[Dissidia] Fabellae: a story to create
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beaslaysThis is the first in a series of drabbles that'll hopefully form this huge epic fic titled Fabellae.
Title: A Story to Create
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Fic Series: Fabellae
Characters: ???? (an OC)
Rating: K (T for the entire series)
Word Count: 333
Notes: The text here is actually dialog. We're seeing one side of a conversation here.
So, it will begin soon, that which has gone on for eternity.
The two gods, Chaos and Cosmos--they continously pay for their crime, and I wonder why it is that my predecessors let them go on for so long. Their wars tear apart the many worlds, the destructions of which they turn blind eyes to, further adding to their crime. They refuse to answer to the angry calls of the other gods, too wrapped up in their own little drama.
I should wonder why the other gods continue to lend the two their children. Is it out of their kindness? Is it for their hope that the war will finally end? Or is it because you decreed it so, that they hand over their children to two blind gods bent on war?
If that were true, then your are to blame, for the destruction of worlds no one remembers. Or perhaps not...is it instead, this power to blame? This power you have so kindly given to me...the power to create worlds...to will the worlds to be....It is a power wasted upon you, my dear, for you so clearly cannot see the sort of greatness it could be used for. The time will come when I shall put this power to good use...
You ask what it is I intend to accomplish with this? My dear, you should know, for it is you who personally gave me reason to seek this power, and when that day comes, the souls lost of that world will be reborn...summoned as they were scattered by you...
There is little time left for idle conversation, my dear. It is time. Chaos and Cosmos shall call upon those who have been promised to them by foolish gods and I shall be there to aid them, whether they know or not.
And the ones whose souls have been promised--They are but pawns to my future.
Now then, I must be off, for I have a little story to create.
Title: A Story to Create
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Fic Series: Fabellae
Characters: ???? (an OC)
Rating: K (T for the entire series)
Word Count: 333
Notes: The text here is actually dialog. We're seeing one side of a conversation here.
So, it will begin soon, that which has gone on for eternity.
The two gods, Chaos and Cosmos--they continously pay for their crime, and I wonder why it is that my predecessors let them go on for so long. Their wars tear apart the many worlds, the destructions of which they turn blind eyes to, further adding to their crime. They refuse to answer to the angry calls of the other gods, too wrapped up in their own little drama.
I should wonder why the other gods continue to lend the two their children. Is it out of their kindness? Is it for their hope that the war will finally end? Or is it because you decreed it so, that they hand over their children to two blind gods bent on war?
If that were true, then your are to blame, for the destruction of worlds no one remembers. Or perhaps not...is it instead, this power to blame? This power you have so kindly given to me...the power to create worlds...to will the worlds to be....It is a power wasted upon you, my dear, for you so clearly cannot see the sort of greatness it could be used for. The time will come when I shall put this power to good use...
You ask what it is I intend to accomplish with this? My dear, you should know, for it is you who personally gave me reason to seek this power, and when that day comes, the souls lost of that world will be reborn...summoned as they were scattered by you...
There is little time left for idle conversation, my dear. It is time. Chaos and Cosmos shall call upon those who have been promised to them by foolish gods and I shall be there to aid them, whether they know or not.
And the ones whose souls have been promised--They are but pawns to my future.
Now then, I must be off, for I have a little story to create.