I was a member of the forums about 1 year ago in order to obtain alot of info on BBS. Now im back. I wanted to post this cause its really been picking at me and I want to share it with others. It is set 100 years before the formation of Radiant Garden, before the war of the light creates the keyblades. I know I made that up but its part of my fan fic. So here it is, the first chapter of my fan-fic, The colors of Betwix:
Everyday I woke up from that constant dream waiting for a new day. As I would run like hell from my house every morning hoping that something big would happen. That I'd get in a fight and win, that I would give my life for one of my friends. This constant loop made me desire my iminent death for the life of one of my friends, so that they could continue to love and I could go out with a bang. The name is Neve, Bianco Neve, just call me James. Its easier to picture a name like James than to picture someone who's litteral name translated to english means "White Snow". Its funny, but this day felt normal, unlike any day for the past 10 years, not sense I can make up life has it felt like this. So the though of doubt keept creeping in my mind. This day was everything but. So I run through the azure winds that I now witness. Running from that feeling, this schizophrenic mentality that is now dominating me only to fall into an everlasting abiss at the end of this concrete road.
Why do I keep falling, did I not wake up this morning? To real to be a dream, to detailed to be reality... Crashing through the black and white feathers... Black and white feathers? What the hell is going on here!? Is this a discarded dream template or a the result of an unexistant mako addiction? So now I hit the ground, and I find him there. Mythology did not speak of him nor did religion, two feathered wings of twilit colors from his back. No sword, no shield, no gun, no nothing. "Get him" He whispered and there they were. Dont know them, never knew them. But almost imediately I yelled "Hybrids!". I know they never were supposed to be, but I did'nt know why. They were composed of black and white. But then I saw that one color, orange radiating from them in the form of tentacles. The first step I took I was taken by one of those things. He took my body and they all leaped at me consuming my every humanity. A dream within a dream. But who the hell is he? Why does he follow me down the levels of this hell? Before the next thought popped in he asked me in a forgotten language, "So you are that which the asure stars talked of, that which will orchestrate my tale." What he preached I know not. But not before long, his wings turned to the dust and a wave of his hand sent them flying my way.
Skoll and Hati now were held in my hand, I feel the pulses. All of this conteo plunging into me. Two diferent wavelengths of light and dark. Two faces, one coin. Amalgamation and Purification now flow through the same blood. But I am not scared, I train for this every night. Name is Neve, Bianco Neve. Light of Alabaster from skull and darkness of Alucard from Hati... This is my now paradise. So now Hybrids... I wont make the same mistake again. Buona Notte, and sweet dreams.
Those first 100 minutes.
Everyday I woke up from that constant dream waiting for a new day. As I would run like hell from my house every morning hoping that something big would happen. That I'd get in a fight and win, that I would give my life for one of my friends. This constant loop made me desire my iminent death for the life of one of my friends, so that they could continue to love and I could go out with a bang. The name is Neve, Bianco Neve, just call me James. Its easier to picture a name like James than to picture someone who's litteral name translated to english means "White Snow". Its funny, but this day felt normal, unlike any day for the past 10 years, not sense I can make up life has it felt like this. So the though of doubt keept creeping in my mind. This day was everything but. So I run through the azure winds that I now witness. Running from that feeling, this schizophrenic mentality that is now dominating me only to fall into an everlasting abiss at the end of this concrete road.
Why do I keep falling, did I not wake up this morning? To real to be a dream, to detailed to be reality... Crashing through the black and white feathers... Black and white feathers? What the hell is going on here!? Is this a discarded dream template or a the result of an unexistant mako addiction? So now I hit the ground, and I find him there. Mythology did not speak of him nor did religion, two feathered wings of twilit colors from his back. No sword, no shield, no gun, no nothing. "Get him" He whispered and there they were. Dont know them, never knew them. But almost imediately I yelled "Hybrids!". I know they never were supposed to be, but I did'nt know why. They were composed of black and white. But then I saw that one color, orange radiating from them in the form of tentacles. The first step I took I was taken by one of those things. He took my body and they all leaped at me consuming my every humanity. A dream within a dream. But who the hell is he? Why does he follow me down the levels of this hell? Before the next thought popped in he asked me in a forgotten language, "So you are that which the asure stars talked of, that which will orchestrate my tale." What he preached I know not. But not before long, his wings turned to the dust and a wave of his hand sent them flying my way.
Skoll and Hati now were held in my hand, I feel the pulses. All of this conteo plunging into me. Two diferent wavelengths of light and dark. Two faces, one coin. Amalgamation and Purification now flow through the same blood. But I am not scared, I train for this every night. Name is Neve, Bianco Neve. Light of Alabaster from skull and darkness of Alucard from Hati... This is my now paradise. So now Hybrids... I wont make the same mistake again. Buona Notte, and sweet dreams.
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