Symphony of the Crusade
By Airship Canon
Warning: Reader Discretion Advised!
The following contains themes of Brother Sister Incest, Family Unfriendly Death, That One Boss, Complete Monster, Rogue Protagonist, and possibly a Crowning Moment Of Awesome, Heartwarming, and Ect. If you don't realize what those are, stop reading and go to TVTropes, that will ruin your life far quicker than I. If you Don't Like Don't Read. As a warning, a certain childhood friend ends up extremely unlucky, but that's the nature of the universe she's from. And while I'd be facing cries of "Die for Our Ship", I'd like to point out that she does not in fact, die for our ship, "our ship" was occurring anyway, and she was happily chasing after someone else, and in fact died because anyone can. Any and all references to actual gameplay that you may find in this are completely fictional, and if you question their fictionality, slap yourself, this is a cross over. Lastly, the following Disclaimer is as follows "Dis has been Claimed", because Disclaimers in Fanfiction are completely pointless. However it must be stated that "Sheena Fujibayashi" belongs to a GameFAQ'r named "Judgment8". Now stop reading this header and read the story, or I'll cast Narga on you.
Prologue: Blood on the Sand
He promised he'd protect her, no matter what it took; he would not falter, nor fail. But how far would that take him? What were his limits? He didn't have time to think- the magic of her Rescue staff was surrounding him, as the enemy closed in around him, ready to take righteous vengeance for the life he had just taken. He closed his eyes as the magic took him skyward, soon to absorb his very existence and take him to her, but before his eyes closed, he looked down, down to the blood on the sand—blood of an innocent priestess, whose life had been abruptly ended far too soon… ended at his blade. What were only a few seconds seemed like an eternity as he heard the cries of his perceived enemy, before disappearing before their eyes—he had escaped with his life, but what at what cost?
The swordfighter sheathed his Killer Edge and looked down, tears forming in his eyes. He looked around, and then upon himself, his already red clothes stained darkly with the blood of the Priestess of the Liberation Army. He had won the battle, but it was an empty victory, nothing was accomplished by that preemptive strike against the liberators.
"Lloyd…" a voice called to him, a familiar, comforting voice, the voice of the person who meant the most to him. "What's wrong, Lloyd?" she asked, concerned about his state.
"I killed her. There was no fight. No struggle. Nothing. I was there and gone in an instant- the Liberation Army didn't have a chance to counterattack. Yet… what if that happened to you!" He responded.
"You'd protect me." She responded.
Lloyd looked up, his eyes matching hers, the harsh desert sun beginning to set behind them. "Colette… you're right. I would. I promised. And while I couldn't protect our home, our Iselia, I will keep this promise."
"So, it was a success then?" A stern female voice came from behind.
"Raine… yes, the plan worked, their Priestess is dead." Lloyd replied.
"I'd call this a true success, except we underestimated the enemy—we do not have time or the capacity to wipe them out, and in fact, they'll soon be upon us. Our only hope is… for Colette to sing the Dirge of Ruin. She has already agreed to the plan, and we must act quickly." Raine said, shocking Lloyd.
"Really! Professor! You can't be serious! The Dirge of Ruin! That could kill her!" Lloyd exclaimed. "Colette? You agreed to this? Even knowing that?"
Colette nodded.
"No way am I going to let you do that!" Lloyd yelled, wrapping his arms around her.
"There isn't any other option. We must do this to survive." A man said, as he approached. "Aless, the Black Knight has betrayed our allies. Leaf's rebellion in the Manster district is gaining ground, and while we've stalled Celice, we did little to stop him. We must further stall them and retreat from this battlefield."
"Kratos!" Lloyd yelled at the man "You know what the Dirge could do!"
"Calm down, Lloyd, I know how you feel, but we have no other choice. Further, it won't kill the prophet." Kratos said. "I'll try buy us some time with my Holy Flamberge, but we must retreat. Have Colette sing that Galdr at sunset."
Lloyd gritted his teeth and tried in vain to hold back his tears as he looked at Colette as she walked away… he turned back and saw spots of blood on the sand.
"Is this war necessary?"