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Madness ...and a Beetle

by Djibriel

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A beetle.

A black beetle, about the size of Cyan his thumbnail.

Cyan looked at it with a lazy kind of concentration. The beetle was making its way up a brick which once had been part of Doma’s castle.

The beetle stopped in its tracks when Cyan placed a finger in front of its path, blocking the way to where ever the beetle wanted to go. The beetle turned around.

Cyan now blocked its path back to the grass. He gave the beetle a push. It moved one of its six legs and remained where it was. Magnificent strength for such a tiny thing.

Thinking of days (long) gone, Cyan placed his finger on the back of the beetle and pushed. The beetle was trapped. Slowly and thoughtfully, Cyan’s thumb went down, against the beetle and then through the beetle. Cyan wondered where Sabin was, if he was still training himself or perhaps others. He could feel the brick trough the remains of the insect. He moved his finger down, painting an ‘l’ on the brick.

The world before the fall
Delightful is the light of dawn
Noble is the heart of man.

The world after the fall
Sickening, this light of dawn
Rotten is the heart of man.

All that is left is slaying


Cyan had learned a lot since Kefka fell. He heard his own voice a few years ago, as if it was another man’s voice. "Never will I be able to forgive Kefka."

He knew better now.

He had done some thinking. Poison was odd material. You could kill an army with it, without them knowing what hit them. Was not there anything worse?

Was not there anything better?

Poison always was looked upon as something only used by assassins and other men without honor. But honor was false. Death was true. Honor was a thing invented by men, and men where, when you thought about it, useless, stupid, crawling over the earth like...

...like beetles.

Death was the only thing that could seperate mankind from the earth. And once you came to the conclusion that death is a good thing and any kind of honor an illusion, life becomes a lot more clear.

A lot.

The world before the fall
Delightful is the light of dawn
Noble is the heart of man.

The world after the fall
Sickening this light of dawn
Rotten is the heart of man.

All that is left is slaying


Cyan was a religious man. Never to a Goddess, no. But to his own religion, Cyan had taken an attitude of obsession. It was, after all, a very beautiful religion. Cyan looked at the world below him. A chasm. He started Praying out loud, his body swaying in the wind on the sound of the words.

The world before the fall
Delightful is the light of dawn
Noble is the heart of man....

Before he continued, he heard something. He stopped. He knew there were people behind him. For a moment, his mind balanced on the edge of calculated madness and a frenzy. He heard his name, almost forgotten.

"Cyan!"

He turned around. He knew who these people were, but they meant little to him. They meant very little period, come to think of it. He started a speech, started on something that a lesser man then this new Cyan would say. He would forget what he had said later, but there was one thing he remembered forever.

"I shan’t leave the world as it is."

Thinking of this and laughing inside, he followed them out of his own hiding.

Caves of Narshe: Final Fantasy VI
Version 6
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