The Sorceress' Curse Chapter 2
Seifer stared out at the undulating waves that fell against the stone docks of Balamb. He felt edgy. Of course he had his excuse he had woken up in a pool of someone elses blood three times now. But something in the air now chilled him, a new sort of paranoia not a fear of the night, but a fear that something in the waves, or in the air, or in the rock beneath his feet would jump out and attack him. Maybe something from within him.
Raijin sauntered up from the inn, his arms crossed in his normal, casual fashion, Seifer..youre scarin me a little, ya know? Staring into the waves not eating, not doing anything
What can we do? Seifer snapped back, the hairs on the back of his neck tingling. Its supposed to be over, Raijin over. I dont know why youre still hanging around me anyway.
Cuz were your friends. Raijin spoke in a halting tone he sounded hurt. I thought since this was all over that we could live our lives like we used to.
But thats just it, Raijin. Seifer mentally kicked himself for being so pissy. Raijin was his friend but then again, their relationship hadnt been prospering as of late. Its not over. Something in this is connected to a sorceress one of them, I dont know who damn them all! If it was all over I wouldnt be sitting in this hellhole of a town waiting for someone to come hand me a note and tell me what kind of blood to bathe in tomorrow!
Calm down! Dont get so uppity, I was just I dont know. Ya know?
Yeah. Seifer fingered the hilt of his gunblade. It was a sorceress it had to be! Edea or Ultimecia but that was impossible or he shuddered away the thought. Rinoa.
Seifer stared through eyes that blinked through a coat of red at Rinoa as she stared up at him from a fetal position on the steps below him, eyes frightened and full of tears. The still dead form of the Sorceress Adel stood behind her. Seifer lowered his hand to grab her shoulder. Rinoa screamed.
He remembered how beautiful she had looked the night of his graduation into the SeeD. She was so forward yet in an oddly attractive way, her eyes glimmering with the joys of youth. And he felt like a fool. He felt like he did now, that nothing he could ever do would gain her attraction because he was what he was. He was cruel power-hungry a monster. A bully. He couldnt change that and no matter how much he cried and cursed the sky for it, he couldnt change how she felt. He couldnt make her love him.
Rinoa He whispered down into her beautiful face, his lips nearly kissing her beautiful eyes, This will surely kill me.
The wind hissed and Seifer jumped, his eyes darting back to sea. Nothing. His imagination was vicous. No it wasnt Rinoa. He doubted Rinoa could do wrong. Raijin
Im getting in a boat and Im going to the orphanage. Im going to go ask Edea about her strange fetishes if you wish to come along, fine, but do you understand? Im leaving Im taking action on my own Im slave to no one! Not dead dragons, and not dead sorceresses! Nor the wind.
Whats up, Squall? Zell queried, giving Squall a mildly interested eyebrow as the group turned a corner of the street and walked into another section for shops of old books, oddities and antiques. It was boring. Zell could easily say he was already bored, and they hadnt been there for more than twenty minutes.
Squall just shrugged absently, his eyes examining the bright blue sky, Nothing really I just keep hearing things.
Nothing too serious I hope? No warnings of world wars and mass destruction, right?
No Squall half-smiled, Just the wind.
Is it talking to you? Zell chuckled to himself.
Dont harass him, Zell. Quistis murmured slyly, Hes trying to listen.
Zell grinned ear to ear, and Squall sighed deeply before falling into an even deeper silence and ignoring them completely. The awkward moment was cut off when Selphie literally screamed at an antique store and rushed in, Irvine following suavely behind her. The rest of the group followed, and for the first time in a few minutes, Rinoa spoke up,
So I had the dream last night again with I dont know it scares me, you know? I feel like I did when Adel had me and She broke off with a shiver. Squall kept staring off as if he hadnt heard her. Zell almost groaned aloud. Poor Rinoa she was only throwing herself into Squalls arms, the least he could do was pay attention to her. And poor Squall for being so damn clueless. Quistis clicked her tongue and looked at Zell as if to say that she knew what he was thinking. Zell winked at her.
The idea had crossed his mind that possibly since everyone else in their little posse had hooked up over the past few months that maybe someday Quistis would fall for him. He wasnt sure why why she would fall for him maybe just because he was the only guy left. Well, he was hot, had a good fashion taste and was good with women and she was just so he had a crush on her.
Quistis eyes snapped back to Zell, and he blushed. Had she heard him? Zell, did you ever ask Cid what he needed around the Garden? Oh. Damn.
Umm well, he didnt really say-
You didnt ask him. Wonderful. Quistis sighed and folded her arms, looking disappointedly at him in motherly fashion. Wonderful. Why am I the only one paying attention the rest of you are too caught up in dreams and the wind and She looked at Zell for a moment, And empty-headedness. Ouch.
. Squall stepped toward Ramonos Wonderful World of Books
Sorry Quistis. Rinoa apologized meekly. Its just disturbing and I want to know why Im having these, and what that piece of paper said, and why that dragon was cut up and everything! Why Im stuck feeling like the Sorceress! I dont want to be one!
It seemed like the whole town halted and stared at her for a moment. A little boy clung to his mother fearfully. Zell groaned, Quistis, remind me not to walk around town with the sorceress anymore. We might get lynched!
Shh Quistis rolled her eyes, Youre so immature. Then she turned back to Rinoa, I know how you feel, but you cant answer the questions by moping around. If you want to find out why, you need to take action of some kind.
Right. Squall, are you going to go in there? Rinoa called to him.
Men. Quistis growled.
Hey! Zell whined. Youre generalizing!
Then well go and find Selphie and look for Cids present. Rinoa sighed and turned to the antique shop Selphie and Irvine had entered, pulling her black jacket around her, Its a start.
So they went the three of them and Squall continued to listen to the wind. And the wind grew stronger.
Irvine leaned lazily against a shelf of useless trinkets and smiled lethargically, watching Selphie bouncing vivaciously around the room. He loved her. It was something about her smile, and the innocent she held even at her age, and how witty she was behind her ditzy demeanor. And that, he concluded, was why he was in the antique shop because he loved being around her, and he would go through dire straights just to get one more glimpse even if it meant parading around grannyville damn.
Irvines fingers itched for his shotgun. Something was in the air today and it wasnt good. It reminded him on the chill he had felt when Adel fell from the sky. Sorcery was afoot.
How about this, Irvy? Selphie cooed at him, holding up a broken clock shaped like a curled up cat. He smiled and nodded methodically. He approved of everything. Do you think this will go well in our house? He twitched. Something about the phrase our house sounded really nice.
Hey Irvy! Someone sung to him from across the room. Irvine whirled. It was Zell, grinning ear to ear and then singing in an offkey baritone, You make me want to sing about our love! Oh how beaaaautiful!
Shut up. Irvine growled and blushed. Zell had a big problem with teasing Irvine, probably because he couldnt get anything himself. Hah that was it. Someone jealous?
Quistis wandered in behind Zell with Rinoa. Flashing a quick smile, she announced, Squall is contemplating the weather apparently something about the wind anyway we all ready to go?
What are we going to do? Selphie moved over to rest against Irvines shoulder as she waited for the response.
Going to take the ship to Edeas house and see if shes translated the note yet. Rinoa announced, moving her leg as Angelo burst past her and nuzzled up against Selphies leg. Rinoa sighed, I feel like Im going to die if I dont get this resolved I want to move on with life but only when all my questions get answered.
Well great lets round Squall up and head out. Irvine squeezed Selphies arm as he moved away and tipped his hat back so he could see better, Are you going to tell your dad?
No. Hell just slow things down and make it harder. Ill apologize later.
It took a few moments for them to move out into the bright sunshine again, and even longer, all blinking and turning in circles, to find Squall. He was standing in the middle of the street, both hands over his shoulder and clenching the hilt of his sword. Rinoas face scrunched into concern as she ran over, Squall, whats wrong?
. He paused for a moment, as if he had not heard her. Then a great gust of wind came from behind him and pushed at him and Rinoa. Then he looked down and grabbed her arm, worry painting his face. I dont know but somethings coming.
Excuse me, Miss Rinoa? A voice emerged from the crowded street, and all six turned to view the speaker. He was a tall, broad-shouldered dark man, dashing in a word, garbed in assorted colors and wearing an outdated large pair of sunglasses. An amused smile traced his lips, I have a note here for you the man who gave it to me wishes to remain anonymous for the moment
A note? Rinoa paused for a moment. Squalls hands tensed on his sword, but she touched his arm and he sighed. Alright, thank you He handed her the message and faded back into the crowd, smile still on his face.
What is it? Zell demanded impatiently.
Another strong gust of wind came as she opened the note, and pulled at the tattered paper with a vengeful hunger. Rinoas face went pale, her hand falling slowly back down to her side, note clenched between her fingers. The writing was the same, large, foreign symbols painted in the blood of some animal. Perhaps another dragon. But beneath them this time, a hand had written in smaller text, in the same dried blood.
You are mine, Sorceress Rinoa.
Above her head the wind began to howl.
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