-Title- Flames of Oblivion

- Author - ...need I introduce myself?

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A/N= A tiny break from my other stories I guess. This is a little story I'll be writing about. I don't know for how long, but I'd appreciate reviews of criticism. That would be nice. I haven't written for a while. So don't be alarmed by the supreme boredom in this story. Heh. Well, read on, fellow authors and may the force be with you.... =\=\=\

-Title- Planet 009 Code:43 Last Earth

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"Xavier...."

A voice called to me from far away, a distant voice that was void of all emotion and I felt as though it was a knife going through my chest.

"Xavier....wake up...."

I kept my eyes closed, this voice was calling to me for death and I knew if I opened my eyes I'd be sent to death. Death....

"Your destiny awaits you in the mouth..."

Death was waining over my head like a pendulum and swayed side to side. The sands of time were going against me as my eyes struggled to keep shut.

"The mouth of fire....it awaits you, in the mouth of fire...."

The voice droned out and my eyes snapped open. The white ceiling of my room came into full focus as I stared up from my twin size bed and I raised my hands up towards it. The silver ring with a cross on the side facing me was still snug on my right hand, the ring finger, and I closed my eyes momentarily. "My lord, give me comfort or give me torture," I murmured and sat up in my bed.

I grabbed the sheets on both sides of my legs and leaned forward slightly. The silver chain around my neck dangled and slowly moved back and forth. The two light blue strands of my bangs hung at both sides of my face and I lifted my left hand to run it through my hair. I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror at the foot of my bed and I frowned. My hair was short and messy, but the two identical bangs hung to my collarbone, the color of a clear stream. My eyes were lazer green and the pupils endless holes of darkness. A barcode was tattoo'd right above my left nipple and on the other side of my chest was a scar from my collar bone to just under my chest. A scar from two wars ago that I can't recall. I wore a pair of baggy, black pants that were like sweatpants but not made from wool. My body was toned from years of training, ever since I was able to walk and the training was hard. Those who failed in their first year were sent to death and were never seen again. Luck had it that I made it through my fifteen years of training and now, four years later, I was obsolite. The world was coming apart, wars were raging everywhere and even now there was a war going on far away. Last Earth was going to the Harjacks, a group of terrorists who attacked innocent people that were not with them and enslaved many. I sighed and brought my legs around so my feet planted themselves on the floor. I rubbed the imaginary sleep from my eyes and stood up to my full height of 6'0. I was the one of the short ones in my camp, the others were over 6'1 and it didn't really bother me until they made the nickname of Xavier Littleboots for me.

I stretched my hands over my head and walked over to the closet to see the uniform I had to wear. A formal, button up jacket of black coloring with badges on the right pocket and black slacks. On the floor was a pair of black boots that buckled everywhere and next to that was a sheath with my black rapier. Next to my uniform was the underclothing of my uniform which consisted of a black beater and suspenders to keep my slacks up, I was known to let them become baggy. I let my hands fall to my sides and turned to the right to enter my bathroom. After taking a shower, I dressed in my uniform and looked myself over in the mirror. I placed the sheathed rapier on the strap hooked on the left side of my hips and brushed my hair out as best I could. I spiked the back of it to stand out and I let my bangs fall on my shoulders. Touching my right, pointed ear, a single loop appeared on the lobe and I turned away from the mirror as the door opened. A woman with the same exact uniform as me, but more revealing at the top because of cleavage, stood on the outside of my door and she brushed some strands of hair off her shoulder. "Mister Reed, goodmorning to you, hope you slept well," she said as her grey eyes met my eyes.

"I slept as well as I could, commander," I replied and stood at attention.

She entered my dorm and the door closed. She stepped forward and smiled. "You know you don't have to be so formal with me, Xavier. Though, it is protical and would get us both fired if someone saw us conversing by using our first names to each other."

"I understand this, Celes."

Celes nodded and took another step until she was only a foot away. "You didn't visit my quarters last night, something happen?"

"I wanted to rest up in my bed, though I didn't sleep well spite the fact that it is mine and I've slept in it for almost all my life."

I didn't want to tell Celes about the voice that called to me. That called to me every night, whether or not I was with Celes or not, and even when I was on the battlefield. Celes sighed and lifted her hand. Her soft fingertips brushed my cheek and the voice came again.

"See not me, but you...."

Celes's eyes softened and she took one more step, her lips catching mine. I kissed her back like a normal person would and she stopped. "Xavier...."

"Hm?"

"I love you..."

I closed my eyes and didn't respond.

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"Alright, let's move along!" A tall, lanky fellow with white hair yelled at a group of individuals.

A girl with silver hair and baby blue eyes stood next to him, quiet and unmoving. She wore a simple black dress that ended just above the middle of her thigh and her feet were bare. Her skin was milky white and her ears were pointed like an elves' would be. The tall lanky man turned to her and tilted his head. "What do you see?" He asked.

The girl didn't respond for a while and she looked at the old man. "I see the one to liberate the enemy....the chosen one," she responded in a quiet voice.

"You speak of nonsense!"

The girl's face didn't change, but her eyes glowed and the old man fell to the dirt. Two guards appeared and dragged him away from the scene as the girl turned back to the large group of people. They had stopped and watched her in awe, but quickly went back to work as more guards came to hurry along the movement. The girls' silver hair shifted in the wind and she turned her head. "The one...to liberate me from my bindements...," she said and closed her eyes.

"Kite, are you ready?" A distant voice asked.

The girl turned to the south and a faint smile came over her lips. "My lord...I'm ready..."

She placed her hands together and her hair began to move with an unfelt wind. Her body became transparent before her whole form vanished and after she had, Last Earth exploded to create new stars.

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to be continued... Yeah...was short... You may think there will be romance between these two, hm hm? BWAHAHAH.