Tears Of Scarlet, Tears Of Gold

As always, I hope you all enjoyed the first three chapters of When Jeuno Fell so far! Thank you for your endless support.

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This story starts off immediately after the Fall of Jeuno.

And without further delay, please, enjoy the fourth chapter; Tears of Scarlet, Tears of Gold!

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Day 104:

Time means nothing to me. Time is measured in black and white.

Black; the times where I'm losing.

White; the times where I gain a little ground back, for a little while.

I have learned much during the darker times. I have begun to know the demon inside of me. The "good" one. Like his name.

He has a name that is too dark for me to write, and still hard for me to even say, so we compromised on a sort of friendlier name. I may call him Maje. He said my name was too hard, and so he also must make a name for me.

We call the second demon Crim, after the color of his skin.

I write because as I do, as I regain some focus. Crim loses a bit of ground, because it lets me remember myself. But never for too long. This is the first time I have been able to finish more than a few words.

At least he keeps the bird in tact; it's terribly useful, I suppose, and maybe too beautiful for even the demon to kill.

I have caught flashes of our journey. We're heading to San d'Oria, and why I do not know.

We are on the outskirts of Jugner now, almost at La'Theine. I do not think we are yet being followed. Yet.

There are no people here, and so we have not yet fed. To ease my own hunger, I find tasteless mushrooms and drink the water from the stream. Neither Maje nor I know what to do.

Do we resist? Do do we go off course? Do we try and fight back?

Or do we let him run his course, try and stay alive, and try and take over?

I think we know what's going to happen.

It's going to be a long while.

Day 107:

I hunger.

Oh. How. I. Hunger.

I've regained a bit of myself again, and so I write.

Maje and I have made a little bit of progress in that we have found a safe chasm in my mind. A place he can't seem to touch, and when he does he hurts.

It's the broken part that lets me turn Flayer.

But that is also a place where we cannot stay forever.

It is hard to explain the intricacies of being inside yourself, trapped. Having a mental body, a spirit, but no physical attachment. Catching glimpses of your eyes as your body moves through the world.

And the inside of the broken part is a horrible place, full of bad memories and pain.

But there's something that lingers there. Something that gives me hope.

I suppose it's the memory of the one who took care of me.

Those memories seem to be the favorite of each of us.

Crim seems to try and hold them and twist them.

There is something sad about the way that Maje flips through them, searching for sustenance of his own, but never hurting them. He feeds off emotion.

I have become allied with this demon. I have become his friend.

And for me, those memories are the last thing I have linking me to a brighter world, and reminding me why I'm not giving up.

It's like a war inside of my head, feasting on parts of my soul. Emotions, drifting, being plucked and eaten.

I can see my own emotions.

Stuck in these memories, it's like they glow.

I can travel between my memories, and that seems to be how I can take control for a while.

I was back with her for a moment. We were on the bed, my head on her lap. Nashmeira was smiling, sucking on a chocolate covered strawberry. She took half a bite and then lowered it down to my lips. Only Altana knows where my shirt had gone to.

It was the memory of that strawberry on my lips that broke me free. It was warm. It was moist. It was sweet. In some ways, it was sultry. It was ours. And so here I am, trying to reminisce about her, to see if it keeps me here any longer.

I can feel myself getting a little stronger. A little more substantial.

I gave my Chocobo some water. I should really name him... her... whatever it is.

I'm trying to focus on anything. Everything.

Anything but the screaming in the back of my head.

-Stares at the turtle eating watermelon-
I have been told when he actually takes another bite, I get even more amazing entries to this saga.

The number of entries is directly related to the amount of feedback I get.

That may sound horribly attention whorish, but knowing it's read inspires me to continue.

lol, every good writer wants to know their work is being appreciated :P

but i just gotta laugh at that post... xD the turtle-eating watermelon... lmao!

anyway, really nice job Sect! :O ima drool o.o :Q...........

oh so you want more posts? well here *toss* i like this story lol

Great opening man. I can't wait to see more in this chapter. :D

should i start spamming and sending underwear and nudez then =D

This is exactly what he's telling us :D

And Sect that is the exact reason I feel the need to make my stupid comments. Because I have become addicted to this story and I require as much as I can possibly get out of you lmao.

Day 108:

My name is Maje, and this fight we shall not lose.

You who takes the body back, you who tries to win, shall never win. Over me you shall win. Over him you shall him. Never shall you win us both.

To one warning I give: we know that which he makes you observe. To try and claim him you try and learn him. But you shall not win, for you shall never understand what I have given him and what he has given me. I give you one option: parley with the human, or your days shall end.

Possessor of souls, we will possess you, and we will break you.

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That is the first time that Maje has been able to take over.

I view this as progress in our theater.

We are figuring you out, he with skin of crimson; we do you not remember but six hours ago when you threw yourself from your Chocobo as you approached San d'Oria?

Though, truly, such a hassle; I would rather negotiate than waste both of our time any further.

I have a war to win, and you or I will simply be another casualty; what difference does it make now or later?

All i can say is "wow!" you have a way with words good sir/madam. I just recently stumbled onto your story, i read it in 2 nights, partly cause i was too tired to go on, lol. I only wish i wouldn't have found it this early, because im very curious what direction the story will proceed! It is very well written, /w plenty of detail. I eagerly await your remaining entries!

Ah, Finally! This next section is much darker than your previous entries. It puts the whole world in a different light than players as a whole have viewed anything.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've met anyone else who actually thought to give the beastmen (or NPCs for that matter) some semblance of sentient conciousness, especially as detailed as you're making it out to be.

Keep it up, Sect. We need to have coffee or something sometime if I'm ever able to leave my office before midnight lol

Uh, dude, I'm a real student now.

I don't even have TIME to sleep 'till like 3am :P

Updates later today.

lol true. I forgot about that

Anyone else in the tristate?

If we somehow have a few people, we can go get Qdoba's or something =D

Dude, please keep writing. I really enjoy this story and watching it unfold.

Mmmm....Qdoba....

I clicked on this because I thought it said "Tears for Fears" which would of been awesome. Please disregard my interuption.

The following has been recovered from the left inside mountain walls of Horlais Peak. It appears to have been written in orc blood.

Day 115 -- Sect:

Did you really think that it would be so easy?

Did you really think you could get rid of us so easily?

Next time you get the body back, I want you to look at what you did.

That blood seal on my neck? That's a romp.

What do you think I am, some prince?

The chants of the Orcish Shaman?

What do you think this is, some sort of Fairy Tale?

You're scared.

And we know it.

But that's okay, because you don't even know we're here right now.

And you won't until morning. For all you know, you're just asleep, because this body sometimes needs it.

We're still here, and there's no way out this time.

But thanks for letting us know that the Orcs were in on this one.

They, too, will pay dearly for this one. They could have gotten by without the azure fury of an immortal army if they played it right.

Thanks, lovely.

I'll be sure to send a message to have my men slaughter the entire empire.

They'll never even know. It's not like anyone's left alive in this neck of the woods.

I hope you feel sick in the morning when you wake up, because I searched through your memories.

Not even you can make your magic dark enough to turn a body inside out.

But we, we are learning.

I look forward to our next message.

Oh, and don't you dare throw away any more of my books.

You'll regret it if you don't pick it up on your way to Davoi.

The following has been recovered from the right inside mountain walls of Horlais Peak. It appears to have been written in orc blood.

Day 115 -- Maje:

Killers such as we could have done great things.

Yet no longer am I so interested in killing so many; it is that of the few that I lust for.

It is a funny thing. You, who wishes to end their race for your Lord, have never realized the potential that a human soul harbors. Such foolishness came from myself one time, though now I see differently.

The soul of the races of Altana is a fragile thing, but the soul is such that it can do great things. Darker things than we know, we who never knew Light. Without Light, we had never known true Dark.

He will not kill you. He shall do things worse.

Do you not hear The Galka?

The Galka inside of him that he has not damned, that he has taken.

The Beastmen. The Elvaan. The ones he has broken. Their minds beaten.

When the time comes, you too shall fall.

We will parley, if you will.

But you are weak with fear now.

om nom nom

Day 118:

Fine. We shall parley.

Jack Sparrow: Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley...
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack Sparrow: That's the one. Parley. Parley.
Pintel: Parley? Damn to the depths whatever man what thought of "Parley".
Jack Sparrow: That would be the French.

luvs x3 <3 parley coming weeee!!!

Can't wait to see how this parley goes, I have a feeling it will somehow end violently. lmao

Either violently or very violently, lol

Either way there's definitely going to be some blood, but I'm more interested in why he's going to San d'Oria actually.

Shhhh if I start voicing my opinions on why he's doing stuff I may ruin the story.

Not really. It's set in stone; I have the entire plot from here.

I'm just really busy irl.

It's ok, Spath. I'll pretend you're secretly guiding his hand. lol

PUPs know all, my automaton is a crystal ball. lol