Post by Sky on Oct 2, 2006 13:40:08 GMT -5
Well, here I am, coming back to what I used to do a lot, writing. I've read back on what I've written over the last year, and I think I should get back into writing again, I miss that. I'm bent on writing Sky's life in fanfiction, although I found my first attempt back in March, lacking. I was rather uninspired at that time, but here's to hope that now, after doing a rewrite of it, I'll get back into groove. Also will be doing what my roommate does, write almost daily. Not a chapter a day mind you, but I'll try to pace myself and give you guys something to read more constantly now ^^
Also, I don't want to clutter the fanfic area with two times the same topic, my old one can be deleted, I would've done so myself, but yeah, hehe.
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Prologue:
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Veiled by the cover of darkness the night has to offer, a lone figure walks. His thoughts are only known to himself, rather silent on his way to an unknown destination. The closest town, the bandit and gang-ridden town of Rogueport, inks the dark scenery of night with specks of lights. The figure stops, looking at it from a distance, standing there for a few moments. An early spring breeze blew across his face from his right, his cheek feeling the cool caress it gave. He didn’t seem to care at all about that though; his gaze slips off to the side upon rather dense woods, giving off a dark, eerie feel in this moonless night. The figure slowly turns to face it, eyeing it for a few seconds and then decides to walk towards it.
As he entered the darkness the woods offered, he began muttering to himself inaudibly. Although not showing it externally, he was rather conflicted on the inside. Nothing to the point of it being a dilemma to him, although he did wonder about his intentions right now, were they right? Were they wrong? After what happened, should he even consider doing what he’s done for some time now? After all, it was a burden to him, yet, that burden could still of use in the long run. The figure slowly comes to a halt…
A small clearing, it would have to do. The figure still veiled by the lack of light around him bends over. He remains in a crouched position for some time, still haunted by the thoughts that plagued him. Indecisive as to carry out what he's doing, he stays quiet, slowly lowering an object on the ground. After a good moment, he slowly nods to himself, murmuring something inaudibly before rising up. Turning his back, his cape flows a bit with his movement as he slowly walks away from the clearing. He gazes back one last time, staring at what he left behind, a single yoshi egg, dotted light blue.
His mind was set, and walks off, leaving the hatchling-to-be behind to the hands of fate.
***
Weeks have passed; many moons rose and set since the veiled figure treaded through the woods’ soil. The weather has taken a turn for the worst compared to that moonless night, clouds menacing to rain at any moment. Light is trying to pierce through the grey skies, slowly starting to illuminate from one horizon to the other. Silence reigned in this grayish morning; the only faint sound would come from that same clearing where events unfolded weeks prior.
A small cracking sound, followed by another, and another were coming from the lone egg that was left behind. This egg slowly hatching is quite a surprising feat itself considering the lack of any outside care and attention given to it. A small, round, light blue nose pokes out of its eggshell, taking its first breath of life this world has to offer to it. Little by little the infant makes his way out of its egg, sprawling over the still intact bottom half of his eggshell, falling over the tip of it to the ground. It curled up near instantly after that, very slowly opening its eyes, revealing its pale green colour. It slowly looks around, seeing no one to smile at it, feeling no one to embrace it, hearing no one to welcome it as it makes its beginning on the journey of life. And, as if fate itself were toying with the threads of life, rain starts to fall from the sky.
The infant slowly closes its eyes again, giving a small whimper as raindrops fell on its head.
Also, I don't want to clutter the fanfic area with two times the same topic, my old one can be deleted, I would've done so myself, but yeah, hehe.
...
Prologue:
-------------
Veiled by the cover of darkness the night has to offer, a lone figure walks. His thoughts are only known to himself, rather silent on his way to an unknown destination. The closest town, the bandit and gang-ridden town of Rogueport, inks the dark scenery of night with specks of lights. The figure stops, looking at it from a distance, standing there for a few moments. An early spring breeze blew across his face from his right, his cheek feeling the cool caress it gave. He didn’t seem to care at all about that though; his gaze slips off to the side upon rather dense woods, giving off a dark, eerie feel in this moonless night. The figure slowly turns to face it, eyeing it for a few seconds and then decides to walk towards it.
As he entered the darkness the woods offered, he began muttering to himself inaudibly. Although not showing it externally, he was rather conflicted on the inside. Nothing to the point of it being a dilemma to him, although he did wonder about his intentions right now, were they right? Were they wrong? After what happened, should he even consider doing what he’s done for some time now? After all, it was a burden to him, yet, that burden could still of use in the long run. The figure slowly comes to a halt…
A small clearing, it would have to do. The figure still veiled by the lack of light around him bends over. He remains in a crouched position for some time, still haunted by the thoughts that plagued him. Indecisive as to carry out what he's doing, he stays quiet, slowly lowering an object on the ground. After a good moment, he slowly nods to himself, murmuring something inaudibly before rising up. Turning his back, his cape flows a bit with his movement as he slowly walks away from the clearing. He gazes back one last time, staring at what he left behind, a single yoshi egg, dotted light blue.
His mind was set, and walks off, leaving the hatchling-to-be behind to the hands of fate.
***
Weeks have passed; many moons rose and set since the veiled figure treaded through the woods’ soil. The weather has taken a turn for the worst compared to that moonless night, clouds menacing to rain at any moment. Light is trying to pierce through the grey skies, slowly starting to illuminate from one horizon to the other. Silence reigned in this grayish morning; the only faint sound would come from that same clearing where events unfolded weeks prior.
A small cracking sound, followed by another, and another were coming from the lone egg that was left behind. This egg slowly hatching is quite a surprising feat itself considering the lack of any outside care and attention given to it. A small, round, light blue nose pokes out of its eggshell, taking its first breath of life this world has to offer to it. Little by little the infant makes his way out of its egg, sprawling over the still intact bottom half of his eggshell, falling over the tip of it to the ground. It curled up near instantly after that, very slowly opening its eyes, revealing its pale green colour. It slowly looks around, seeing no one to smile at it, feeling no one to embrace it, hearing no one to welcome it as it makes its beginning on the journey of life. And, as if fate itself were toying with the threads of life, rain starts to fall from the sky.
The infant slowly closes its eyes again, giving a small whimper as raindrops fell on its head.
