by: Holy-Judgement Final Fantasy and its characters are copyright © SquareSoft Inc.
All other work herein is copyright © 2002 by Holy-Judgement
The story begins shortly after the end of the final fantasy 9 storyline. Although you do not need to have played the game to understand the story, it will certainly make the beginning events more clear.
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Preface
Freya leaped quickly from wall to wall up the side of Burmecia Castle, the dexterity and power of a true Dragon Knight present in every jump. Fratley followed behind, and soon they reached the highest tower in Burmecia, the Dragon's Cradle.
"Reparations on Burmecia are going well, are they not?" said Freya.
"Yes. Burmecia will never be the same, but our home will be rebuilt anew very soon."
"Our home… it sounds wonderful to hear you say that."
"My memories return to me even as the bricklayers rebuild the homes and shops of Burmecia. I remember more and more of our relationship past, and look forward to our love in the future."
They both then sat there, silently, looking at the masons and carpenters from all nations helping to repair Burmecia. A swift wind blew past them, ruffling Freya's hair. Freya turned around to look in Fratley's eyes, both of their eyes widening to a realization.
"You feel it too, Freya?"
"Yes, it is there, very faint."
"You have come very far in the way of a Dragon Knight. Many would not notice such a slight disturbance."
"Perhaps my travels around the world have strengthened my insight and intuition, as yours did. But I can still not tell what it means."
"Neither can I, so faint is the feeling. But I can tell one thing: whatever is causing it does not bode well."
"Perhaps it is of no consequence?"
"Perhaps. But both of us must be on our guard."
"For Burmecia."
"For us. For Burmecia. For this peace that has cost the lives of so many."
"I fear for the future… I fear this peace will not last."
"Let fear propel you forward. Do not let failure stifle you. Such is what I have learned on my journey. We must go to Lindblum. The Grand Assembly meets tomorrow."
The wind blew on. It circled the Grand Castle of Lindblum, whistled throughout the hallways of Alexandria Castle, and headed north, towards where the Iifa Tree once stood. There it blew down into the depths of the petrified tree, howling loudly, protesting the return to a place so evil. Then, perhaps startled out of a deep slumber by the sounds of the wind, something awoke.