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Okay, as promised, here's Afterstorm. Tell me what you think of it so far.

Chapter I: Terra’s/Sabin’s Tale
She could see him. The mad overlord Kefka, on top of a tall, pillar-like structure he had made out the innocent lands of the World. He was laughing a hellish storm that seemed to form all around them. She felt so helpless looking at the tall, insane, powerful being.
“Life... Dreams... Hope... Where did they come from? And
where are they headed? These things... I am going to destroy!” he yelled.
No, she thought, no you won’t.
“And there’s no one to stop me.”
We can stop you.
“I will destroy you!” He pointed right into her direction. “ESPER!! RAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!”

“NO!” She yelled. Relm darted around. “Terra,” she asked, “are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” The girl, Terra Branford, got out of her bed and walked out of the room. Darn you, Kefka! She thought to herself. Relm Arrowney was a young girl about fifteen. She was a great artist, despite her family heritage. Her father was a lethal assassin, and her grandfather, from the other side of the family, was a Blue Mage. She was a cute young lady with short blonde hair with a purple bandana that she wore almost all the time. Terra had green/blue hair, though it was longer, and she was an attractive twenty-three-years-old.
They were living together, Terra, Relm, and the boy Gau, in a cottage far beyond any town. It was in the Narshe Country area. Gau would seldom stay indoors; he loved the outside. Of course, he had grown up in the outside, for twelve years actually, and on the Veldt no less. He was a feral orphan, a very bad mix. Terra herself was also an orphan. The two girls walked outside. There he was. Gau was already picking a fight with a local monster. “Gau!” Terra yelled. The monster ran off and Gau turned around. He had gotten over his old habits and grown into society, though he occasionally started to act like an animal. He was seventeen and had a brown/blonde/red mix in his hair with a ponytail. He stood completely up. He was getting tall. His green eyes shown with some guilt, and some embarrassment. “Uh, heh…sorry Terra,” he smiled. He had a civilized voice now. She starred at him. There was no way she could be mad at the boy. “Well in any case you need to stop acting like a creature,” Relm spoke for Terra. Gau blushed. Terra knew that he had a big crush on Relm for quite some while. The two went on in conversation. Terra was just trying right now to get the images of Kefka out her head. It was a nightmare. She had been having them since the Battle for the World five years ago. Since that time, the Band- as Locke liked to call it- had gone their separate ways. Terra took in Gau, for neither of them had a real home. Relm’s father, Clyde (or Shadow as he was known) had gone off somewhere and her grandfather Strago had recently past away. So Terra took her in, too. She had set up a nice house in the country. The walls were covered with Realm’s artwork; it was all very nice indeed. Gau had a whole five belongings: a tooth-and-claw necklace, a pair of slippers, a cap, and some clothes. Terra only had a few things aswell, mostly clothes. Realm had many clothes and an easel and pallet and brush set. Another thing, which Terra kept concealed, was a set of swords, knives, and armor, which she was saving for a rainy day. She looked up into the surrounding mountains. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular, she didn’t think. For high in Mt. Koltz there was...

Sabin Rene Figaro was wandering through the mountains, bringing on any challenger. In the past five years, his master Duncan had died and Sabin took the title of Grand Master. Before the old man died, Sabin had become a double black belt in the Blitz. “The only thing keeping you from a double red,” he remembered Duncan saying,“is your own foolish pride and cockiness. I guess this comes with youth.”
But Sabin would take his master’s advice and become a Dojo master. He would train a new generation of martial artists. At the time he was the last studier of the Blitz, having killed his classmate Vargas himself.
His brother Edgar was still the king of Figaro and, last time he checked, was married with a little girl. Heh, Sabin laughed, I’d have thought he’d have been married ages ago the way he acts towards ladies. Sort of like Setzer, I don’t even know if he’s found anyone. These mountains Sabin could climb with his eyes closed. He started to venture here seven years ago, in a training exercise along with Vargas. After the World was ruined he came here to train for a while. He left to go to the town Tzen after a few months and stayed until he caught-up with the rest of the Band. He spent some time at Figaro Castle after the Battle for the World, but eventually returned to train under Duncan. Now here he was, going through an area he knew second nature. There were no monsters he could not beat on Mt. Koltz, and all monsters feared this muscular, brawny man.
Sabin hadn’t changed much, still arrogant, still cocky, still very proud. Climbing the mountain itself was the real exercise, since no beasts would fight him. Maybe it was best he went somewhere else. No! Sabin thought. This was the place Duncan told me to go. And I’ll stick to his word. Duncan was like a father--or more like grandfather--to Sabin, especially after he was bed-ridden. Or maybe he should check up on his old friends. He chuckled silently. Or maybe not! He hated visiting someone else’s home, even if it was his own brother’s, which conveniently was his also at one point. His own house was the only place he felt comfortable at.
Or perhaps…
Chapter II: Locke’s tale
Locke Cole, aswell, hadn’t changed much. He was more adult, but still went on the occasional treasure hunt. Though now he was married. Two years ago, he married his love Celes Cheer Cole, who was also a member of the Band of the Returners. They were living in the town of South Figaro, which, as the name implies, is in the southern Figaro region. Right now, however, they were in a cave in eastern Kohligen. As Locke remembered, there was no cave in Kohligen when he was growing-up. But after the World was ruined a cave system appeared due to the sudden change in erosion.
They were searching for treasures and gold (what else?) and were having very little luck. Though adventures had always been fun for this young man, even if there was no reward. Celes, too, was growing into the thrill of the journey.
Locke was now showing her a small tunnel. “C’mon, trust me. There should be something at the end of this tunnel.”
His attire wasn’t much different than what he usually wore. White garments with a blue vest and trousers and brown wrapping around his arms and a navy-blue cap with grayish hair peeking through.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, hon,” Celes said,“but last time you said that, we were on the bad end of a rhinotaur.”
Locke grimaced. Shows how much you know, he thought. He saw the light. Ah-ha! The two came out the end. Locke was surprised to see a small nest of monstrous hornets. “Uh, oops,” he laughed embarrassingly. The hornets attacked him. Locke got out a sword.
“Locke, what’s going on?” Celes called from behind. She didn’t see the monsters. “Uh, nothing, babe. Just hold on.”
He made quick slashes that took about twelve down. More came. Before he could make another attack, his wife jumped from behind with her own sword, Falchion, and made quick work of the enraged insects. Locke gave her a kiss to the cheek. “Thanks.”
“Oh, Locke, you punk. Stop acting like a child all the time.”
“Maybe this’ll make it up.” He reached inside a nest and pulled out a small pearl. It was made of a honeycomb, hardened over time to make a beautiful jewel. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute,” Celes said.
“Thanks again,” he said and gave her another kiss.
“I’ll thank you this time. Do you think we should destroy the nests and get rid of the young?”
“What, and get rid of all these gorgeous honey-pearls? Nah let’s keep them around.”
Anyways, he thought, time to get the real treasure. He walked to where a treasure chest was and opened it. But there was nothing there!
“Looking for this, boy?” he looked over and saw the illustrious swordsman Siegfred holding a golden amulet. Locke sighed. Not again!
“All right, you win again.”
“Ah-ah, the pearl.” He extended his hand.
“Come on, Siegfred. It’s for my wife.”
“It’s all right, Locke,” Celes reassured him. She handed over the pearl. When she put it in his hand, she moved quickly behind him and put the Falchion to his throat.
“Let’s trade,” she said,“the amulet for the pearl.”
He squeaked, and then nodded viciously. He put the amulet in her hand, at the same time grabbing the honey-pearl.
“I guess we win this one, old man,” Locke taunted.
Through Siegfred’s facemask, he saw him giving them a look of hatred. This was the first time he had lost an exchange.

On the way out of the cave, Celes and Locke stopped and hugged each other before giving a kiss on the lips to the other.
“That was magnificent, Celes!” Locke complemented.
“What, the attack or the kiss?” she replied smartly.
“Both!”
They kissed again. Celes’s long silver-blonde hair got in the way of this one, though they tried not to notice.
They had had a happy marriage. There were many of these “treasure hunting” adventures. Traveling all over the map just to find riches for themselves. Of course they had to because Locke refused to get a job. He always considered treasure hunting to BE a job. Celes threw fits about it all the time, about how he could never raise a family like that. As time went on, she grew into it. It was better than sitting around doing nothing or being a store clerk or merchant. And she always loved the prizes.
She got out the golden amulet. They gawked at it for a moment. It was even more beautiful in the daylight. Locke stared into her eyes. She was even more beautiful. She looked so happy at the sight of the jewel, so was he. Now they walked on, back to South Figaro.

This post has been edited by Sherick on 2nd April 2005 02:20

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Sweetness. it's a shame i don't appreciate a good love story

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Get used to it. But don't worry it gets better.

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Very, very nice Work I must say. I can't wait for more of it, specially a few chaps on Mog, kupo! ^-^

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Link: "What is it?"
Mario: "It's coin, what the hell does it look like?"
Link: "Well.... What do you do with it?"
Mario: "You buy lives with them."
Link: ".... Isn't that slavery?"
~Mario/Link crossover comic~

It would be great if you posted things in the right forum.

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"To create something great, you need the means to make a lot of really bad crap." - Kevin Kelly

Why aren't you shopping AmaCoN?

It's good. One question though: Are you introducing a new character or were you unaware of the fact it's SIEgfried instead of SEIgfried?

Happy birthday, by the way.

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The Collapse of Heaven and Earth

Chapter III: Edgar’s Tale
Figaro Castle. The ruling house of Figaro Kingdom.
It had been for over a hundred years. Throughout the long history of the Figaro family this had been the stronghold and moving fortress of the Royal Family. From King Matthias the Strong to King Edgar this had been their home.
Edgar Roni Figaro was the current king. He had the look of a monarchy. A long golden braid going down to his back and the rest of his hair gelled back. He wore a royal-blue tunic with a rolling cape to match. He was a handsome man with a devil-may-care attitude, though very gentleman like towards women. Five years ago he had served as the provisional leader of the Imperial Resistant and later the Kefka Resistant Returners. Two years before that he had been the ruler of Figaro and one of the leading allies of the Empire.
His father, King Sabin I, had been the one to tell him to resist them before he died, but the oppressing forces had made him change his mind. And Kefka made him do it. It was coincidence, probably, that that was also why he joined the Returners. Edgar had been remarked as a skilled fighter and an exceptional inventor. He even made many of the tools he used in battle. From the automatic crossbow to the noise blaster to the Air Anchor, he had made some of the best combat tools ever.
Since the downfall of Kefka, Edgar had renounced the leadership of the Returners to Dornim Ramah, the son of the original chief Bannon. He returned to Figaro to become king once again and had settled down into a regular life. Of course, now he was married and had a four-year-old daughter. He had awoke an hour ago and was seated in his thrown. Now I remember why I didn’t want to come back, he thought. This is so boring!
Then he heard little footsteps and his day brightened up.
“Daddy! Daddy!” little Edwina called out happily.
“Have a good night’s rest, sweetie?” he asked.
She nodded five times. Her mother, Queen Awin, was right behind her. She was very beautiful with long burnet hair and blue eyes that matched her daughters’. Edgar preferred brown eyes, having them himself, but he wasn’t picky.
“How ‘bout you?” he asked her.
She nodded aswell. “And you?”
“I guess.”
He scowled himself for thinking what he had. What was better than having such a beautiful family?
“Can I go out and play?”
“Alright. Go have fun,” he replied.
Edwina loved to play in the desert sand surrounding the castle, but always had to be followed by a guard because of all the creatures that lived in it. Edgar would never forgive himself if something bad happened to her. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. But that was still a threat.
He wished Sabin had stuck around; she always liked to play with him or watch him flex his muscles. Sabin had always loved playing with her, but he eventually grew restless and went off to train. Edgar wondered where his twin brother was now. He often wondered where the rest of the Band had gone off to. He had stayed loyal to the now Victory Returners, and Figaro was a member of what was now the biggest military and governmental organization in the World. He had managed to stay out of Returner involvement for the last 3½ years. He kind of wished he hadn’t, however. It was nice to know what was happening with his old friends, even though it wouldn’t be anything that interesting. Nothing was since that battle. He greatly wanted to meat with the others; he just didn’t know where they were at, though he could think of a couple of them.
He wished something would happen, something so that he could find them or make the castle submerge into the sand. There were many devices under the fortress that could make sink down secret underground tunnels. Once under there, many sets of gizmos and wheels built over the course of fifty-six years under another king would mobilize it. That was always fun to do. But that’s only for emergencies, he reminded himself unhappily. And he didn’t have enough authority, strange enough, to do the drill just for pleasure. Boredom is what really reigns around here, he thought.
“What’s wrong?” Awin asked.
He had almost forgotten that she was still there. “Oh just bored. A lot!”
“Well you could actually do some work around here,” she suggested.
“Neh, that sounds not like fun.”
She laughed at him. “You lazy king!”
“Hey, who defeated Kefka?”
She got silent at his name. Aw crap! he thought. Her family had been killed by the warlord’s Light of Judgment.
He mouthed the word “sorry”, but it failed to come out.
“Forget about it,” she said calmly. Edgar was thankful to have a forgiving wife. “Yeah you got rid of him.”
“Thank you, Awin,” he said, letting a nervous sigh.
Then he heard fast footsteps. A trooper.
“Your Majesty, your daughter’s in danger!” he said urgently.

Royal soldiers were gathered around outside of the castle. Their Majesties came through the ranks that hurried aside for them. There she was, Edwina was crouching in the sand. Edgar looked for her guard. He was also in the sand, though he wasn’t crouching. He was lying on his stomach with a stout spear halfway in his back.
“What is going on?” he asked the closest troop.
“Someone slew this man and tried to do the same to Edwina.” He looked over and saw another spear buried in the sand. Edwina was trembling with fear.
“Well someone go get her!” he demanded.
“We can’t, read this. ‘Twas attached to the spear.”
He opened up a scroll that was handed to him and read
Take not a step toward her. There are many throwers out here. We can kill any one of you in two seconds…or her!
With love of
The Asassens!
Edgar threw it aside and walked on. “Edgar, what do you think you’re doing!?” Awin yelled.
“There are not as many as he says,” he replied when he was three feet from his daughter. “If there’s anyone there with guts, try and shoot me!” he called out. Everyone waited.
When nothing happened, Edgar turned with his arms open and simply said, “See.”
Right when he said that, a spear came directly toward him. One of the soldiers made an attempt to jump in the way, but before he could, the king turned and jumped out of the way. The missile hit the sand. Now Edgar saw who had thrown it. He unsheathed his sword and pointed in his/her direction. Without being told a word, the soldiers charged with their weapons out at the attacker. As they drew near, many of the other “Assassins” jumped up in fright. They threw their spears, but fell flimsily to the ground. When the troops got too close, the now defenseless attackers turned tail and ran. Edgar sheathed his sword and picked up his little girl.
When the soldiers reported back they showed a good supply of stout spears.

“Who do you think they were?” the Chancellor asked his king. Edwina had been taken to her room by her mother.
“Probably just some psycho team with spears,” Edgar suggested. “Or maybe they were sent from another clan, you know there are many still out there who don’t want Figaro to be monarchy.”
“I doubt it. I don’t even know of any opposing clans left in Figaro. Or anywhere, at that.”
“True as that may be, we cannot rule-out this fact. There are still many other things that we could consider.”
“Like what?”
“Like old Imperial loyalists, independent organizations, or even Kefka Fanatics.”
“Please, Your Highness, I don’t even want to consider that.” Now-at-days, just about nobody wanted to think of Kefka Fanatics or anything Kefka-related. He was like an entity that crept through the souls of everybody. Hardly anyone even said his name, including the new Returners. The Band was the exceptions. They, well most of them, were not afraid of him. After all, they were who destroyed him. Edgar knew that Locke, Sabin, Shadow, and probably Setzer and Cyan were not. The others he wasn’t too sure about, especially Terra. She seemed to be the worst effected by Kefka. After the Battle, all the espers, magical beings that were a key element in the victory, said that they were taking all the magic and leaving the World for good. Terra was born of esper blood; her father was Maduin the Warrior. When they took away all the magic, all magical creatures were subdued. Since Terra was half-human, she lived, but barely. After they escaped the Tower, Terra was bed-ridden for two-and-a-half weeks. After her recovery, she left to the town Mobliz to take care of orphans, the same ones she had cared for a year before. After that, she left and made her very own house somewhere. I think Gau’s with her, too, Edgar thought.
Edgar snapped out of his train of thought. Why was he all of sudden thinking about Terra? He didn’t know. What he did know was there was somebody out there that didn’t want him or his daughter- and probably wife- to live.

Out in the forests of Figaro, the eight “Asassens” ran to their refuge. Their group leader welcomed them back.
“So everything goes according to plan,” he said after they relayed the story.
“Very good,” another one said from her chair. “In no time we’ll have the whole country in a rouse.”
The eight grunts didn’t know what the “plan” was, though they knew were getting much praise from their leaders and are well paid. Throwing spears at invisible targets then running like chased chickens was an easy enough job. They were told not to kill anyone but they thought that first soldier would be a good warning. Maybe they’d be paid a little extra.
“Well that’s all for you, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as he handed them their gold points. But when they turned around, one of their own swung a sword that killed them all.
Before they died, one of them heard his leader say,“Good work,” to their killer and the jingling of gold.

This post has been edited by Sherick on 2nd May 2004 14:51

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Chapter IV: Crisis at Figaro
Over the next two days, Figaro Castle was guarded heavily on all entrances and lookouts watched from the castle towers. Scouts were sent out to seek through the land and forests of the region for any sign of the attackers.
King Edgar paced around his room, pondering. He thought about his conversation with the Chancellor. About opposing clans and loyalists. There were many possibilities. And none were any better than the other. Except maybe one. But he wasn’t going to think of any of that. He walked out of the bedroom towards his throne room where his family was already gathered. Edwina was not aloud, nor did she want, to play outside. Awin gave him a morning kiss. “How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Hoi, I need a drink,” he answered back. The throne room servant went to get him a refreshment. He sat in his rightful seat. As he, his wife, and his daughter sat, a royal guard entered. He bowed before them, and then made his report.
“Your Majesties, the scouts we sent out are back.”
“And their report?” Edgar asked.
“Nothing. They found nothing in the forests nor anywhere else in the region. No tracks or anything. These ‘Assassins’ are very good at covering themselves.”
“Oi! Very well, Sergeant.”
He saluted then exited. This is great, Edgar thought, nothing to trace, to find out who they really are. His servant came a little after the sergeant left and brought Edgar a wine. He also brought Awin & Edwina some tea. Well, the good news is that we don’t have to worry about another assault.
As if cued by the king’s thought, the sergeant came back in and yelled, “Sir, come quick!!”
“What’s wrong?
“Those Assassins are staging a rampage!!”
Not again!!

Once again Edgar ran through the ranks to the front of the castle. He heard the unmistakable sound of steel on steel. He peered over and saw about thirty-something armor-clad men/women confronting the Figaro sentries. “Stop it!” Edgar yelled. “Stop it now!”
They all stopped and looked up at the king. “Who are you?” he asked the attackers.
“We are the Asassens!!!!” they all yelled in unison.
“So I see, but who are you?”
One in the lead answered,“A complicated answer follows. Are you ready?”
“Shoot,” he said, though was slightly upset at his own word choice.
“Assault System And Self Sentinels Enforcing Needs!”
“Come again?”
“What, never heard of an acronym?”
“You’re a clever terrorist.”
“I’m not a terrorist, nor am I a clan member, loyalist, or Fanatic.”
“Wait, how did you-?”
He took of his helmet.
“Chancellor?!?”
The Chancellor of Figaro Kingdom and Director of the Asassens smiled at his king. “I am, however, a traitor!”
“You clever ba-,” Edgar repeated.
While they had the chance, the Asassens charged and slew their foes. The guards up top yelled as their friends were slaughtered. Edgar closed his eyes. “This is a taste of what you will feel before long,” the Chancellor yelled.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you going to finish it?” Edgar stared down.
“No,” he smirked. “Just wait and see! Figaro and the rest of the world will feel the wrath!”
“Wrath of what?”
The Asassens made no reply, just casually walked down the desert. Once they were gone, the soldiers walked down to retrieve the remains of their fellow defenders. Edgar turned around to see Awin holding her daughter.
“What happened here?” she queried.
Edgar took them back inside to explain.

“I don’t get it,” Queen Awin said. “Why would he do that?”
“Gold, I’m betting,” Edgar replied.
“Well what should we do?”
He waited a few moments.
“I think I’ll call a few friends.”
PS, someone tell me if they want me to keep going or not. I've got 7 chapters right now.

This post has been edited by Sherick on 3rd May 2004 02:57

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Cooool..... Oh, and KEEP GOING. This. Is. SWEET.

Moderator Edit

Don't double post any more, and don't make useless one-word posts, as you have in at least 2 of your 5 so far. I'll delete your second post in this thread. -R51

This post has been edited by Rangers51 on 3rd May 2004 03:39

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"You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you...."

Chapter V: Reunion
In the days that followed, Edgar sent messages all around the globe. He did not know where some of the members of the Band were at, though he had some ideas. After some while, he received a carrier pigeon carrying a letter from Commander Dornim Ramah of the Victory Returners. The letter said that he should come to their new headquarters in Returned Island. So the next day, he mounted on a chochabo, the big yellow birds used for burden and transportation, and took off. The chochabo of this area were well adapted to the harsh desert land. They were the fastest creatures that could be offered.
He ran through the deserts, the flatlands, and the forests before coming up on South Figaro. On his way through, he dropped by a shoppe to pick up some provisions. He went in disguise, as he usually did when passing through public areas. Then he overheard someone, “Oh, come on now. Just pay up!”
“Please, babe, I don’t have enough money to go spending like that!”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me; just pay, for goodness sake.”
“But Cel-”
“Pay up, Locke!”
“Locke?” Edgar said. “Locke Cole?”
He looked up and saw his old friend. “Edgar?”
They met and shook hands. There were lots of “how’re you doing,” “you look good,” and stuff like that as the three had their reunion. “Well, what are you two yelling about?”
“Well Locke here won’t pay for some vittles we need,” Celes said.
“I told you, we’ll be fine,”
“Oh, don’t start that! You’ll be hungrier than Umaro AND Gau!”” Both men burst laughing.
“Oh and we got your message,” Locke said after laughing. “Sorry about…”
“Naw, don’t worry about it. Oh and I can pay for that you two, Locke.”
“Really? Thanks.”
“At least someone has some sense,” Celes chuckled.
The three left the store and just walked around for a little bit.
“So, you two are married now?”
“Yeah, two years ago,” said Locke.
“I got married, too. Four years. I’ve got a daughter now.”
“How nice, Edgar,” Celes commented.
“Well in any case, I’ve got to get to the port. I’m to meet with Dornim.”
“Really,” Locke said. “I guess we’ll go with you.”
They made their way to the port, made the fair, and went sailing.

They came up on the Returned Island about two days later. This was a remote area that was formerly the Triangle Island. Since the Battle for the World, the Returners claimed the land for their base.
As they approached the front gate, there were many guards that approached them. They wore the familiar armor that they had worn through their years of resistance, brown-and-blue with a tarnished brown helm with a visor. You’d think after all this time, Edgar thought, they could get some better uniforms.
“King Edgar?”
“Yes.”
“Commander Ramah is expecting you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The three former Returners followed their escort into the heavily guarded military base. The soldiers all looked at Edgar and his companions with the utmost respect. Almost everyone in the World did after the Fall of Kefka.
They were escorted to what seemed as the very top of the base. Up there they met Commander Ramah. He was a young man, probably as old as Locke, and was good-looking. Still not as handsome as I! Edgar thought proudly. Also in the top chamber they met someone oh-so familiar, Sir Cyan Garamond, Protector of the King of Doma. He was old man in his late fifties, early sixties. His black hair was in a style similar to Edgar’s. He had a long mustachio that was neatly trimmed but shown with the graying of age. He was an otherwise attractive man, who showed the wrinkles of growing age. Day-and-night, it seemed, he wore this silver war armor that symbolized his status in the Doman ranks and his obviously more sophisticated personality than those around him.
He was a talented swordsman who only few-- not including Edgar-- could match up to. No one was sure what he had done since then. That probably showed that he was up to nothing of any importance.
“So, what’ve you been up to, Fossil?” Locke asked.
“Try to show respect toward your elders!” Celes scowled mockingly.
“I can tell neither of thee haft changed,” grumbled Cyan.
“Oh come on! You know we’re glad to see you.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Greetings, Sir Cyan,” bowed Edgar in a formerly manner.
“At least thou have some manners. Thankith thee, Your Royal King Edgar.” They took a few moments to catch up with each other. Cyan, as it seemed had been living a peaceful life in a town in Doma, serving as a governor to the Domans.
“Well I surely haven’t heard of any bloody hooligans going around calling thyselves ‘Asassens.’” Cyan declared.
“I’m sure none of us have,” Edgar said, “but we still-“
“Sorry, guys,” Dornim interrupted. “But I just got word that Setzer’s here.”

Edgar, Locke, Celes, Cyan, and Dornim watched as the airship Falcon flew over the building and to a safe landing zone. They went to greet the captain. Setzer Gabbiani was an impressive sight. He had long silver-white hair that went down to his shoulders with a porkpie hat atop of it and wore a long mackinaw trench coat. He was also brandishing an expensive looking cane. That along with his “let chance decide” attitude made him the symbolic gambler.
“Excuse my saying so,” Cyan said, “but I think that thou looked like a bloody buffoon.”
“Show’s how much you know, old man,” Setzer sneered.
“I hate to ask what you have been doing lately,” Edgar asked, almost regrettingly.
“Well I’ve been doing what I do best: gambling, cruising, watching opera, perhaps not in that order.”
“Hope you’ve gotten past abducting the opera star,” Celes said. Six years ago he had made a habit of abducting the star of the opera, Maria, including once when Celes pretended to be Maria in order to lure Setzer.
“That’s probably the only way he can get a woman,” Locke joked.
Setzer took that offensively. “I’ll have you know I have gained and lost twelve women already.”
“All in five years!?” Locke exclaimed.
“Try per year.”
“Holy!!”
“Anyway, we didn’t come to discuss my love life, I hope.”
“No,” Dornim finally said. “So, couldn’t get Mog & Umaro?”
“Naw, they decided to stay behind in Narshe.”
“What haft they been doing?” Cyan asked.
“They’ve gotten together and are trying to rebuild Narshe. People have started to follow. I don’t know if Moogles are good at being persuasive, but I know for a fact that a sasquash is!”
“Well I can see the Falcon’s in good shape,” said Locke, who had walked up to the side of the airship. Setzer raced to his vessel and swung his cane, almost hitting his friend’s hand. “Don’t TOUCH!! I just got a new coat put on ‘er.”
“How much would that have cost?” Edgar queried.
“My ninth girl this year.” Setzer answered. “Shame, I really thought we were gonna make it.”
“If I had a gold point for every time I heard that,” Celes said quietly.
“Hm, hm,” Dornim interrupted finally. “But I think we should to more important matters.”
“Yeah,” Edgar, Locke, and Celes said at once.

When got back into the building, Terra, Gau, and Relm had already arrived. Once again, there were warm welcomes. “Good heavens, thy’ve grown!” Cyan exclaimed toward Realm, who blushed.
“And look at you, boy.”
“Thank you. Edgar right?” Gau replied. Had it been that long? the king thought. He doesn’t even remember me. They were all amazed at Gau. When they had met him, he was walking on all fours, talking like a Neanderthal, dirty all over, and uneducated. Now he was standing tall, obviously better educated, neatly groomed and surprisingly handsome. To respect the Returners, he wore a cap with a nice feather protruding from it and wore his only shoes.
“Sorry about your grandfather, Relm,” Locke said. “I think we all miss Strago.”
“Me, too,” the girl said.
“So, where’ve you been staying, Terra?” Dornim asked.
“Oh, just outside the Narshe area,” she said.
“Narshe?” Setzer asked. “If I’d known, I would have picked you up when I dropped by Mog and Umaro.”
“That’s alright. It’s so good to see you all again.”
“Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” Setzer said under his breath.
A few minutes later, a cook came in pushing a trolley. The Band dug into the scrumptious foods. After letting them eat until he was sure they were full, Dornim called for attention, “Now if we’re all ready, I think it would be a good time to start and di-”
Then there was a loud bang as they all looked to the entrance. Sabin Figaro entered the room casually.
“Sabin!” his brother called.
“Oh I give up!” the chieftain yelled.
“What kept you?” Edgar asked
“I was in the mountains when the message came. Just saw it a little ago.”
“Art thou still playing in yon hills?”
“’Ey, how are you doing, old ‘un?”
“I’d prefer Sir Cyan, if ye please.” Sabin and Cyan were friends from a while back when Sabin enlisted the older one in the Returners. That happened when Cyan’s family was murdered by Kefka when he poisoned their water supply. Sabin comforted him and guaranteed him a shot at revenge against the crazed general, which he got. Sabin wasted no time digging into the food. He sure ate a lot. It reminded Cyan of how he ate on the Phantom Train six years ago; of course then they thought it might be their last meal ever! At least Umaro isn’t here, Dornim found himself thinking, he’d eat out the whole isle!
“Anyone know how Shadow’s doing?” Edgar asked. The whole reunion fell silent. Edgar felt all eyes on him.
His brother shuffled forward.
“Uh, Ed,” he said chokingly. “Clyde’s dead.” The king looked into his brother’s watered eyes disbelievingly. “No,” he said. “No, he can’t die. How can Shadow die? It’s…it’s impossible.”
“I concur,” Cyan said. “Clyde is not dead. I know!”
“How?” Dornim asked.
“Because I saw him.” There was a murmur throughout the group.
“Saw ‘im, did you?” Setzer sneered.
“Yes” Cyan simply said. “I saw him. And Master Clyde was alive and well, I might add.”
Setzer just stared in his disbelief.
“Uh,” Dornim cut in, “sorry to interrupt, but shouldn’t we start discussing the Asassens like we came here to do?”
“That’s right,” Edgar put in, glad for a change in subject. Though in someways not.
“Well, as my message stated, there is some warrior group who have given us right to believe that they are going to assault possibly the Returners sometime soon.”
“And we have reports of guerrilla groups all around the world that perfectly match King Edgar’s description,” Dornim added.
“Aye,” Setzer said, still eying Cyan. “I’ve seen ‘em, too. Raiding the coasts off the Jidoor area.”
“So,” Locke spoke up, “what’re we going to do?”
Dornim sighed, “Nothing,” he said reluctantly. “There’s nothing we can do for now.”
“But we could search…” Edgar suggested in almost disbelief.
“Search what?” he countered. “They cover themselves, very nicely I might add.”
Edgar gazed up. Yes he already knew that, but there had to be something to do.
“Here,” Dornim said, “we can increase police forces and keep our men on look-out, but that’s it Edgar. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” the other said, “me, too.”

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

This is really good. Too bad about Strago though... :*(

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"You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you...."

Now for the part you've all been waiting for:
Chapter VI: Asassen Secrets

“Dammit!” Edgar yelled in the guestroom.
“Hey calm down, brother,” Sabin said. “You heard Dornim, there’s nothing more to do.” Sabin could tell his brother wasn’t going to be satisfied. “For now, just let go.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he conceded. “Well you seem to have matured, Sabin.” he commented, “imagine, you are trying to talk sense into me!” Sabin snorted. Yes, he had been a little “immature” a few years ago. Like when the twins fond their father had died and flipped a coin. Or on Mt. Koltz. Or on the River Lete.
All those years didn’t seem so long ago anymore. “Perhaps it was the death of Duncan,” he said aloud.
Edgar’s emotion turned from cooling anger to a sad disbelief. “Ol’ Master Duncan? Dead?”
“You didn’t know? Oh sorry. Duncan died a few months ago. Old age, I think.”
“But he was in perfect shape, more than perfect.”
“Yeah,” Sabin agreed, “but he was about eighty-two years old.”
Edgar had probably only seen Duncan once. Yes he was in great shape then, very big, tall, and a big build. When he had taught Sabin the Bum Rush, he moved fast, swift, and strong so Sabin could barely keep up with him. And now he was gone, so Sabin was the Master. It was a sort of eerie feeling.
“Well at any rate, sleep will help get our minds off of everything.” Hopefully, he thought.


The next morning, Dornim looked out his high room window at the Falcon. The ship of legends. Or at least for the past five years. He was seeing in person. Last night he hadn’t paid too much attention to her, but now he realized the overall importance of the airship. “Interesting,” he murmured.
A knock came from his door. “Come in.”
A Returner came in. “Commander, we have urgent news. It concerns those Asassens!”
Dornim hurried to put on his commander’s armor. “Notify the others, ‘specially Edgar.”
“He’s already here,” the king said from outside the doorway.

The Band was already assembling when Dornim got to the war room. “News?” he asked.
“Spies have told us of an outpost in Maranda area,” a colonel replied. “Asassen written all over it.”
“Literally,” Edgar added. “Supposedly ‘Asassen’ is in big red letter son the side.”
“Seems too obvious.”
“That’s why we’re going to investigate, not attack,” Edgar said.
Dornim looked at him with wide eyes. “What?!”
“He devised it before you awoke, Sir,” the colonel explained.
“I’m taking a small team to take a look in Maranda,” Edgar said.
Dornim opened his mouth to disapprove, but the look in the older’s eyes made him close it.
“Well I have one command,” he said instead. “I’m coming too.” Dornim smiled.
Edgar smiled back. “Your Majesty,” Edgar turned to see Cyan, “thy team is ready.”
Behind Cyan were Terra, Locke, Sabin, and Gau. He smiled again. “Where’s Setzer?”
“Hey, we don’t all have to come along,” he was sitting at a table with his feet comfortably up.
Edgar nodded to him. “See you in a day or two then.”

They set on a boat, probably the only time they’d been together like this in four and a half years. Still felt empty, though, without Shadow, Mog, Umaro, Setzer, or even Strago there.
They arrived at Maranda port. They wasted no time finding the spy. “You’re the one who sent the pigeon?”
“Yes,” he answered his commander.
“Which way?” he asked.
“I’ll show ye,” the spy said as he exited the town.
It was obvious. A large fort in the Maranda desert, though far from a town, where the sandstorms usually brewed. Good place for an outpost. Sure enough, the word “Asassens” was written on the side of the fort.
“Like I said,” whispered Dornim, “too obvious.”
They looked into the fort. There were many Asassens walking about doing their jobs. They wore the same armor they wore when attacking Figaro, Edgar noticed. Heavy enough to cover their identity with a red poncho with a formal V on it. V? Edgar thought. Victory possibly? Vengeance? Didn’t matter. Whatever it stood for, it wouldn’t matter, not for long. Vengeance was on Edgar’s mind. “Let’s go,” he whispered. They lurked through the fort silently. As long as they weren’t spotted, they were fine. Though that was easier said than done. Edgar sighted a door that led into a small hut-like place. He signaled for the others to stay while he snuck to it. He opened the door without a sound, or at least non that could be heard over the other sounds of the fort. He walked in. It appeared to be the office/living quarters for a high-ranking officer. Edgar walked over to a desk where a folder lay. He read the papers.
May 1, 5 AFK
Director MacKigg has instructed that the guerrilla attacks on Figaro cease and start on the lands of Doma. These threads of raids will continue until the Leader (the name is kept confidential should this message reach outside hands) calls off for more reasons which are kept confidential.
Edgar stopped and put down the paper. Ex-Chancellor MacKigg was working for an even higher power? And one that was being kept secret. Interesting… Just then he heard the sounds of scurrying footsteps. Then, they stopped. Then shrrriiiing, gasp, more shrrriiiing. Then… Clangclangclangclang!
Locke saw it before the others. Eight Asassens walked up to their hiding place and stopped. They know we’re here, he thought. They drew there swords. Celes, caught by surprised, gasped. Locke, Cyan, and Celes drew there blades. They attacked. Steel against steel. The Asassens were much bigger and stronger than Locke or Celes, but the older man used his great swordsman experience to push them off. Sabin and Gau joined in and, though unarmed, did they’re share of damage. Shrriing! Locke looked over to the small hut. Edgar had drawn his sword and was charging them. More Asassens came from the fort. Dornim joined in with his claymore. Locke looked behind him. Terra was standing in front of Relm who hadn’t expected a skirmish to break out. The defenders started to swarm out. “Dornim, Locke,” Edgar yelled, “we have to get out of here. There’s too many of them.”
“How?” Locke countered. “We’re surrounded. Even back at Maranda there aren’t but a small ships worth of Returners.” He looked around. After Kafka’s Tower, how could they go down like this? In a small guerrilla union outpost, fighting for their lives. No! he thought. It’s impossible. At least they all got to see each other, once more. Then, as if a blessing from the skies, the forces stopped. They turned to a new target if only he could get a look of whom…. Oh my!!

Shadow!?
Shadow, in his black ninja gi, was standing in the middle of the heavily armored Asassens, swinging his two blades like a windmill. He caught Terra’s eye. “Run!!” he yelled. She opened her mouth to say something, but she could barely croak. She looked out the corner of her eye to see Relm, Shadow’s daughter Relm, starring at her father in amazement. “Run,” Terra said shortly. “Run!” she yelled to the rest of the party. While all the defenders were preoccupied with Shadow, the small party took their chance and ran out of the fort. The spy was behind a rock and motioned for Dornim and the others.
“Get me a spyglass,” he ordered. The other handed him one, though it wasn’t necessary. They could see clear in the fort if they looked the right way. Though no longer did Terra see Shadow whirling his swords around. She saw didn’t see him at all. Instead she saw all the Asassens standing above a pinned figure on the ground. About five minutes later, Shadow was captured and strapped onto a pillar. Terra had the urge to get up and help him, though she knew it would be useless. They waited… waited.

Locke, Edgar, Sabin, Terra, and Dornim crept closer to the fort. They could see clear inside. The Asassens knelt to one knee. They heard footsteps. They looked up; though the figure was out of there view. He came into their view, though it wasn’t Director MacKigg. An obviously younger man, wearing the same poncho as the rest. He had short-cut shimmering blonde hair. Terra got a good look at his eyes. The eyes, the face… there was something familiar about him, she just didn’t know what. In front of where Shadow was strapped, about thirty feet away, was a large something cloaked by a sheet. The young man walked up to it. “Mister Shadow,” he said with an eerie voice that didn’t quite match his age. “The mercenary assassin. Yes, my father wrote about you in his booklet. Now I get the pleasure of meeting you.”
“Just get on with it,” Shadow said moodily. “If you’re going to kill, just kill me!”
The other smirked. “But I haven’t introduced myself. I am Vulkrum, leader of the Asassens.”
Vulkrum. The V’s. “Now, as for your request…” he reached over and removed the sheet. Terra could barely hold herself from gasping. It appeared to be a huge laser cannon, similar to the Magitek ones. But that couldn’t be it. Magic no more, Magitek doesn’t exist. “This,” Vulkrum continued, “is a laser cannon. Though incapable of using the fuels from years past, we’ve created it using steam engines and different forms of machinery.”
Terra looked at the laser cannon, its silver barrel pointed at a slant toward the pillar, a thin pipe coming form the top nearer the control panel. Vulkrum smirked. “Shall we test it?”
As he walked to the control panel, Shadow maid a quick move. He wriggled his right arm free of its restraints and pulled out a dirk that was hidden in his gi and threw it at Vulkrum. But it went right past him… and hit the cannon square in the panel. Terra expected lightning and sparks, though nothing happened.
Vulkrum casually pulled out the dirk. He then turned and swiftly threw it back at Shadow. It hit his free right arm, catching the side of his forearm and pinning his gi to the pillar. His blood dripped to the floor. Terra had never seen Shadow bleed. Or at least had never noticed it before. Vulkrum messed with the panel for a few seconds. Then it started making sounds, sounds of machinery, sounds of steam, sounds that reminded her of the Mines of Narshe. Steam streamed from the pipe. The barrel heated up. Terra could feel the heat from where she stood. The younger man grinned once more, “Tah-tah!” and pulled the lever.
A yellow-red beam shot from the barrel and shimmed to the pillar. They watched helplessly as Shadow, mercenary, assassin, bounty hunter, friend, and father, disintegrated on the stone pillar.
After the light faded, the pillar lay in crumbles, and Shadow’s corpse was barely recognizable beneath it.
Terra started to scream, but Locke clamped a hand over her mouth and pulled her back from the fort.

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Quote (Sherick @ 5th May 2004 17:08)

They set on a boat, probably the only time they’d been together like this in four and a half years. Still felt empty, though, without Shadow, Mog, Umaro, or Setzer there.

Dont forget Strago wasnt there either.

But other than that I like it.

This post has been edited by Phunbaba on 20th May 2004 02:42

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m!--QuoteEBegin-->Dont f+rget Stcago wasnt there either

Thank you for pionting that out. Fixed

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

This is good, it sort of reminded a bit of a fanfic I did on FFVI (Closed, ran out of ideas), because it took place a few years after Kefka was defeated.

Alright, here's another cool piece. (Forgive me if the emotional parts sound shitty. I can think it up, but I'm bad at writing it)
Chapter VII: Assassin’s secrets
“No!” Setzer said after he heard the news. He looked at Locke and Celes. They had tearing eyes. As did, Locke noticed, Setzer.

Sabin was in a fury frenzy at the time. He grunted, yelled, and most of all sobbed.
“Sabin, calm down!” Edgar ordered choking. But it wouldn’t help. Sabin had been the one to find him and bring him to join the Returners. He had the closest relationship of any kind with Shadow, even more than his own daughter. Before he had left to go on his own adventure, Shadow had left a note for them stating he was Clyde Arrowney from Thama, father to Relm—no relation to Strago Magus. All else was unknown. “But… err, oh dammit Edgar!” Sabin couldn’t find the words to express himself. Edgar looked down at his twin brother. “Sabin.” They sat down on Sabin’s bed.
“There was just so much we didn’t know about him,” Sabin said through a lumped throat.
“Well then let’s start with what we do know. He was born Clyde Arrowney and is the father of our dear Relm…”

Meanwhile, Relm and Terra were comforting each other. Relm was bawling, Terra was doing her best not to. Terra sympathized greatly for Relm. The girl had known who her father was for only about 4 ¼ years now. She had lost her grandfather, her mother, and now her father. As if reading her thoughts, Relm looked up and said, “It’s all right, Terra. I’ve still got you and Gau. And now I’ve got Locke, and Celes, and Edgar, and everyone.”
Terra smiled at her positivism. She knew if something like this had happened to her (while she was old enough that is) she wouldn’t be as calm. Of course, Relm only barely knew Shadow anyway. Funny thing was it was Shadow’s dog Interceptor that had gotten the two together. Interceptor she thought, someone has to take care of him. But could anyone do it? How devastated is the dog? Supposedly, dogs could sense things like their master dieing before anyone else, Terra had read once. Relm could control him, but was that enough? Shadow…

Dornim gave them all a night of sleep to calm down. Not that he wasn’t saddened by the death of Shadow; he just hadn’t known him much except from when he was still with the Returners. The others, however, had made quite a compatibility with him. Especially Sabin. Dornim wondered how he was taking it. He walked into the war room to see that Cyan was already there. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Nay,” the other said, “I always get up this early.” Dornim looked up at a clock: 6:23 am.
“How is everyone?” Dornim asked.
“Oh, they are pulling through. Others aren’t taking it as well as some.”
“Like you?”
Cyan nodded. “Aye, like me. I’m sure Sabin does not take it well either. And young Miss Relm and Terra, I heard them crying last night.”
Cyan looked away. Exactly as Dornim had thought. “Well, I thought you would all need the rest.”
“I can tell thou got none at all,” Cyan observed. Dornim nodded.
“A little too much work.”
“Ye might be a little too young to lead such a group.”
“I’ve thought that before, too.”
“Then why not give command to someone else?”
“Because of my father an-“
“Oh, thy father,” Cyan cut him off. “If ye do not want the said responsibility, ye don’t have to have it. I know thy father, old Bannon, would want that. Well, if he were here now he would not want his only son to be in such a dilemma over his heritage. Oh and,” he leaned closer. “I really have no right to call Bannon ‘old.’ Between ye and me, I am several years older than he.” Dornim laughed. True though, Bannon was only about fifty-years-old when he died. Cyan was 56.
“Alright then,” the younger man said, “I, Dornim Ramah, hand over complete control of the Victory Returners to a Sir Cyan Garamonde of Doma.”
Cyan looked shocked. “Me, Commander?”
“No,” he said, “you commander, me Lt. Colonel.”
He was awestruck. “How am I supposed to lead all this?”
“Easy, you’re a great leader. You were at Doma,” Dornim reminded him.
“Well yes, but…” Cyan had never had total command over something this big. He served as a ranking officer for the Doman Knights, and a governor… but the Returners, as big as they were now.
“But what about King Edgar?” Cyan asked. “He’s more fit, he lead the Returners before.”
“He has too much to worry about. He rules an entire kingdom, a big one, and has a family now. It would too hard to juggle all these responsibilities around.”
Cyan couldn’t argue that. He had virtually no one to care to, and his governor status was only out of respect for his time with the knights. He let out a reluctant sigh.
“Ye win, young sire. I, Cyan Garamonde, hereby accept command of the Victory Returners.”
There were applause from all around the war room as the Returners recognized their new leader. Cyan smiled. Above all, he heard one that sounded tougher. Dornim and he looked over to see Sabin standing in the doorway. “Good going, old one,” he congratulated. “Now, I think we should get down to business.”

Cyan stood tall in his new commander’s armor at the front of the war room. Edgar, Locke, Celes, and Setzer had just entered. He wondered where Terra was. Probably with Relm and Gau. Once all the officers were assembled, he started. “Greetings all. I am Commander Cyan Garamonde, thy new leader.” He winked down at Dornim. “I am to discuss the well-known enemy with thee.” He showed a well-drawn picture of a normal Asassen grunt. “These Asassens are very well skilled as it would seem. And their armor is also grand. As ye all can see, this armor seems near impenetrable. To be blunt, it is, though it is not invulnerable. Simple crevices here and here,” he pointed to the neck and joint sections, “are easy enough to break through. Seems hard, though isn’t. By research, the armor is made of a week metal most likely scavenged from others. The said armor is mainly to intimidate.” He went on about their guerrilla tactics and war plans against them.
Afterwards, Sabin met up with him. “Good job for your first time, Cyan.”
“Thank ye, Sabin. Is there something on thou mind?”
“Yeah. It’s Shadow.” Edgar looked over at them.
“What about Shadow?” Cyan asked.
“Well, before the meeting began the other day, you said you saw him, when we all thought he was dead. What did he say?”
Cyan took a deep breath. “Ye may all want to hear this.”

So Cyan gathered the whole Band and told his tale. “Master Clyde came to my house in Doma,” he told them, “I was awestruck, I thought he was dead. I invited him in though he refused. Instead I gave him some tea out through my window. He told me everything.” He paused.
“He said for me to give his apologies to his daughter, Miss Relm. And to give her this,” Cyan reached into his undergarments and pulled out a golden band on a chain. A Memento Ring. He put it around Relm’s small neck. “Of course, I didn’t know when I would see thee again, but I didn’t tell him that, he seemed in good spirit at the time.” The room was silent still.
“Then,” he went on, “Clyde told me that, for the last five-or-so years, he was traveling around the world, searching for his lost friend. Baram, I believe it was. Anyway, he haft tell me if he was getting close. He told me this though, that he loved his daughter very much, even though he never really knew her. He…,” Cyan broke off. “He was hoping to get the chance after he was done searching,” tears trickled down Cyan’s old face. Just the memory of that day and when he saw Shadow die made him cry. Relm sobbed into Terra’s shoulder, who was in turn crying. Then Sabin, Edgar, Locke, even Setzer shed a tear. Celes and Gau seemed to be the only ones without as much sorrow for their dead companion. And Dornim just felt out of place in the assortment of friends. He felt no real emotion because he never had one in the first place.
“Anyway,” Cyan choked, “I thought ye all should know that.” He and Setzer left while Edgar, Sabin, Locke, and Celes stayed behind in the others’ chamber.

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Last one for a while(you'll like this one!):
Chapter VIII: Terra’s Dream and the Unusual Alliance
That night, Terra had a rough time sleeping. When she finally did get to sleep, she dreamed. It started off like normal, Kefka standing on his pillar, laughing. But this time, she saw him die! He disintegrated into ashes. The mood was better. She remembered the day they had won, the Fall of Kefka. But then she saw something strange. A house, a mansion really, out not too far from the Tower. The ashes, those unsacred ashes of Kefka, fell in front of it… and regenerated!
He sat up and crawled to the doorway where a woman opened it and lead him inside. She pampered him, though Terra couldn’t make out what she said. Finally Kefka spoke, “Where…where is he? Where is he, Mavi?!” Mavi lead him to a room. “Kefka, his name is—“
“I don’t care,” he snarled.
He went into the room and looked at the bed. On it slept a boy. The age was unknown, even to Kefka, who looked down at the boy he had ignored for all these years. Kefka brandished something. Magicite. But not just magicite, the magicite. The one Kefka had formed from the countless magicite he obtained. Weird, it didn’t have any feel, any power to it. He gave it to the sleeping boy. Then he turned. “I need healing! I need a new outfit. I have someone to meet!”

In the middle of a thunderstorm, two beings stood opposite from each other on protruding rock formations, one was Kefka. The other, barely illuminated by the lightning, stood in cloak. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite transvestite,” he said. “How may I serve you?”
“You told me to come after I felt the bitterness of defeat. I am here.”
“So you are. I wasn’t sure if you’d come. You might go after your defeaters.”
“You know,” Kefka said bitterly, “the worst part is watching them celebrate, while you stand by feebly.”
“Oh yes. I know. Tell me this, why so early? I ruled for countless years, Gesthal for decades, you for a year. HA!”
Kefka growled.
“No hard-feelings, Kef. And that,” he said sharply, “is coming from me of all people!”
“I should’ve killed you those two times. And I will now.”
“Tch-tch. Kefka, Kefka. Do you really think you can defeat me without magic?”
“What? What do you mean? Tell me!”
“After you and the Goddesses ‘died,’ the espers brought it on themselves to take all the magic and leave the world. Forever!”
“NO!” Kefka yelled in stunned disbelief. “You lie! I-I…!!”
The other laughed amusingly. “You still want to fight?”
Kefka made no answer; instead he pulled out a bident and jumped at the other. He was ready. He pulled out a broadsword and did the same. The two stayed in the air for the longest time slashing and blocking at each other in a surreal motion. They landed on smaller rock formations. Kefka charged again. This time, the other held out his hand and sent and yellow streak of lightning at the warlord. Kefka, landing back on his formation, hissed, “You lied! You said magic was no more! That was clearly Bolt!”
The other chuckled. “Magic is gone, but who said that was magic?” He shot an unfamiliar blue jet at Kefka who wasn’t quick enough to dodge. They both landed on the ground. Kefka, wasting no time, threw the bident. The opponent used his ability to stop the bident and send it back. Both of the spear-prongs hit Kefka square in the chest. He fell, but didn’t die. The other walked up to him and impaled his broadsword next to the bident. More beings in cloaks circled Kefka. They chanted something in another language. Then, Kefka burst into flames.
“Hmph,” the victorious being snorted. “Now you shall burn to ashes, and them to ashes, et cetera. And let those ashes forever be damned!” Kefka screamed as he burned to ashes….

Terra awoke screaming as well. Relm bolted around, a frightened look on her face.


Meanwhile, many, many miles away in the Returner town of Jidoor, the Returners stationed there were under attack… by Asassens! They tried their best, but they were overwhelmed and it was too dark out to take out the shadowy attackers. The forests surrounding the city gave the Asassens perfect cover in the darkness. “Fall out!” the colonel yelled to his men. “It’s no use, head for the port!”
They did as instructed. Grabbing provisions and equipment they ran to the vessel waiting at the port. The Asassens gave their victory cries as the Returners started getting ready to leave. Yeah, live it up, the colonel thought. Just wait; you’ll meet your ends! But when they got to the ship, rather than yielding and celebrating, the invaders continued their progress toward the city.
The Returners were already to go back to the Returned Island. “Let’s go!” the engineer yelled.
But as they got ready to sail, dark beings crept onto the other side of the boat. Caught in a sandwich, the Returners kept fighting, but to no avail. The Asassens on one side and the growing number of beings from under the water surrounded and slew them. The colonel let a carrier pigeon with a note fly of in the distance, before he himself was killed.
Now the Asassens and the other beings were approaching each other. The others were black-scaled-skinned and had bloodshot eyes. One of them stepped up. “Who is in charge here?” he demanded.
“I am,” Director MacKigg walked to them.
“No, I am!” They all turned. Vulkrum was standing at the top of the hill.
“Sir,” MacKigg bowed, “I wasn’t expecting you, that was a relatively long trip.” The younger man shooed the older off. The reptilian creatures moved in an escort position. Another one, shrouded in cloak and taller than the rest, walked through their gap. “You, boy?” he asked.
“Yes, may I ask who you are?”
“Utam Duvaluu za Vector. Or Vector, if you prefer. And these are my minions; we are Aquadalins, an amphibious race. And you?”
“Vulkrum, commander of the Asassens: Assault System And Self Sentinels Enforcing Needs.”
“Nice to meet your acquaintance.” Vector extended his hand. “I helped you exterminate those pests; I think some gratitude is in order.”
“No funny business,” MacKigg warned. “There are groups of crossbowman who will pump you full of arrows if you do anything!”
Vulkrum wearily shook the other’s hand. Vector grabbed Vulkrum’s arm and pulled him close.
“Let me see,” he said, looking into the young man’s eyes. “That’s very interesting.”
MacKigg ran up to grab Vector, but he was grabbed around the neck and threw him forward… into the wall of arrows fired by the crossbows, accidentally killing their Director. “Once more,” Vector warned, still looking at Vulkrum, “and it will be your young leader here.” They remained in a ready position but lowered their crossbows slightly.
“What do you want?” Vulkrum asked.
“Truce,” Vector answered simply. “We could merge our two groups and head to do something great, something to topple the Returners, something…”
“You’ve an idea?”
“Only my life’s dream, Vulkrum,” he said dreamily. “We go find the island.”
“Island?”
Vector smiled twisted. “The island that was lost. We have located it but cannot reach it. You see, underwater there are natural barriers which we cannot cross. With land dwellers’ help, however…”
“You need our ships?”
“Yes. Imagine, the lost Imperial Island, all ours! I can rule once again, and you, m’boy, can command by me! So, do we have accord?”
Vulkrum considered this. He then smirked his own to show he was not intimidated. “Alright, I’ll help you, Lord Vector.”
They gripped each other’s arms in alliance. The two groups joined together.

Terra was hysterical. She was in bed with the Band gathered around. She had just told them her dream. “Terra,” Edgar said soothingly, “it was only a dream. Kefka died, we saw him.”
“No, it wasn’t just a dream,” she persisted. “It was like a vision.”
“But Kefka had no family.”
“We don’t know that,” Locke put in.
“No, he didn’t,” Celes said. “I worked with him, he—”
She cut of. “What?” her husband asked.
“He did,” she said quietly. “A concubine at least. Gestahl gave him a selection; they were close friends at the time. Terra, what was her name?”
“Uh, Mauvi,” she answered.
“Mauvi,” Celes thought for a moment. “Sounds familiar, but I can’t quite…”
“Well,” Edgar continued, “it’s very, VERY unlikely that he regenerated, Terra.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve seen some weird stuff before.”
“Very true,” he conceded.
“And Kefka was very powerful, not to mention unpredictable, so who knows.”
“Also true.”
“But someone who could still use magic?” Sabin put in. “Come on, Terra, even you can’t use magic with out the espers…” he knew that was the wrong thing to say before Edgar punched his side.
She didn’t seem to pay much attention. “But that guy said he wasn’t using magic. At least not like the espers’.”
“But that’s crazy,” Edgar persisted. “There is no other kind of magic in the world. That would be insane. It’s just…”
“That’s it!” Celes blurted out. “I just remembered. Mauvi was one of the Emperor’s wives. He must have given her to Kefka, I never her saw her much anyway.”
“Well,” Terra said, “I couldn’t have just dreamed that, I don’t even know who Mauvi is to begin with, there’s something odd going on.”
No one could argue that point. If Terra didn’t even know Mauvi’s name, how could she let alone guess she was Kefka’s wife?
“Well, either way, it is a little insane,” Edgar went on, “considering we did kill him.”
“That’s what I thought, Edgar,” she said a little sharply, “but that’s what I saw. And I think it means something; something bad.”
“Aye,” Cyan said.
No more needed to be said. Just then, a soldier ran through the door. “Commander Garamonde!” he yelled. It took a few seconds to notice he had just ran in on a personal gathering. “Oh, er, sorry. Er- am I interrupting anything?”
“Nay,” Cyan said. “We were just finished.”
“Well, we just received a carrier pigeon from the station at Jidoor.”
“And?”
“And, well…”



Vulkrum and Vector with all there crews sailed on huge vessels, stolen form smugglers, sailors, Returners, and anyone else who got that close. Vulkrum manned the flagship while Vector stood at the helm, awaiting the appearance of the mysterious island. Vulkrum stared at Vector. The eeriness of the amphibian race still grasped him. But he wouldn’t show intimidation of any kind toward the older one. That was showing him sign of weakness, which he had none of.
“How much farther, old one?” he called out across the ship.
Vector ignored the age comment. “Not much, kid.”
“You said that a couple hours ago.”
“Well, we’re closer now, I’ll say that.”
Vulkrum rolled his eyes, but continued to control the wheel. He was very good at sailing now. After these years, it seemed, of attacking guerrilla style then running to the closet encampment and most of times stealing a vessel to go across the seas to safety, it was hard not to be. He was also a great swordsman and overall warrior. He could defeat any of the much older Asassens in combat with ease, which was why the young man was in their lead. Things such as the laser cannon were created by the small amount of inventers—or “scientists” as they liked to be called—that the organization had to offer.
He looked around. This large band of Aquadalins was wiry and muscular, probably good fighter in either armed or unarmed combat. And there were even more swimming under the ships. At the speed Vector had insisted on going, it was a wonder they could keep up like that. And they could breathe underwater, a nice trait. They would be great as allies, but better as servants. But Vector…
“Okay, slow,” he called, breaking Vulkrum’s train of thought. “We’re coming up on the barrier.”
He looked up ahead. A gathering of rock was indeed blocking anyway of crossing underwater, but the real barrier was a haze like clouds on the other side. “Vector! We can’t possibly—”
“Get through the fog,” he finished. “Oh yes there is. Just take us through.”
Vulkrum, almost reluctantly, took the boat into the haze. He immediately became blinded by the close-up fog. Like a sheet of smoke it clogged up his vision. He couldn’t see six feet from him.
“Is it always like this?”
“Oh yes,” he heard Vector’s voice call back. “Always. Like a curse.”
“Then how can we possibly get across?”
“Just keep manning best you can,” was what he received. “Another two hours about. Maybe one if we’re quick.”

As Vector said, it was an hour and a half later that the fog cleared. Vulkrum let a sigh of relief.
“Almost, my friend,” Vector said.
He looked up ahead. An island was forming over the water. As they got closer, Vulkrum made out a large structure over it. About a mile away. Half a mile. Quarter mile. The flagship’s helm hit the land. The structure was a large yet ruined temple like palace, with what used to be a city around it.
Vector jumped of the boat. “Vulkrum, m’boy,” he said proudly as he smiled likewise, “welcome
to Vector!”


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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

*drools* This is great!

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Uwao. aooh! I'm Gau!
I'm your friend!
Let's travel together!

Yeah but too bad Kefka died, ( maybe he didnt but I think he did)

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Yeah but too bad Kefka died, ( maybe he didnt but I think he did)

What do you mean?

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

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Kefka screamed as he burned to ashes….

I was sad that Kefka burned to ashes, and wished he would still be alive.

No, he's pretty dead. I don't know though, I haven't finished.


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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

I have done it!
Chapter IX: Vector
After hearing the news about the invasion in Jidoor, the Returners were paying close attention to smaller things, like Terra’s dream about Kefka. And the Band were all taking her seriously now, at least a little.
“Terra,” Cyan said to her, “do ye remember where Kefka’s house was?”
“Yes, it was relatively close to the Tower.”
“But Terra,” Locke said, “we flew all around the Tower before, we would have noticed a mansion in the middle of nowhere.”
“Well, maybe he put a spell on it,” she said. “You know, to make it invisible, so no one would know.”
“Makes sense,” he conceded.
“Well, we could go look,” Cyan suggested. “To see if yon mansion even exists.”
“Yeah, that would be even more proof.”
Edgar came to where the three were talking. “What’s going on?”
“We’re going to see if Kefka’s house is where I think it is,” Terra answered.
“Reasonable,” Edgar said, with less reluctance than they would have expected. “It’d be the best course to see if the dream was real or not.”
“It’s a fair ways away,” Locke said. “How’d do we get there?” Over the years the area that used to be Kefka’s Tower had been overrun by monsters, no one else wanting to live in the accursed lands of the madman.
Then, as if cued, Setzer joined them. “What’s up? Uh, why is everyone looking at me?” he asked when they stared at him. Then they looked at each other and grinned.

The Falcon was the same as it had been five years ago. Like a large boat with one large hot-air balloon to keep it airborne, had six large propellers on the sides to do the same, and two bigger ones in the back to make it go forward. A huge wooden deck with rails all around and a slot machine for a control system, and under it was the “casino.”
An assortment of blackjack, poker, and craps tables lined the ship. Several different rooms used over the years with the Returners for quarters also, along with a master engine room. This airship had once belonged to Daryll, Setzer’s close friend and lover. She and Setzer had created the first known airships, Falcon and Blackjack, and were also both well-known and very lucky gamblers, hence the “casino.”
Celes could remember when they first met Setzer, six years ago. He was going to gamble the Blackjack’s assistance for matrimony to Celes. She had won by using Sabin’s Figaro Brothers coin with two heads to win the coin toss. Rather than being mad, Setzer had just smirked and made some crack about losing the ability to gamble. Sounded cheesy at the time, but now she understood what he had meant.
It felt comfortable to be back in the airship. “Welcome aboard,” Setzer said when they had all mad themselves at home. “Just like old times, eh.”
He then headed up to the deck. They heard the engines pop on and the propellers twirl. Celes got goosebumps of excitement from the thought of flying again. She felt the ship lifted off the ground, and then pushed forward. The feel of flight was exhilarating, something Celes had not experienced for a while. Though the treasure hunts with Locke had their fun, nothing beet flying in the familiar airship.
He noticed Sabin, Edgar, and her dear husband at a card table, setting up for a game of what seemed poker. She walked over. “Okay,” Edgar said, “let’s have a little fun, shall we?”
Sabin shuffled some cards. “Okay, let’s. What do we bet?”
“How about 300 gold to start?” Locke suggested. Celes thought about that. Three hundred was a lot for what the two had right now, even though the Figaros probably could let that much slip. Locke looked up. “Hey, doll. I’m going to get us some big money.” He winked.
She nodded understandably. She then walked behind Edgar.

As the game went on, the brothers got weary of Celes and Locke cheating method. Celes would look at Edgar’s hand; Locke would quickly look to her, she signaled with her head, then used the right methods to win the game. They had now won 2600 GP in this game.
Before they could raise steaks and become filthy rich, Setzer yelled down the entryway, “Get ready, we’re approaching the Hell Hole. I’m about to land.”
The three put the playing cards away and got up. Celes hugged Locke as she looked at the gold points on his side of the table. “Locke, I really love you.”
Locke laughed.
Upon leaving they looked out to the so-called “Hell Hole.” A barren area that had once been the site of Kefka’s Tower. Ruins of the unholy fortress were barely visible through the clouds of dust and debris that had never ceased flying for five years. The scarred lands were filled with monster nests—the only beings that dare get so close to the tower. The land was deformed, seemingly impossible to establish a home the size of what Terra had described.
Celes covered her eyes from the debris in the air, as did everyone else.
“Let’s look around,” Setzer yelled. The house must have obviously been impossible to see from the air.
It was hard to see ten feet in front of you, somewhat because the ground all looked the same. How am I supposed to find a house, even a mansion in this? she asked herself.
After what seemed like hours, Celes stopped and sat down. She tried to look for Locke or Edgar or Terra, or anyone to remind her she wasn’t alone in the Hell Hole. Just as she was about to go back and search for the others, Locke ran through the never and grabbed her arm.
“Celes, c’mon,” he said.
“What?”
“Setzer just spotted it, the house that is.”

Vulkrum looked up and gawked at the huge ruins of Vector. Huge, burned structures with great brick carvings and what seemed to be banners, burned and charred through whatever had done this to the big area. He looked over to Vector; the Aquadalin was obviously enjoying himself. He looked at the structures and smiled with pride.
Vulkrum and his Asassens walked through the streets along with the Aquadalins. Whatever had destroyed the community had really left a toll. Holes in the middle of the large structures still looked as fresh as the day they were put in there.
“What happened here?” Vulkrum asked. “What is this place?”
“Oh, it’s hard to start, my young friend,” Vector said dreamily. “The best way to put it is this is the place that started it all. The place where empires started. Where legends started.”
“Hey,” something just came to Vulkrum’s mind, “do the town and you have something together? I mean—”
“By our names,” Vector finished. “Yes. This town was named in my honor. I created this place, I ruled this Empire, I created history.”
“Then how come I’ve never heard of any of this?”
Vector chuckled deeply. “You’ve heard enough. Most young ones haven’t heard of this. Most adults either.” He sighed. “I guess it’s just as well.”
“What good could’ve come out of here?”
“Oh, enough. I haven’t seen this place for so long, I wouldn’t be surprised to see it in such bad shape. Though I’ve heard that espers attacked this place sometime.”
“Well, I don’t really care about your glory days or your little history so let’s just move on.”
Vector walked to the largest structure in the town, what appeared to be a ruined palace. He sighed longingly. He turned to look at his young companion.
“Vulkrum, would you like to help me create history in this place yet again?”
Vulkrum smirked. “That sounds like fun.” The two grabbed each others forearms and squeezed in a friendly gesture.

They made their way into the palace and into the main foyer. The palace had been made of a heavy metal and was made in a very regal way. The long red carpets that lay on the floor and doorways had obviously once been brilliant but were now wore and ruined by moths. Half-disintegrated portraits hung on the walls of all corridors and foyers.
Vector and Vulkrum, followed by a small number of their own men, ascended up the stairways to the throne room. It was a long and rather narrow room with one long red carpet, somehow more regal and more splendid than the others in the palace were. At the end was a single throne, tall with a noble yet sinister style to it.
Vector walked hastily up to it and admired it. He got on his knees and stroked the rusted silver armrests with an open mouth. He patted the red cushions. Vulkrum walked over to try to see what the Aquadalin was so amazed at.
“’Tis just an old chair,” he said disapprovingly. “Rusted over and all.”
“Oh, ho-ho,” Vector chuckled. “’Tis not just an old chair. This is my throne! The throne!”
“Still just an old chair.”
Vector turned and looked at him with slightly watered eyes. “You wouldn’t understand. You’re too young to understand. It has to do with honor and pride.”
“I know what pride means,” Vector snapped.
“Do you? Do you really? Well let’s see you rise to greatness and then fall to where you are the lowest life on Earth. Then you’ll know of pride.”
Vulkrum took in those words. “So,” he said at last, “are you going to just sit there, gawking at some old chair, or are you going to show me your ‘pride’?”
Vector chuckled. He then rose up and turned to his men.
“This is a great day in history. You will forever remember this, even you, m’young friend. This is the day…” he slowly sat in the throne.
“This is the day,” he said calmer, “that Vector made his second rise to power. I hereby proclaim myself, once again, Emperor!”

Terra looked at the huge mansion-styled house. It didn’t quite strike as the home to such a disturbingly insane warlord such as Kefka. It was, however, hard to believe that someone would live in the Hell Hole area, even before the Tower fell.
She walked up to the front door with Setzer, with Edgar behind them. Setzer used the rusted and ruined golden door-knocker and banged loudly three times on the door, though it seemed meaningless. After a few more knocks, they confirmed that there were no more occupants and opened the door and entered.
Without a lantern or light of any kind, the front foyer was only barely lit by the almost blanketed sun outside. A few moments later, Locke and Celes joined them. As they ventured farther, the light became scarce. Setzer turned around.
“Someone go and get a lantern from the Falcon.”
So Locke went off to the airship. The four others wandered until there was no more light to see with. They waited.
Then a light came that made them shield there eyes. Locke appeared with a lit lantern that illuminated the room, showing what seemed to be a sort of parlor. Just as the house itself, it did not seem like the living area of a deranged maniac to Terra.
“We still have no proof that this is actually Kefka’s house,” Edgar said. “We must search around so that we can prove this.”
They split up and searched the close-by rooms. It seemed like several minutes later when Terra heard Locke.
“Hey, Ed, look at this.”
Edgar and she gathered toward the lantern light. “What is it?”
“The world’s biggest bong.”
He came into the light, showing him carrying a huge smoking bong, about the size of Relm.
“What the hell,” Edgar said. “Kind of figures though.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t prove anything,” Terra pointed out.
“Proves what I knew all along,” Locke said.
Terra hit him on the arm, making him drop the bong on the floor with a loud thud.
“What the hell was that?” Celes yelled from somewhere else.
“Nothing, sweetie,” Locke answered. “Find anything?”
“Anything that gives us proof?” Terra added.
“Well come here,” she called.
Edgar grabbed the light as they continued down the hall, where they went up a flight of stairs, then another. As they went, Celes’s echoing voice guided them along.
They finally came to the top and met Celes. “What is it?” they asked in unison.
She further guided them down the corridor. Up in the higher levels the sun shown through the windows, giving precious daylight. Celes found the room she was investigating earlier where Setzer met them from the opposite hallway.
They went into the room where Celes showed them a huge wardrobe.
“I still don’t get it,” Edgar said.
In answer, Celes opened the wardrobe. Terra almost had to shield her eyes. The clothes were all bright glittery green and red, with many plumes and fur attached.
“Yeah, that’s proof,” Locke said.
They assumed this to be Kefka’s room and set down the lantern. Setzer found a picture book. He made sure no one looked as he opened it up. As he did his eyes widened and he let out a few giggles.
Terra went up to see it. “What is this?” She grabbed it from him as he yelled for her to stop.
“Oh my!” she yelled
Celes and Edgar came up to look. It was a book with offensive pictures of attractive nude women.
Terra kicked him in the leg. Edgar leaned over. “Maybe I should take this, just in case.”
Celes smacked him hard on the head with the book. “You’re married.”
She caught Locke with a freezing glare as he laughed at his friend. “And so are you, so shut up!”
She then through the book out of a window.

This post has been edited by Sherick on 3rd February 2005 22:24

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

A few errors but other than that I like it. Maybe Kefka will even come back!!

Would you mind to point out error? Even though this isn't an official submission (and the only reason its not is because I can't come up with a chapter a week) I would like to get this editted, so that would be a help if you could.
Thanks

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Oh, and thanks to the members on CoN chat! who gave me the ideas to use for Kefka's house, I think it was Soup, Malevolence, Shinrin, and Dragon_Fire. Yes as you might have guessed, Soup came up with the super bong

This post has been edited by Sherick on 18th June 2004 20:46

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

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The Falcon was the same as it had been five years ago.

Oh whoops I thought you said "The falcon what they had named it five years ago." And I think there might have been one or two spelling errors, but nothing drastic.
And I would like to see the next chapter following The Returners cause they might discover Kefka or something. Actually I just want the story to the follow the one that has most to do with Kefka.

This post has been edited by Phunbaba on 19th June 2004 21:41

I'll remember that, but I just remembered smething else to star off the new chapter.
And there shouldn't be any spelling mistakes cause I used Microsoft Word with SpellCheck and all, but if there is smoething wrong, please tell me.

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Sherick, I just finished reading it from the beginning until now, and I must say, I'm really impressed. You've thrown together a lovely tale, even thought it's got it's lovey, emotional moments. Good job!

Oh and I just looove Kefka's house. The bong and wardrobe, CoN chat brilliance at work.

Once again, good work!

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Okay, but there was a goat!

Hehe thanks I love constructive critisism

This post has been edited by Sherick on 21st July 2004 03:44

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Gosh one heck of a LONG story! Lovin it though, gj.

This post has been edited by S0u|L3SS|Zariteth on 18th June 2004 23:54

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Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Estuans interius
ira vehementi

Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias