07-ghost Fanfiction novelization, vol. 1, chap. 1
Hello 07-ghost community
For some time I've been working on a "fanfiction novelization" of the 07-ghost manga. I decided to share it with you and hope you'll enjoy it. The link below leads to a pdf viewer on google docs. You can read it in your browser or download the original pdf from the "file" menu.
Author: CNM
Rating: Fiction-T, 13+ unverified (some violence and coarse language)
Characters: see tags
Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Fanfiction, Fantasy, Tragedy
Spoiler: 07-ghost (vol. 1, chap. 1)
Prologue
I am holding onto a large gloved hand or more precisely two fingers from said hand, and I am being led onwards. A cold wind blows seasoned with chimes from a large necklace ornament the hand’s owner is wearing.
The chimes… Ah! Once again I’m having this dream.
“Father, wait” my tiny voice calls out. “Where are we going?”
From where I am my eyes can only see the back of his neck, brown hair dark like the gloves and stark in contrast to the whites of the robes and the snow.
Church robes... Why am I always a child of the church in these dreams?
“Today you shall greet an important man, a good friend of mine.” The voice cuts through the wind and does not sound unfamiliar or unpleasant to me, certainly it is without reluctance that I follow him.
“Father’s friend…?”
It is cold, it is freezing. Indeed, snow is falling. The towering man ploughs through both wind and snow seemingly unaffected. We are headed towards a huge building, a church perhaps, surrounded by a tall dark metal fence. Both of them give me the impression that they are reaching for the very heavens; they instil in me a sense of awe, and of belonging. Another robed man with bright hair, maybe the priest’s friend, is standing in front of the only gate.
I always did find it peculiar. Outside the dream I could never remember ever having been there and yet everything in the dream is permeated with nostalgia, trickle by trickle it accumulates throughout it until the feeling almost becomes overpowering: The big gloved hand, the towering priest with a clear voice, the snowy surroundings, the huge building, the tall fence and accompanying all the sound of the chiming necklace. But that is where the peculiarity would end; once I woke up the nostalgia would recede with the sleepiness eventually becoming more of an afterthought. And without the feeling of nostalgia the dream would seem to be simply one fantasy among many.
https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B0Hu_W9MdQrfYzI3OGRiMGQtNjFkMS00ZjQwLWJjYmYtYTg5YWIzMzEyYWU1
Best regards
CNM
For some time I've been working on a "fanfiction novelization" of the 07-ghost manga. I decided to share it with you and hope you'll enjoy it. The link below leads to a pdf viewer on google docs. You can read it in your browser or download the original pdf from the "file" menu.
Author: CNM
Rating: Fiction-T, 13+ unverified (some violence and coarse language)
Characters: see tags
Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Fanfiction, Fantasy, Tragedy
Spoiler: 07-ghost (vol. 1, chap. 1)
Prologue
I am holding onto a large gloved hand or more precisely two fingers from said hand, and I am being led onwards. A cold wind blows seasoned with chimes from a large necklace ornament the hand’s owner is wearing.
The chimes… Ah! Once again I’m having this dream.
“Father, wait” my tiny voice calls out. “Where are we going?”
From where I am my eyes can only see the back of his neck, brown hair dark like the gloves and stark in contrast to the whites of the robes and the snow.
Church robes... Why am I always a child of the church in these dreams?
“Today you shall greet an important man, a good friend of mine.” The voice cuts through the wind and does not sound unfamiliar or unpleasant to me, certainly it is without reluctance that I follow him.
“Father’s friend…?”
It is cold, it is freezing. Indeed, snow is falling. The towering man ploughs through both wind and snow seemingly unaffected. We are headed towards a huge building, a church perhaps, surrounded by a tall dark metal fence. Both of them give me the impression that they are reaching for the very heavens; they instil in me a sense of awe, and of belonging. Another robed man with bright hair, maybe the priest’s friend, is standing in front of the only gate.
I always did find it peculiar. Outside the dream I could never remember ever having been there and yet everything in the dream is permeated with nostalgia, trickle by trickle it accumulates throughout it until the feeling almost becomes overpowering: The big gloved hand, the towering priest with a clear voice, the snowy surroundings, the huge building, the tall fence and accompanying all the sound of the chiming necklace. But that is where the peculiarity would end; once I woke up the nostalgia would recede with the sleepiness eventually becoming more of an afterthought. And without the feeling of nostalgia the dream would seem to be simply one fantasy among many.
https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B0Hu_W9MdQrfYzI3OGRiMGQtNjFkMS00ZjQwLWJjYmYtYTg5YWIzMzEyYWU1
Best regards
CNM