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About goldenfurLocation: Tampere, Finland Home Region: Age:21 Website: http://goldenfur.deviantart.com Favorite novels: Lasisilmä by Johanna Sinisalo. Favorite music: Instrumental music (soundtracks, new age, meditative music). Battle themes from various videogames. Non-noveling interests: Drawing, videogames, fanfiction, daydreaming, learning languages, gay romance, and finding out interesting but useless trivia. (Like what caffeine does to spiders, for example.) |
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Brief Author Bio: I am a Finnish university student majoring in English. I have a passion for writing (shocking, isn't it?), but drawing and playing video games are also my favorite pastimes. I'm obsessed with learning all sorts of quirky things and I love doing research that has nothing to do with what I'm supposed to be doing at any given time. In other words, I'm a procrastinator of the highest order, but at least I like to think I procrastinate in a useful way... maybe. |
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Synopsis:
Tales of Symphonia Alternate Universe fanfiction.
Some fifty years ago, the world was changed when four aspiring scientists discovered a miraculous substance that could end much suffering. Before they could utilize their findings, however, their laboratory was blown up, and things went to hell. They scattered and turned on each other, and the would-be heroes became criminals instead.
Years passed and took their toll: one of the Fallen Four was killed, two were incarcerated, one had his family brutally murdered, and one was plotting the destruction of the entire world -- and the common people were completely oblivious to it all.
After almost thirty years spent behind bars, Yuan is finally released, and he only has one objective in mind: seek out Yggdrasill and end his corrupted reign. It makes little difference who else gets caught up in the carnage. Yggdrasill must pay.
Excerpt:
Yuan leant against the rough side of a red-bricked house at the corner of the street. He was certain he was being watched. He really, really didn't want to give the stalker a chance to ambush him from behind. Let them attack him to his face if that was what they were after. His eyes roamed over the building tops he could see, trying to pick out shpaes of potential assassins, but he couldn't see anything suspicious.
Paranoid, his mind told him in an accusing tone. A couple of passers-by were looking in his direction with worry and anxiety in their faces before steering well clear of him. That's right. Let them stay away.
He almost jumped out of his skin when someone appeared at his side, movements smooth, elegant, almost soundless.
"Hello there," the person purred at him, her voice muffled by a scarf she was wearing. Yuan had found his gun and had it pointed at her, but she didn't seem to mind, and he didn't seem to be able to shoot.
"...You... You're Tabatha."
She removed the green scarf from her face and smiled at him. It would have been most attractive if not for two things: one, she was a robot, a construct Yggdrasill had had made, and two, she was the spitting image of Martel. He knew Martel had been dead for so long, her body decayed in its grave, the soul gone from its mortal vessel -- but he couldn't have shot this... thing that looked so much like her. Not like it would have helped, anyway.
