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+M through R › Odin Sphere
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,346
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 02: Dreaming Again
Extra Stuff: If there’s anyone willing to beta for me, please let me know! I could use the help! On another note, I plan on drawing pictures of the characters in this little AU of mine, if you’re interested visit my Sheezy page @ http://natakun.sheezyart.com
As of this moment there is no art yet, but I’m sure everyone can wait a few days.
I also plan to update this story every week. Look forward to Wednesdays my friends!
… I need a soda…
…
Thanks for reading! :)
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Chapter 02: Dreaming Again
As strange as it sounds, there’s a few perks to being terminally ill. Namely always having the day after an attack off, no matter good or bad you feel. It’s a “precaution” or whatever. It’s total B.S.
But today, I don’t care.
Today, I got to lounge around in cargo pants and a loose T, no suffocating ties, fancy shoes, or uniform. Hurray!
Today, I get to sit in my room and rot my brain with excessive amounts of TV and videogames.
Today, I can eat whatever I want whenever I want.
Today, life is pretty good.
I laugh a little at the absurd cartoon I’m watching. It’s the famous “hot-springs” episode of this series*, uncensored and completely insane. Good God, shit like this is only possible in anime.
I’ve changed my mind, I’m glad Ingway let me borrow this, even if anime isn’t really my thing.
Maybe I should call him, see if he wants to come over after school…
…
Gwendolyn… did I really see you yesterday?
When I came to, I had found myself in the passenger seat of Melvin’s car, Melvin was unfortunately included. An angry lecture and a quick game of “Yes sir, No sir” (both of which I had been expecting) left both of us silent.
When I gained the courage to ask about her, ask about Gwendolyn, the answer had been as swift and cruel as it always has been.
“You were dreaming again.”
No sympathy, no hope, just what I expected from my dear father…
With sigh of defeat, I turn the TV and DVD player off with a dull “click”. There’s really no point watching anything when my mind is stuck in the mud.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
With nothing better to do, I throw myself into bed and hope the sandman is willing to make an afternoon visit.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
Who knows, maybe I’ll slay another dragon in my dreams…
Don’t think about her, just dream…
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“Gwendolyn!” I shout, my voice thick with an accent I’m sure doesn’t exist anymore. My body wrapped within strong, black armor like a second skin I never knew I had. A sword, I know, rests within my right hand.
The Belderiver, my cursed sword.
Once again, I’m in the world I’ve never been to, yet it remains the only place I truly consider home.
But I can’t stop and think now, not when she’s in danger. Not when I know I can do something…!
She was falling, my Gwendolyn was falling. Feathers were falling from her wings, catching the wind and leaving their former master behind. Was she hurt…?
Was she dead…?
NO!
Don’t think! Act! Just act for the love of God!
I feel it as I run towards her, my body being swallowed by dark flames and shadows. Unbelievable power surges into me, but it’s all for nothing if I can’t catch her.
With my heart still racing, I leap, arms outstretched. A single panicked thought racing through me:
Please, be in time. Please don’t let her fall.
She slips into my arms with ease, her eyes wide with surprise. She soon relaxes, a smile on her face, as her consciousness slips away.
Alive, my worst fear melts into relief.
We fall together, the worst behind us now. So long as I don’t mess up this landing, we can go home.
Home… what a nice thought…
The earth is growing nearer. I force the shadow within me to hold, the less injury I could walk away from the better, home was still so far away…
Ah, but first comes first.
Touchdown in: Three…
Two…
One…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THUMP!
“Ow…”
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*Oswald is watching Gurren Lagann. It’s very funny, and the action scenes kick ass. I highly recommend it!
Also, if you don’t understand the end of this chapter, please let me know and I’ll clarify it.
That’s it for this week’s chapter. I hope you enjoy.
Please review if you have time. Your feedback will help me grow as a writer.
Thanks!
As of this moment there is no art yet, but I’m sure everyone can wait a few days.
I also plan to update this story every week. Look forward to Wednesdays my friends!
… I need a soda…
…
Thanks for reading! :)
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 02: Dreaming Again
As strange as it sounds, there’s a few perks to being terminally ill. Namely always having the day after an attack off, no matter good or bad you feel. It’s a “precaution” or whatever. It’s total B.S.
But today, I don’t care.
Today, I got to lounge around in cargo pants and a loose T, no suffocating ties, fancy shoes, or uniform. Hurray!
Today, I get to sit in my room and rot my brain with excessive amounts of TV and videogames.
Today, I can eat whatever I want whenever I want.
Today, life is pretty good.
I laugh a little at the absurd cartoon I’m watching. It’s the famous “hot-springs” episode of this series*, uncensored and completely insane. Good God, shit like this is only possible in anime.
I’ve changed my mind, I’m glad Ingway let me borrow this, even if anime isn’t really my thing.
Maybe I should call him, see if he wants to come over after school…
…
Gwendolyn… did I really see you yesterday?
When I came to, I had found myself in the passenger seat of Melvin’s car, Melvin was unfortunately included. An angry lecture and a quick game of “Yes sir, No sir” (both of which I had been expecting) left both of us silent.
When I gained the courage to ask about her, ask about Gwendolyn, the answer had been as swift and cruel as it always has been.
“You were dreaming again.”
No sympathy, no hope, just what I expected from my dear father…
With sigh of defeat, I turn the TV and DVD player off with a dull “click”. There’s really no point watching anything when my mind is stuck in the mud.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
With nothing better to do, I throw myself into bed and hope the sandman is willing to make an afternoon visit.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
Who knows, maybe I’ll slay another dragon in my dreams…
Don’t think about her, just dream…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Gwendolyn!” I shout, my voice thick with an accent I’m sure doesn’t exist anymore. My body wrapped within strong, black armor like a second skin I never knew I had. A sword, I know, rests within my right hand.
The Belderiver, my cursed sword.
Once again, I’m in the world I’ve never been to, yet it remains the only place I truly consider home.
But I can’t stop and think now, not when she’s in danger. Not when I know I can do something…!
She was falling, my Gwendolyn was falling. Feathers were falling from her wings, catching the wind and leaving their former master behind. Was she hurt…?
Was she dead…?
NO!
Don’t think! Act! Just act for the love of God!
I feel it as I run towards her, my body being swallowed by dark flames and shadows. Unbelievable power surges into me, but it’s all for nothing if I can’t catch her.
With my heart still racing, I leap, arms outstretched. A single panicked thought racing through me:
Please, be in time. Please don’t let her fall.
She slips into my arms with ease, her eyes wide with surprise. She soon relaxes, a smile on her face, as her consciousness slips away.
Alive, my worst fear melts into relief.
We fall together, the worst behind us now. So long as I don’t mess up this landing, we can go home.
Home… what a nice thought…
The earth is growing nearer. I force the shadow within me to hold, the less injury I could walk away from the better, home was still so far away…
Ah, but first comes first.
Touchdown in: Three…
Two…
One…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THUMP!
“Ow…”
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
*Oswald is watching Gurren Lagann. It’s very funny, and the action scenes kick ass. I highly recommend it!
Also, if you don’t understand the end of this chapter, please let me know and I’ll clarify it.
That’s it for this week’s chapter. I hope you enjoy.
Please review if you have time. Your feedback will help me grow as a writer.
Thanks!