Fan Fiction (PG-13) : Rebirth and retribution (Part one?)Follow

I figured I would also give this a shot, and make my contribution to the Fan Fiction pool. I hope you enjoy it.


Part One

The burning sensation of vomit filled his throat and mouth again, as he struggled to stand under his buckling knees. Entire body shaking, and nerves wrecked beyond belief, he tried to focus. Whatever he did, it would have to be FAST. They had been quite efficient in assuring that.

He glanced back one last time, before fleeing his warm hut into the cold night air. As he stared, and burned the image in his memory for later use, he felt his legs start to shake again.

Earlier in the evening he had received a strange summons to appear before the Chieftaness herself, only to find the guards knew nothing about it. In fact, their standing orders, apparently, were to let no one disturb her slumber, as she had been up late with matters of the state.

This struck a nerve with him, and he was immediately suspicious of why someone would want him here, or more importantly, not somewhere else. He raced back to his home on the other side of Kazham, to check on X'an, his lover.

When he got to the door, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he withdrew his dagger before entering. Through the dark he was able to make out X'an in bed. As he cautiosly approached he realized he was stepping in a large pool of blood, and that her body was riddled with daggers much like his own.

He shook off the reflection of earlier events, and tried to think clearly. X'an was dead, and someone had went to great lengths to make it look as if he had did it. No doubt the authorities would be here soon, so he hastily packed up some essentials, and raced to the docks.

As the shadow of his hut grew smaller, he could make out the faint cries of the guards, ransacking his house. Any movement that quick and precise could only be arranged and conceived by a few families on the island with those kind of connections. X'an's family happened to be one of them, and all of a sudden he started figuring things out.

He had many times heard the cries of warning and rejection from her sisters and brother, but being from a lower-class family himself, could never really understand the implications. They believed she was better off dead, than with street scum as himself, and now were trying to set him up for her death.

It had only hastily crossed his mind to stick around and try to argue his case to the Chieftaness, but immediately knew that in a female-dominated Mithran society, his word would NEVER be taken over that of any of her sisters, not to mention the fact that they were probably all on a first name basis with her majesty. No, he really was left with no choice whatsoever.

As he neared the lamplit area of the docks he pulled his cowl over his head and asked the airship travel agent for a ticket to Jeuno, the bustling hub of society. The agent didn't even blink and slid him a ticket. So far, so good.

After checking with the man on the docks, he was informed that the airship would be arriving shortly. Thank goodness! Often times he felt as if he had waited for hours for the airship to come, although he knew this to be false.

He quickly boarded and moved away from the other passengers to a lone corner. He could NOT shake that image from his head, no matter how many times he screamed at himself in his mind to stop thinking about it. It was like trying not to think of a purple dhamel, he guessed. As soon as it is mentioned, you fail.

On the way to Jueno, a plan began to formulate in his mind, and after careful consideration, was quickly implemented. Firstly, he could not stay in Jueno. Some of the more travelled Mithra or Tarutaru might recognize him, and he needed some time for this to blow over. That left him with two other choices: Bastok or Sandy. He thought of what each one would mean and after imagining the smell issuing forth from the Bastok Mine's and numerous fires of industry, he decided on the home of the Elvaan. First problem, solved.

Next, he had to do something about his appearance. He was mildly vain, in knowing that he was what one would consider a 'pretty' male, almost too pretty, some said; and that is when it struck him. A woman would be the perfect disguise. Most Elvaan didn't so much as look down at most Mithran there anyways, so his chances of success would be very high. Heck, since most of the Mithra were female, most people would just assume anyways. With some makeup and pulling his hair back, it would inevitably work, he imagined.

As his chocobo sped towards the Elvaan capitol, he made up his mind to become an even more skilled assassin, and to avenge X'an's life. He would strike hard and when they least expected it, taking all they held near and dear away from them, just as they had to him.

The city lights were getting brighter with each step of the mighty bird. He was playing the conversation with the guards he would meet at the gate in his mind. He quickly slowed the bird down as he thought about the response he would give for his name. Almost as soon as he had, he quickly sped it back up again.

"Aunika"

It was an ancient Mithran name with a root meaning of righteous revenge. It was perfect.


Possibly more to come


I thought this would be a creative way of making my 'manthra' character a little more conceiveable, and await any criticism/comments that might follow.

I hope you enjoyed it.

In the future, I plan to include meetings with friends and our exploits together, kind of mixing the fiction with 'reality', if one could call it that.





Edited, Fri May 6 07:54:26 2005 by AnubisFTN

yeah, shocking, i know, but true.