[Caves of Narshe 4]

Always and Forever
Ardreju (Michelle Becker)
Prologue	Chapter 1	Chapter 2	Chapter 3
Chapter 4	Chapter 5	Chapter 6	Chapter 7
Chapter 8	Chapter 9	Chapter 10
Heh heh... what kind of name is Ardreju? Nah, just kidding. It's a cool fic by a cool girl. ^_^ A little innuendo and language, but nothing bad. Deal with it. <g> BTW... one of the best fanfics I have ever read.

Chapter 3
	Edgar backed up several steps, his whole body numb from the sight of Kefka's face. The hair was unbound and combed; the make-up was gone. If it hadn't been for the bright, rich clothes, Edgar wouldn't have recognized his old enemy. He actually looked…normal. Kefka smiled. "Surprised to see me? Well, you should be I suppose. I usually don't drop by like this." Edgar shook his head, trying to cast off the image and trying to deny it. "You're dead," he choked. Kefka laughed-not the loud, maniacal laughter, but a soft, breathy laugh. "That I am," he confirmed. "But I still exist. I don't think Kefka could be forgotten." Edgar said nothing. Kefka continued. "No, you are not going crazy. I'm here for a reason." Still Edgar said nothing, his mind lost. Edgar stepped towards him, looking straight into the king's eyes. "Look at me, Edgar." It took a long, dreadful minute, but Edgar finally stared at Kefka's cool, bright green eyes. And what he saw was something so out of the ordinary. Those eyes…what was it about them? Kefka sighed. "You don't understand. But I hope you will. That is why I came to you, Edgar." Edgar felt tears of frustration come to his eyes. "What are you doing?" he moaned. "In time you will know. But before I go, I have something to tell you." Edgar leaned back against the wall. "What?" "Trust your friends." Edgar felt his face flush with anger. "What the hell?! I trust-" "Not all." Kefka looked at him gravely. Edgar shook his head. "I am the last to listen to you." Kefka smiled sadly. "Ah, but you are the only one who can." With that he turned, exiting into the darkness. And Edgar woke up. ******* "Sabin, check this out." Sabin walked into the workshop, where Gau spent much of his time. The boy was on the floor, surrounded by glue bottles, nails, tools, and pieces of wood, metal, and cloth. Gau was a genius-he could build a variety of stuff. He had constructed a dollhouse for Relm, and a playground set for the children at Mobliz. Sabin rarely saw Gau not working on something. Gau held up a large piece of silk. It was buttercup yellow, with silver strings laced into it. "I was thinking of using this for the fabric of the seat cushion for Celes's chair." Sabin smiled in approval. "That's nice." "Yeah? Cool," Gau replied, putting the silk aside and reaching for some nails. "Now if I can just hammer the legs in right," he muttered. Sabin sat down next to him, admiring the boy's work. "When are you going to make something for yourself?" he asked. "I will, but it's more fun making stuff for the others, so I can get feedback." Gau grabbed the hammer, and begin pounding nails in a chair leg. "Hey Sabin?" "Yeah?" "I was thinking of seeing if Strago could look at my father. You know, because he's crazy." Sabin stared at Gau. What a child. Gau knew his dad was crazy, but he did his best to accept it. Gau met his look. "I know, it seems silly, but at least I know Strago could keep an eye on him. That is, if he decides to go." Sabin thought for a minute. "Well, I will ask Strago. I'm sure he could do something." Gau continued hammering the leg. "You think it's hopeless, huh?" "I'm worried you'll get too hopeful about him. I don't think his recovery is hopeless at all, but what if it isn't?" Gau considered the question. "Well, then I'd still check up on him. I will not abandon him, although he did so to me. But that wasn't his fault. He can't think logically." Sabin smiled. Not only was Gau intelligent and sweet, but he was mature too. "You're absolutely right." "It's hard Sabin, really hard, but I am thankful he's alive. That why I take it so well, I guess. I look at what I have." "You're quite an amazing kid." Sabin clapped Gau on the back. "And you're strong, too. By the way, I'm helping out Cyan with Doma's repairs next week. Wanna tag along?" Gau nodded. "Sure." ***** "Ah Fairen, thou are here." Cyan smiled warmly at the young woman approaching him. Fairen had been one of the few survivors of Doma, and it wasn't until recently that Cyan found her in Maranda. She was in her teens, with long black hair and dark green eyes. She was one of the coordinators for Doma's repairs, and Cyan chose her because she was simply brilliant. "Thou will get more help next week. I have a friend who is coming over to help with the stone cutting." Fairen smiled gratefully. "Well, we could use it! By the way, the throne room is nearly done. Would you like to see it?" "Let us go." Cyan walked with her inside the castle. ***** Locke left for Figaro early the next morning, saying a quiet goodbye to Celes. He kissed her on the cheek and promised her they would talk when he returned. He boarded the ship, promising himself to stay in his cabin for the entirety of the trip. He smiled to himself, remembering the trip to Albrook so long ago. He flopped down on the bed, cursing himself. Why was it so hard maintaining a relationship with her? Yes, he loved and cherished her, but he was beginning to hate the fact that she was trying to hold him down. Locke Cole was not one to be held down. He had too much energy, too much vigor to sit on his butt. He was an adventurer. Damn it, he was a treasure hunter! And treasure hunters are the last ones to be held down. It was his life. He could do whatever he wanted. ***** Gogo undid the scarves around his face, and stared at himself in the mirror. He was not ugly. He was not scarred. In fact, he was a normal-looking guy. But it wasn't his looks that he tried to hide. It was his name. His identity even more. Shadow is like myself, but Shadow need not hide. There is nothing to hate or fear from Shadow. Oh, why had he made that pact with Terra? He knew one day she would tell him why she was so sad, and that would be the day he would dread. For then she would know, and she would hate him. Fear him. Which was the last thing he wanted. No, he didn't expect her to love him. She did not know him; she had never met him or heard of him. But she would someday. And it would be a day she'd regret. ******* Edgar walked with Locke, who had just arrived, down Figaro's halls. The king had the dream in his head, but he had pushed it to the back of his mind. And he was keeping it to himself. Someone else was on his mind. Locke sighed. "I don't know, Edgar. She got over you. And I'm sorry to say I don't think it could work out." Edgar shrugged. "It, in my eyes, is worth a shot. If I could just actually try to commit myself to Terra, maybe it would work out." "Edgar, you can't force her to love you." Edgar turned to his friend. "Sure I can! I'll put the bioblaster to her head!" The two chuckled, and Edgar waved his hand. "I know I can't. I'm just going to ask her to consider it." "And what if she doesn't want to?" Edgar took a breath. "Then I will have to deal. Who knows? Maybe she isn't the one." Locke nodded silently. He hoped Terra wasn't the one. As much as he loved Edgar, the king didn't deserve her.
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