JLX
Dec 19, 2003, 11:00 AM
This is my first ever shot at a fanfiction piece, so go easy.
Also for note, I already have about 15 chapters, but the site I have originally posted this on hasn't given much of a response to it, so I've have come here for constructive critisism. I know there are probably a lot of mistakes and plot holes in there, but this is something I will try and work out once I have a majority of the story done...anyway here we goes! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif
(Also, I am not wild about the title right now, so I will no doubt change this sooner of later...)
Dreams Dreams
Chapter 1
...A single throbbing red telepipe sat at the edge of the restless, rippling shoreline, as it hypnotically swept up the beach, before gently slipping back in on itself. The soft, cool breeze sweeping in from the ocean carefully dusted over the fresh footprints of the Humar and Racast that had just jogged down the beach to return to Pioneer 2. A Hunewearl with tied up, sky blue hair, and a tight, blueish-gray top slowly paced past the pipe and approached a second, shorter figure in elegant, flowing white robes...The Hunewearl began...
"Are you coming Setijin?"
"In a minute. I'm making the most of this..." replied the Fomar.
The Hunewearl rested her hand on her teammates back fondly, before turning back and cautiously stepping into the trickling red break in existence...
Setijin stood still, knee deep in the icy, crystalline water as he gazed up in awe at the picture perfect night sky; deep black, with thousands of tiny twinkling specs scattered around the occasional slip of cloud all centered around the large, glowing white mass of the moon, resting, and watching the surface of Ragol in a similar fashion to Setijin. As the majesty of the spectacle of the nighttime paradise began to take its toll on him, Setijin slowly stepped back up out of the water, and carefully lowered himself to the ground, slouching with his arms resting on his knees, and his neck straining as he continued to do circuit views of the beach.
Emotionally tearing himself from the magnificent sky-scape, he dropped his head and looked down upon the sleeping reefs, the sparkling reflection of the moon, laying across the waters surface, housing small shoals of fish swimming thoughtlessly under the small rock formations and plants seeping up through the ground, as if to grab a glimpse of the night themselves, basking in the pale turquoise aura emanating from the seas skin. The empowering swirling 'swishes' of water crackling limply up and down the beach were slowly faded out over time as the view became the only thing in Setijin's head.
As he sat still, for minutes on end, Setijin finally dragged himself to his feet and began to walk grudgingly back to the pipe. As the blur of reality began to engulf him, he turned and took one last look at his own Eden, with a tear forming in his eye. He knew that this was very probably the very last time he?d be stood where he was, free, remembering and forgetting times past.
And with that, he left?
[Ok, now go nuts...]
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: JLX on 2003-12-20 01:59 ]</font>
Also for note, I already have about 15 chapters, but the site I have originally posted this on hasn't given much of a response to it, so I've have come here for constructive critisism. I know there are probably a lot of mistakes and plot holes in there, but this is something I will try and work out once I have a majority of the story done...anyway here we goes! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif
(Also, I am not wild about the title right now, so I will no doubt change this sooner of later...)
Dreams Dreams
Chapter 1
...A single throbbing red telepipe sat at the edge of the restless, rippling shoreline, as it hypnotically swept up the beach, before gently slipping back in on itself. The soft, cool breeze sweeping in from the ocean carefully dusted over the fresh footprints of the Humar and Racast that had just jogged down the beach to return to Pioneer 2. A Hunewearl with tied up, sky blue hair, and a tight, blueish-gray top slowly paced past the pipe and approached a second, shorter figure in elegant, flowing white robes...The Hunewearl began...
"Are you coming Setijin?"
"In a minute. I'm making the most of this..." replied the Fomar.
The Hunewearl rested her hand on her teammates back fondly, before turning back and cautiously stepping into the trickling red break in existence...
Setijin stood still, knee deep in the icy, crystalline water as he gazed up in awe at the picture perfect night sky; deep black, with thousands of tiny twinkling specs scattered around the occasional slip of cloud all centered around the large, glowing white mass of the moon, resting, and watching the surface of Ragol in a similar fashion to Setijin. As the majesty of the spectacle of the nighttime paradise began to take its toll on him, Setijin slowly stepped back up out of the water, and carefully lowered himself to the ground, slouching with his arms resting on his knees, and his neck straining as he continued to do circuit views of the beach.
Emotionally tearing himself from the magnificent sky-scape, he dropped his head and looked down upon the sleeping reefs, the sparkling reflection of the moon, laying across the waters surface, housing small shoals of fish swimming thoughtlessly under the small rock formations and plants seeping up through the ground, as if to grab a glimpse of the night themselves, basking in the pale turquoise aura emanating from the seas skin. The empowering swirling 'swishes' of water crackling limply up and down the beach were slowly faded out over time as the view became the only thing in Setijin's head.
As he sat still, for minutes on end, Setijin finally dragged himself to his feet and began to walk grudgingly back to the pipe. As the blur of reality began to engulf him, he turned and took one last look at his own Eden, with a tear forming in his eye. He knew that this was very probably the very last time he?d be stood where he was, free, remembering and forgetting times past.
And with that, he left?
[Ok, now go nuts...]
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: JLX on 2003-12-20 01:59 ]</font>