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OK, listen up. I got this idea from GamblingCat's fanfic, so thanks GamblingKitty.
It's about what Edgar does after he

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falls from the airship at the End of the World of Balance

Chapter 1: Awakening

Edgar stirred in his exhausted sleep on the sandy beach bed. He opened his eyes, and stared into the cloudy dark sky. He turned over on his side reflexively, and coughed up some sand, which was not the clean darkish-white sand he had seen before. Instead, the sand on this beach was dark sand. Then, he realized that most of the beach was not even sand, but pebbles and rock.

The young king of Figaro tried to think back as far as he could. He could remember a large floating monstrosity, and monsters, and statues, and...

Kefka.

The thought of that name brought him to an upright position. His muscles ached with pain. Wonder how long I've been unconscious...? he thought. He could remember it all now. They, as in, him and his friends, had been on the Floating Continent. There, they had met up with a large mechanical beast named Atma Weapon, whom they disposed of. After they defeated him, they had walked up to where the madman, Kefka, was with the mighty Emperor, Gestahl. There, Kefka had betrayed Gestahl and dropped him off the side of the continent, lost forever after. Edgar could not remember anything more, except that he remembered that all of his companions had made it to their airship just in time enough before the Floating Continent blew up. The airship had not flown far enough, however, and was broken into at least two pieces, and everyone on board fell and were scattered. And I landed here...

He took another look around him, and realized that the small plot of sand was the only large piece of sand along the entire beach that he could see. He stood achingly up, and glanced down at his body. His satchel was gone, but his clothes and armor remained mainly intact. Wait a minute... where're my weapons? He looked again around him, but found nothing. Then, he felt a great fear, for he could not protect himself without his weapons. As he rested his hands on his hips for comfort while thinking, he felt relieved, for his left hand had touched the hilt of something cold and hard. His dagger. It wasn't the greatest means of defense, but it would do for now. He had had some practice with a dagger, and his good friend, Locke, had shown him a thing or two about fighting with small knives.

He decided to walk on. Which way, he didn't really care. He just hoped, beyond all hopes, that he wasn't the only one left on his planet.

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He dragged on for almost an hour, yet found no sign of anyone or anything. He heard nothing either, save for the occasional light crashing of a wave that had swelled to a bit more than normal size. It was about this time that he decided to take a half-turn to the right, so he was slanting away from the ocean. Surely there must be a town or some sign of civilization somewhere around here.

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Another hour had passed, and he was still dragging along. He had no food or provisions, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to drink the murky ocean water. He was on grasslands now, but not quite like any grasslands he had ever seen. The grasslands here were dark and dead-looking. There were no trees in sight anywhere. As he topped another ridge, something caught his eye, and he tensed with alertness. Something was moving along the downward slope.

He approached slowly, and kept his senses alert, even though they were in a bit of a bad state. The 'thing' seemed to take no notice of his presence, and still continued to amble across the field. When he was about a hundred feet away, he could tell that the 'thing' was, in fact, a yellowish feline. He continued to approach, but didn't even get to one more step before the feline turned to face him and looked at him with red eyes, then took after him, snarling and biting. Quickly, Edgar drew his dagger, and held it with one hand at the ready. The cat sprinted ever closer, and when it had come three yards from Edgar, it made a gigantic leap, and headed straight for him. He hastily took one step to his left and slashed at where he had been with his right hand, and the leaping feline fell to the ground, and was no more. He made sure it was indeed dead, then continued onwards on the direction he had been going. He realized that he needed some shelter before nightfall, which was approaching rapidly.

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One-third of an hour later, he saw a big black object off in the distance, which he assumed to be a rock. He thought that it might be not be a rock, but instead, maybe a small abandoned building which he could make shelter in for the night, so he pressed on with new strength.

After a few more minutes of making his way across a wide open plain, he saw that it was not a small structure, or even a rock. It was a castle.

No, it's not... it can't be... my castle? My home? But it wasn't. He was much closer now, and he could tell that it was not his beloved Figaro Castle, but instead, it was another castle. There was only one other explanation for what this castle was. Doma Castle. It was the only other castle in the world. His comrade Cyan was it's throne's successor, but the Empire had poisoned the entire land, so Edgar thought it to be abandoned.

As he approached the large structure from the front, he saw rubble lying everywhere. He entered the main gateway which, fortunately, was not locked. He walked straight forward, over a bridge that crossed some water, and took a left. He noticed some doors to his right, but decided against opening them. Best not to disturb what you don't know. He walked over another bridge, and took a right, then a left, which brought him to a narrow passageway. He walked cautiously through it, and there was a door at the other end. He opened it slowly, and when he got to the other side, he was relieved at what he saw.

He had remembered that Doma was partly a port town, so he had been looking for a boat that would hopefully take him to another place. And there, right before his eyes, was a small dock and a ship with a large sail. The boat was of average size, and best of all, it was floating. There, he decided to camp for the night.


Crit/comment. Please? Pretty please? ...With sugar on top?

This post has been edited by Figaro on 15th March 2004 00:14

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

It's...dare I say it...Brilliant! </Guiness Man> =D

All I can suggest is:

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Surely there must be a town or some sign of civilization somewhere around here.

There, you could just bold the "somewhere" instead of dropping the italics. It confused me for a moment...I thought he'd stopped thinking and I was like, "Buh? Oh!"

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Presently, as he topped another ridge, and what he saw on the slope downwards from the spoken ridge, he immediately became more alert, for down there, something was moving.

That just sounds a little funny. Might wanna try splitting it into two sentences and/or rewording it some.

This post has been edited by Zephir on 11th March 2004 19:07

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~Status Report~

* Completed... Dragon's Head
* Completed... Soldiers of the Empire: Disciples (release pending)
* In Progress/Undecided... Of Love and Betrayal
* Planning/Assembly... Where it all Began

Cool! I like it better than the other one! No offense, but I do think this writing is better. Um also, if he fell off an airship from like at least a few hundred feet,don't you think he''d be too weak to walk? Ive heard of stuff like that happening(i.e., the record for biggest fall survived without parachute was like either 30,000 or 3000) but the people always had to be hospitalized. and...
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Presently, as he topped another ridge, and what he saw on the slope downwards from the spoken ridge, he immediately became more alert, for down there, something was moving.[QUOTE]

I'm pretty sure that's proper grammer. When your puting emphasis on something that's already in italics, you make it normal.

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Presently, as he topped another ridge, and what he saw on the slope downwards from the spoken ridge, he immediately became more alert, for down there, something was moving.

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I think you got the tags mixed up.

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Um also, if he fell off an airship from like at least a few hundred feet,don't you think he''d be too weak to walk?

No, actually, I don't.

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There, you could just bold the "somewhere" instead of dropping the italics. It confused me for a moment...I thought he'd stopped thinking and I was like, "Buh? Oh!"

I've read many books, and I always see the writers write the way I did it. Meh.

Next chapter coming up soon! Probably over the weekend, if I get unlazy, or bored.

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

There's my problem right there. I don't read many books nor remember much of them, so it's not like I actually know anything about writing. :x My apologies. ._.

This post has been edited by Zephir on 12th March 2004 21:08

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~Status Report~

* Completed... Dragon's Head
* Completed... Soldiers of the Empire: Disciples (release pending)
* In Progress/Undecided... Of Love and Betrayal
* Planning/Assembly... Where it all Began

No Prob, Figaro about my idea I am thinking about a fanfic for Edgar and Sabin as kids. Interesting so far.

I like it, it's a good start.

About that one sentence, it does seem awkward.

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Presently, as he topped another ridge, and what he saw on the slope downwards from the spoken ridge, he immediately became more alert, for down there, something was moving.

I also don't see any italics in there, so you can't get out of it that way. :-)

How about:

As he topped another ridge, something caught his eye, and he tensed with alertness. Something was moving along the downward slope.

Take it or leave it.

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I had an old signature. Now I've changed it.

Good suggestion, Elena. I went with it.

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

is there going to be a chapter II. I have been wondering for a while.

Yes, there will be a new chapter, probably within the week. When people say that they're waiting, it makes me wanna satisfy them, so I write. It'll probably be up today or tomorrow.

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

Sorry it took longer than expected.

Chapter 2: Despair and Hope

What if they are all... dead? What will happen then? What if I'm the only person alive on this God-forsaken earth? I may be... alone...

No, I mustn't entertain such thoughts. I'm not alone, my friends have all been scattered, that's all. All I have to do... is find... them.

What am I saying? Our earth is huge! They may be alive, but I may never find them.

But, what if...

Edgar sat in his boat, staring off into the endless blue horizon, as his mind argued with itself. The ship he had found on the Domain docks, and that which he was now sailing in was small; three people could fit in it, at best. The sail was about seven or eight feet high, and had about the same width. He let the wind carry on the little ship, not knowing or very much caring where it took him. His belt, which were attached his scabbard with his dagger, was unfastened and laid next to him. His only other possessions aside from his clothes were the three small vials, which were always kept in a hidden pocket of his undershirt. The three contained a potion, a remedy, and an Ether. He lay on the wooden deck, silently wondering. A single day passed, and he cared not that he had no food or fresh water.
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He awoke around midday, the following day. The king spent much of this day doing the same he had done the previous day, except that he would sit up and stare all around for tens of minutes at a time, then resume his reclined position. By now, he was a mess. His unkempt hair had lost one of its ribbons, and the individual strands of hair from his long ponytail were flapping about in the wind. His brain was barely conscious is its darkened state, for the depressed part of his mind was winning the battle for his sanity. Finally, precious sleep took him away from the real world. Wonderful bliss as it was, he was haunted by disparaging dreams.
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When he finally awoke, his mind was brought to an aware state. Something did not seem right. He didn’t seem to be moving the way he had been… he couldn’t understand what was happening. Finally, it dawned on him. I’m not on the water. There’s no more rocking.

As he became more aware, he found that he wasn’t just not on the boat, but he was in a dimly lit room, and he was sleeping in a bed. It felt like heaven; he had not slept in a bed for… he couldn’t remember. He knew not how long he had been unconscious on the beach, after he had fallen.

At last, his mind came to near-complete awareness. He saw the outline of a person, sitting in a nearby chair. As the form became clearer, he saw, from the tell-tale curves and the outline of long, flowing hair, that it was a woman. She stood, and approached the bed.

Fully awake now, Edgar tried to prop himself up on one arm. But his effort was in vain, for the pain was too great, and his muscles too sore.

“Easy, now. You’ve go’ a lo’ of cuts on ya’self. Just lie back and take it easy.” She bent over him, and put her hand out to lightly push him back flat on the bed. “How do ya’ feel?”

“Pretty lousy, but that’s not too surprising.” He lightly lifted his hand. “I’m Edgar.”

Her eyes widened noticeably, and she took his and shook it lightly. “Farrus Evon.” She smiled. “Edgar Figaro, I presume?” he gave a painful nod. “Well, I thought we ‘ad someone impor’ant, but I didn’t know that someone would be the King of Figaro. Welcome to our humble abode, milord.” She bent down to one knee and lowered her head in revered silence to the king.

“No, no, no. Please don’t do that, Ms. Evon.”

She got back up. “Beg pardon, your highness.”

“…and none of this “highness’ stuff, either, please. Just plain ‘Edgar’.” He sighed. “At the moment, I’m not even sure if there’s a Figaro left to rule“.

She gave another smile. “And you can call me ‘Farrus’.” Then, she turned around and walked over to the window. She threw back the curtain, and pure radiance and sunlight burst through the window. Edgar squinted in the sudden sunlight. “We’re pleased to ‘ave you ‘ere, Edgar. If you need anything, just holler for me. I’ll be in the next room. There's some bread and water on the bedtable, if your hungry.” She smiled again, and turned to leave.

“Just one more thing.” He asked. She turned to face him. “Where am I?” he grinned sheepishly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed you knew. You’re in Nikeah. This is the inn of Nikeah. This is our home, and the inn takes up some of the rooms. I'm the innkeeper's daughter.” She turned, and left. Edgar laid his head back and went back to sleep.


Comments/criticisms and errors and such are needed.

This post has been edited by Figaro on 17th June 2004 03:09

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

FINNALY, A 2nd chapter, a bit too long, but it is alfight, keep going Figaro.