World So Cold [Sync/Van, Tales of the Abyss]
Title: World So Cold
Author: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Magi Nation
Characters/Pairing: Sync/Van
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the game and anime. Naked Sync. XD
Summary: Crawling out of the earth's fiery womb, Sync searches for answers as to why he alone survived and finds them in the most unexpected place.
Word Count: 508
"Just be quick about it." The Grand Maestro signaled to the soldiers standing beside the Fon Master's worthless replicas. Fear and anxiety were clearly evident in the wretched echo of their ragged, synchronous breaths. Huddled around the mouth of the volcano, one of the soldiers kicked the first victim to his fiery doom. A shriek horrid enough to chill one's blood preceded the sizzle as the molten lava claimed them.
Sync's eyes fluttered open painfully as his surrounding slowly panned into view. He could smell brimstone and a burning sensation lashed his flesh. As he sat up and regained consciousness, he saw the embers that danced across his tattered clothing. Screaming and thrashing about like a wild animal, he ripped the shreds of fabric away from his body until none remained. He climbed the steep slope of the ridge he had fallen onto and glanced around.
"Am I the only one who survived?" He asked in a shivery voice and narrowed his eyes towards the mouth of the cavern. Instinct dictated that he was to leave the tomb alive and well, but he hesitated.
He had no desire to live. They would only try to kill him again.
Despite the odds, Sync plodded along the rocky path. He was glad to be rid of the burdensome clothing; nakedness meant little to a boy with no shame or pride. Perhaps the long fall had done him some good. He could think clearer now, and realized what it was he desired to accomplished with what time he had left.
Kill them. All of them. They forced him into torment from birth and even denied him the joyful prospect of death. Power was what he needed more than ever. A failed Fon Master could do little against the Order of Lorelei.
"Hello, Sync." A deep, smooth voice echoed across the chasm. Glancing up, Sync could see a man clad in white, standing beside the mouth of the cavern. He felt drawn to the stranger, as if he were the answer to his new purpose.
Approaching him, Sync stared up at him and spoke vehemently, "Who are you?"
"General Dorian Grants of the Oracle Knights," He answered steadily and dropped a cloak onto the youth's head. Stepping forward, he continued, "But you can call me Van."
Sync had no means of self-defense, so he decided to entertain the General for a moment. He pulled the cloak over his shoulders and asked, "What do you want with trash like me?"
"Don't be so modest." Van retorted and folded his arms across his broad chest as the boy moved closer to him.
"I don't owe you anything." Sync rasped.
Van smiled suddenly, as if he had all of the answers. He chuckled, "I know that which you seek, as my goal is the same. Perhaps we could help one another."
Sync's hostility ceased almost immediately. His mind flew into ecstasy; revenge was a reality now. He could destroy the Order from within. A fitting way for them to perish, he mused.
"Perhaps." He whispered.
Author: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Magi Nation
Characters/Pairing: Sync/Van
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the game and anime. Naked Sync. XD
Summary: Crawling out of the earth's fiery womb, Sync searches for answers as to why he alone survived and finds them in the most unexpected place.
Word Count: 508
"Just be quick about it." The Grand Maestro signaled to the soldiers standing beside the Fon Master's worthless replicas. Fear and anxiety were clearly evident in the wretched echo of their ragged, synchronous breaths. Huddled around the mouth of the volcano, one of the soldiers kicked the first victim to his fiery doom. A shriek horrid enough to chill one's blood preceded the sizzle as the molten lava claimed them.
Sync's eyes fluttered open painfully as his surrounding slowly panned into view. He could smell brimstone and a burning sensation lashed his flesh. As he sat up and regained consciousness, he saw the embers that danced across his tattered clothing. Screaming and thrashing about like a wild animal, he ripped the shreds of fabric away from his body until none remained. He climbed the steep slope of the ridge he had fallen onto and glanced around.
"Am I the only one who survived?" He asked in a shivery voice and narrowed his eyes towards the mouth of the cavern. Instinct dictated that he was to leave the tomb alive and well, but he hesitated.
He had no desire to live. They would only try to kill him again.
Despite the odds, Sync plodded along the rocky path. He was glad to be rid of the burdensome clothing; nakedness meant little to a boy with no shame or pride. Perhaps the long fall had done him some good. He could think clearer now, and realized what it was he desired to accomplished with what time he had left.
Kill them. All of them. They forced him into torment from birth and even denied him the joyful prospect of death. Power was what he needed more than ever. A failed Fon Master could do little against the Order of Lorelei.
"Hello, Sync." A deep, smooth voice echoed across the chasm. Glancing up, Sync could see a man clad in white, standing beside the mouth of the cavern. He felt drawn to the stranger, as if he were the answer to his new purpose.
Approaching him, Sync stared up at him and spoke vehemently, "Who are you?"
"General Dorian Grants of the Oracle Knights," He answered steadily and dropped a cloak onto the youth's head. Stepping forward, he continued, "But you can call me Van."
Sync had no means of self-defense, so he decided to entertain the General for a moment. He pulled the cloak over his shoulders and asked, "What do you want with trash like me?"
"Don't be so modest." Van retorted and folded his arms across his broad chest as the boy moved closer to him.
"I don't owe you anything." Sync rasped.
Van smiled suddenly, as if he had all of the answers. He chuckled, "I know that which you seek, as my goal is the same. Perhaps we could help one another."
Sync's hostility ceased almost immediately. His mind flew into ecstasy; revenge was a reality now. He could destroy the Order from within. A fitting way for them to perish, he mused.
"Perhaps." He whispered.