It has been a long time since I have written any fanfics, but after reading
a few my sis got, and listening to a Final Fantasy CD I just bought I am
suddenly in the mood at twelve in the morning. So come what may here we go,
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It's a Square World After All. By Sirius Griffon (Formally Dogstar)
Prologue The Weary Traveler.
Cid Highwind looked to the wreckage behind him once more, afraid that he could not walk away from it. It was not that he was injured or anything. at least physically all he had were a few bumps, scrapes, and a bruised leg. The wounds could be healed with the cure materia he always carried, and the leg wound mend in time and steady walking. But it still hurt. He felt both the betrayer and the betrayed. The Tiny Bronco had been there forever for Cid. He had grown to love every scratch in its pink coat, very much like battle scars from the wars they had always waged together in the skies to keep aloft. Now for once the benevolent sky had won and killed the Tiny Bronco, leaving the old pilot stranded by his least favorite place. the crater where it all had ended. (Or had it been the beginning?)
'If I walk fast enough, I should be able to reach that damn village in a few days,' Cid thought with a sigh, running a leather covered hand through his short blond hair. His other hand held onto an elaborate spear, the finest spear ever crafted, named the Venus Gospel. Very valuable materias like Comet and Bahamut rested there, but he did not care. It was the spear that mattered to him, and he was grateful at least to have that.
'But I will have to walk past IT," Cid muttered, looking forward. His blue eyes were keen, and he had no problems at all spying the crater about a mile ahead of him. He would never forget fighting the greatest evils the world had ever known there, Jenova and ol' Sephy. Nor would he forget the fountain of lifestream that existed down at its heart, the earth's heart. Now he would have to walk past it? He reached up to the flight goggles on his head, and from the pocket he had created for them pulled out a cigarette. Using the Fire materia he always kept beside the Heal, he lit it and continued on.
"Did you honestly think that you Cid Highwind, last of the great dragoons, was meant to just settle down and die?" asked a voice, not malign but almost admonishing.
"Who said that?" Cid yelled, looking all around him but seeing only the snow covered ground and the damn crater. He was agitated at being admonished like that, especially at his age.
"I did," said the voice, and as it spoke a creature popped up beside Cid. It looked like a big white wolf, but unlike the local monsters that used to live here it was large, large enough for him to ride, and majestic. On its back rested an immense set of white, furry wings, it bore a longer tail and claws, and on its head a set of horns matching the color of Cid's eyes.
Cid's reflexes kicked into action, and in a fraction of a second the stranger found the tip of the Venus Gospel at its throat. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, his voice an angry growl.
"My name is Soulstorm, but you can call me Stormy. I am surprised you did not already know, after all I have been watching you from birth. Too much searing I guess."
"What the Hell are you blabbering about?" Cid asked, releasing his prize from his deathlock.
"Every dragoon has a guardian Cid, and I happen to be yours. We only step in when needed. and the time has come for you and I to be needed."
"Cloud and the rest of us defeated Sephy already," Cid said.
"You think it ended there? Where did Sephiroth die, Cid?"
"Well at the Crater."
"And what was that filled with?"
"The lifestream. But I still don't what that has."
"His soul was returned to the lifestream to be reborn Cid! With all of the anger and hurt he bore inside do you have any idea what kind of a monster that will create? The mind cringes at it!"
"Well what the Hell can I do?" Cid yelled crimson rising to his weathered cheeks like it always did when he was angry. "Why not bother Cloud?"
"It is not his Fate. it is yours Cid. I do not question it. But do not worry, you don't share that fate alone Cid. All you have to do is call me and I shall come. You shall meet others too."
"What if I say no?"
"I can be just as stubborn as you Cid. I will not take no as an answer. Besides I know you better than that!"
"But the Tiny Bronco! Rocket Town! And.and. Shera," he finally said her name, and a sigh came over him. "If I don't do it, she will die. If I do it will be a long time before I see her again. Damned if I do, damned if I don't! Shit!"
"So will you do it Cid Highwind?" Cid thought a moment, taking a long puff of smoke and releasing it in a fine line.
"Can't disappoint Fate right?" he asked.
"Right! Now all you need to do is jump into the Crater."
"WHAT!?! Cid yelled, and for what was only the second time in his life a cig fell from his mouth.
"The world will catch you Cid. after that you are on your own. Do you not trust me?" Cid looked into Stormy's eyes, and saw the truth that lied there. He saw eyes like his own, eyes that told every emotion and thought. And people wondered why he wore goggles?
"I trust you," he said.
"Then get onto my back Cid for the most fateful ride of your life." He did so, clutching the creature's fur as he mounted it. It was aloft in seconds, and in just seconds more above the crater.
"You know what you have to do," it said. Cid nodded.
"Right. then I guess this is good-bye." He stood a moment on the creature's back, the winds fiercely blowing at him and tossing his scarf around like a flag. But as a true dragoon he kept his balance, before diving into the crater.
"GOOD LUCK CID!" the creature shouted, and those were the last words Cid heard before the world started to fade into a haze of bright green.
It's a Square World After All. By Sirius Griffon (Formally Dogstar)
Prologue The Weary Traveler.
Cid Highwind looked to the wreckage behind him once more, afraid that he could not walk away from it. It was not that he was injured or anything. at least physically all he had were a few bumps, scrapes, and a bruised leg. The wounds could be healed with the cure materia he always carried, and the leg wound mend in time and steady walking. But it still hurt. He felt both the betrayer and the betrayed. The Tiny Bronco had been there forever for Cid. He had grown to love every scratch in its pink coat, very much like battle scars from the wars they had always waged together in the skies to keep aloft. Now for once the benevolent sky had won and killed the Tiny Bronco, leaving the old pilot stranded by his least favorite place. the crater where it all had ended. (Or had it been the beginning?)
'If I walk fast enough, I should be able to reach that damn village in a few days,' Cid thought with a sigh, running a leather covered hand through his short blond hair. His other hand held onto an elaborate spear, the finest spear ever crafted, named the Venus Gospel. Very valuable materias like Comet and Bahamut rested there, but he did not care. It was the spear that mattered to him, and he was grateful at least to have that.
'But I will have to walk past IT," Cid muttered, looking forward. His blue eyes were keen, and he had no problems at all spying the crater about a mile ahead of him. He would never forget fighting the greatest evils the world had ever known there, Jenova and ol' Sephy. Nor would he forget the fountain of lifestream that existed down at its heart, the earth's heart. Now he would have to walk past it? He reached up to the flight goggles on his head, and from the pocket he had created for them pulled out a cigarette. Using the Fire materia he always kept beside the Heal, he lit it and continued on.
"Did you honestly think that you Cid Highwind, last of the great dragoons, was meant to just settle down and die?" asked a voice, not malign but almost admonishing.
"Who said that?" Cid yelled, looking all around him but seeing only the snow covered ground and the damn crater. He was agitated at being admonished like that, especially at his age.
"I did," said the voice, and as it spoke a creature popped up beside Cid. It looked like a big white wolf, but unlike the local monsters that used to live here it was large, large enough for him to ride, and majestic. On its back rested an immense set of white, furry wings, it bore a longer tail and claws, and on its head a set of horns matching the color of Cid's eyes.
Cid's reflexes kicked into action, and in a fraction of a second the stranger found the tip of the Venus Gospel at its throat. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, his voice an angry growl.
"My name is Soulstorm, but you can call me Stormy. I am surprised you did not already know, after all I have been watching you from birth. Too much searing I guess."
"What the Hell are you blabbering about?" Cid asked, releasing his prize from his deathlock.
"Every dragoon has a guardian Cid, and I happen to be yours. We only step in when needed. and the time has come for you and I to be needed."
"Cloud and the rest of us defeated Sephy already," Cid said.
"You think it ended there? Where did Sephiroth die, Cid?"
"Well at the Crater."
"And what was that filled with?"
"The lifestream. But I still don't what that has."
"His soul was returned to the lifestream to be reborn Cid! With all of the anger and hurt he bore inside do you have any idea what kind of a monster that will create? The mind cringes at it!"
"Well what the Hell can I do?" Cid yelled crimson rising to his weathered cheeks like it always did when he was angry. "Why not bother Cloud?"
"It is not his Fate. it is yours Cid. I do not question it. But do not worry, you don't share that fate alone Cid. All you have to do is call me and I shall come. You shall meet others too."
"What if I say no?"
"I can be just as stubborn as you Cid. I will not take no as an answer. Besides I know you better than that!"
"But the Tiny Bronco! Rocket Town! And.and. Shera," he finally said her name, and a sigh came over him. "If I don't do it, she will die. If I do it will be a long time before I see her again. Damned if I do, damned if I don't! Shit!"
"So will you do it Cid Highwind?" Cid thought a moment, taking a long puff of smoke and releasing it in a fine line.
"Can't disappoint Fate right?" he asked.
"Right! Now all you need to do is jump into the Crater."
"WHAT!?! Cid yelled, and for what was only the second time in his life a cig fell from his mouth.
"The world will catch you Cid. after that you are on your own. Do you not trust me?" Cid looked into Stormy's eyes, and saw the truth that lied there. He saw eyes like his own, eyes that told every emotion and thought. And people wondered why he wore goggles?
"I trust you," he said.
"Then get onto my back Cid for the most fateful ride of your life." He did so, clutching the creature's fur as he mounted it. It was aloft in seconds, and in just seconds more above the crater.
"You know what you have to do," it said. Cid nodded.
"Right. then I guess this is good-bye." He stood a moment on the creature's back, the winds fiercely blowing at him and tossing his scarf around like a flag. But as a true dragoon he kept his balance, before diving into the crater.
"GOOD LUCK CID!" the creature shouted, and those were the last words Cid heard before the world started to fade into a haze of bright green.