FICTIONFERGUSON13

"People always feared the shadows but I never understood why..."

[hanavbara]

wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️

[translucentchick]

I love Final Fantasy 7

[fictionferguson13]

003

Learn. Adapt. Kill. Survive.

These four simply words were what molded Kryla into the person that she is today.

Does she regret choosing this life? Does she regret not being able to have the childhood that she deserved? Does she regret being a monster to the lives she ruined?

No.

If Kryla could, she would do all over again. Kryla had no time to waste wondering about what ifs.

What's done is done and there was no use in crying about what could've been. The time had called for her to act. She acted according to actions and did what was needed for her to survive. Whether those actions were good or evil, she did not care.

As Kryla walked along the rough terrain of the ruined forest, blurry images started to form from the corners of her mind. Faces that she knew and faces that she would rather forget. They came to her, some dismembered, some bloody, and some with very lethal wounds. They shared the same feelings. Feelings of rage, greif, and simply shock.

One by one, they surrounded her. They opened there mouths to speak but no words came out, only a sharp pitch noise that hurted Kryla's ear drums.

'Damn Phantoms..', Kryla muttered under her breath. She tried to go forward but the noise only got louder. Loud enough for blood to slowly fall from her ears.

Enough of this.

Kryla allowed her mind to go blank. She willed her senses to null. She called out to the beast inside of her. The creature that reflected on what she truly was.

The monster that she rightfully was.

When Kryla opened her eyes again, she was no longer in her human form. When she opened her eyes she could see everything clearly. She saw that the phantoms all stopped there wailing. There expressions looking more terrified. Kryla towered above all of them. She let out a very low growl.

Kryla let out a long lengthy howl that could be heard for miles. The phantoms image started to disperse one by one. The foul stench of the undead gone from the area.

When Kryla lowered her head again the phantoms were gone. She was alone again. Alone within the forest...

The wolf simply shook her head. No. She was always be alone in this world. And as long as she continued to keep living, the longer she chose this deranged path of survival for herself.

The more isolated she will be from the rest of the world...

[fictionferguson13]

002

If there was anything Susan wish she could accept, it was knowing how useless she was in certain situations and not taking the hint that she was not needed in the scenario to begin with.

Sure. Hunter had told her that she had done a good job in taking care of the beast that was roaming about in the area but that said beast later on came to another enemy camp to attack it while they were protecting the main base. While most of the elders claim that they had no idea what could've cause the creature to go rampant was unknown, Susan knew full well why the creature did what it did.

The Tribes people were friendly all around her but deep down Susan believed it was forced. A fake act of kindness. They didn't want her around here for what she was...

A being of darkness...

The monster would have had no reason to attack this village had Susan not been lingering around any longer than she should have. Her scent was now all over the village and pretty soon the villagers will now have to relocate somewhere else.

Not only that but that had to move quickly to not be caught up in a snowstorm that was soon to approach. And there were not a lot of casters that were up to full strength.

Susan could do nothing but hold her head low. If there was power that Susan wanted more than anything, it was to turn invisible and hide away from the many eyes that looked at her.

[fictionferguson13]

001

Jack Sol was timorous.

It wasn't the first time in his life that he had been thrown in a life or death situation but here he was again standing in the face of death yet again. He could feel the malice vibrating off the ancient sarcaphcous. The room rumbled with an ancient power that he couldn't quite put into words.

For the first time within his life he felt afraid. This newfound fear also didn't help that the sarcaphcous was slowly breaking apart. A black liquid of sorts slowly pouring from the creaks of tomb. The smell strong enough to make Jack gag.

He could turn away. Run far away as possible. Seal the tomb while he still had the chance.

Instead Jack found himself holding himself together. Despite the massive amount of fear that was rising within him, he knew he couldn't run away from this. If he didn't stop this undead entity who would? The people of Lythuria relied on him to vanquish this threat. And that was what he was going to do.

Jack stood in a fighting position and willed his palms to blaze. The sarcdpcous was ready to reveal the ancient sprit within....

And the spirit had its sights on Jack....