Square Enix Days of Christmas by Midorii-kiri, literature
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Square Enix Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas Square Enix gave to me, a Sephiroth in a Crater
On the second day of Christmas Square Enix gave to me, two Kuja Tails and a Sephiroth in a Crater
On the third day of Christmas Square Enix gave to me, Three Black Waltzes, Two Kuja Tails, and a Sephiroth in a Crater.
On the fourth day of Christmas Square Enix gave to me, Four Kefka Laughs, Three Black Waltzes, Two Kuja Tails, and a Sephiroth in a Crater.
On the fifth day of Christmas Square Enix gave to me, Five Lavos Spawn! Four Kefka Laughs, Three Black Waltzes, Two Kuja Tails, and a Sephiroth in a Crater.
On the sixth day of Christmas Square Enix gave to m
Questions about Vincent Valentine:
1. How does he get dressed without tearing up his clothes?
2. He can walk with those funny plated boots and a gun that stretches from hip to knee strapped to his leg. How?!?
3. Why was Hojo able to shoot him down so easily? Come on, Vincent was a Turk! He should have been able to anticipate it.
4. Why do people insist pairing him up with Yuffie? She's 19 and he's 60. That's just wrong!
5. Why do people pair him with Cid? Cid's already married to Shera.
6. In the original game, Turk Vincent had blue eyes, and then they changed to red after Hojo got a hold of him. Yet in Dirge of Cerberus, h
Changing Faces Changing Hearts by Midorii-kiri, literature
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Changing Faces Changing Hearts
Most stories have a prince rescuing the beautiful princess from her captivity by a hideous beast. Falling in love at first sight, the two live happily ever after. But what happens when the princess is out to kill her prince?
"What in the name of Tamahe' is following me?!" She thought to herself, irritated. For several weeks now something had been stalking her. The blonde-haired elf had only caught the faintest glimpse in her peripheral vision; her follower always vanishing before she could turn her head. It was aggravating to say the least. Here, thankfully, she would be able to disappear among the trees, a trait very fe
Andunie' glanced sidelong over at her traveling companion. His arm had been secured against his chest to prevent any jostling. Despite the pain, Hildor whistled a jaunty little tune only slightly off key. Two days. Two long irritating days with him. Andunie' sighed. She knew she didn't entirely believe what he told her, but then again she didn't have anyway to disprove his story. Only the Council would have the answers.
"Tamahe', please help me survive this journey."She silently prayed.
Hildor stopped whistling at her sigh. Turning his head to look at her, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Andunie' cursed herself for allowing this
Slave to Love Pt. One EDIT by Midorii-kiri, literature
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Slave to Love Pt. One EDIT
Some say that love is the most profound of slavery. If
thats true, would the removal of such feelings be freedom?
I beg to differ. To explain, Ill have to start at the
beginning.
I met the man destined to become my soul mate when I was
nineteen. I and a few others encountered the Magus on our
quest to rescue a friend from her abductor. He decided
that we had means that could help him find his beloved
sister, ones he obviously did not. But that didnt mean he
enjoyed our company. For some reason, at that time, he
found me particularly distasteful. He scorned me for my
fear of my inherent abilities; he insul
Our blissful paradise lasted for ten wonderful years. However it wasnt to last, disaster lurked on the horizon.
I always believed that I was barren. My ability to change my shape into any living thing made my DNA, my essence, too unstable to cycle like a normal woman. So when I found out that I was pregnant my heart nearly stopped from shock. I swiftly walled myself off from Janus. I wanted to adjust to this new development before he knew. It was not easy. Over the years our hearts and souls had become so intertwined that we could no longer keep secrets from one another without great effort and not for long.
I lasted for ne
Sephiroths low snarl brought us back to reality. Both of us looked over to see Kuja striding purposely toward us. His brief expression of surprise revealed he wasnt exactly expecting his new quests; at least no so soon. However he recovered enough to congratulate Janus, Sephiroth, and his three sons, Black Waltzes One, Two and Three.
The Masamune, Sephiroths infamous sword, hissed as it was drawn from its sheath. Also known as the Sword of Twin Souls, the blade had chosen the silver-haired swordsman in his youth. Only the souls within it knew why. Now it joined with its wielder in his hatred.
Janus held o
A hero. Just what is a hero? Is it a person admired for courage, fortitude, prowess, and nobility? I am no hero.
I have saved countless number of lives, some from the brink of death. Cloud, Tseng, Elena Why do I exert myself to rescue them? Why do I fight?
Sephiroth. He sought to destroy the planet following the dictations of his mother, Jenova. I did not want to be disturbed when Cloud and the others awoke me. Thirty years of nightmare haunted slumber was preferable to the living nightmare that occurred outside. Only the promise that I would encounter Hojo drew me away from the tiny village of Nibelheim: my r
Few know the truth about our family. Mother prefers it that way. The royal line has been shamed due to my choice. Despite this I do not regret my actions.
To understand, I must start at the beginning. I was born the heir to the floating continent of Zeal. My parents, upon my birth, named me Schala, One from the fairy kingdom. At that point in time the people upon this sky dwelling paradise held themselves superior to the poor souls bound to the wintry land below. My father, the King, devoted his reign to help erase this attitude. He said that they were his subjects also and must receive the same treatment as those above.
Truth of Royalty Pt. 2 by Midorii-kiri, literature
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Truth of Royalty Pt. 2
My fifteenth year saw the end of my education at the hands of the gurus. They told me my growing skills had and would continue to exceed theirs. The night of the anniversary of our kingdom took place four months after my birthday. The feast that night gave Mother the opportunity to assess the moral of her subjects. Dalton, her chief of security, monitored this.
The one-eyed rogue rose to the position two years previously using his golem summons to keep his underlings in line. I never liked him. Before he was promoted, Dalton was one of my bodyguards. Involved as I was in Court politics, I knew for a fact that he had asked for my hand