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Chapter 02

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Savagely wounded in battle, Laguna cannot find peace until he reveals a long-kept secret.

Category: Final Fantasy 8 - Rating: R - Genres: Angst, Drama, Horror - Characters: Kiros, Laguna, Selphie, Squall, Ward, Zell - Warnings: [!!] - Published: 2006-03-02 - Updated: 2006-03-03 - 408 words

Final Fantasy VIII
Rise Of The Sorcerer
by Vash
Disclaimer : Not my characters.
Warning: Character Death!

-Chapter 2-

He hadn't gone very far when he walked into
the invible barrier again.

"There we are," he smiled. He followed the
barrer, trying to find the hidden entrance
that he was sure had to be there.

He was going completely the wrong way when he
spotted a young woman staggering around in the

"Do you need help?" he asked.

She smiled and without a second's hesitation,
grabbed Laguna by the throat.

Laguna tried, frantically, to free himself from
the suffocating grip. Enery like he had never felt
before, even when he had been attacked by some of
the world's nastier creatures, hit his body and
burned his soul. He arched his back, throwing back
his head as sensations beyond agony and orgasm
wracked his body for what he was sure must've been
an hour. Then, overloaded and unable to cope any
longer with what was happening to him, Laguna shut

The last thing he felt was the suddenly cold
and dead fingers falling away from his throat.


"I came to a few hours later in the Palace," Laguna
told Squall and Kiros. "Kiros, here, had gotten
worried and had gone off to find me."

"Oh my god," Squall suddenly realised. "The woman
you met. She was a Sorceress, wasn't she?!"

"Laguna?" Kiros could not keep the shockout of
his voice.

"Yes," Laguna told them. "And she made me a
Sorcerer. And I've guarded my secret carefully
until today. But now I've got no choice. My
wounds hurt too much to bear any longer. I need
to pass along what she gave me before I can rest
in peace at last. I offer this power to you,
Squall, as a family heirloom. One day, there
will come a time when it is no longer shameful
for us to wield this power."

"It's already come," Squall told Laguna. "The
power of the gentle Sorcerer Laguna is a family
treasure that every generation will cherish. I
accept it with honor."

Laguna took his son's hand. This time, there
was no violent power, no agony. Only a gentle
touch, like the caress of windblown roses. Then
Laguna Loire closed his eyes.

"Thank you, son," he whispered as he died, "for
not being ashamed of me."

Squall Leonhart, now a Sorcerer, kissed his late
father's cooling forehead, "I could never be ashamed
of you."
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