Hey there :'3 I'm not really supposed to be writing right now, 'cause my exams are in a month or two and I really should be concentrating on my revision and my current DGM fic, however - I recently read a fanfic on here called The Messenger, and it's rekindled my love for Dissidia :L I've had this fic planned for ages, so it's nice to finally start writing it.
Read, review, and enjoy ~
Summary: For 13 cycles the Pawns of Cosmos were used again and again until they could be used no longer, fighting to prevent a checkmate that was never going to occur in the first place. Because, sometimes, not all Kings and Queens are true to their word. (Re-write of cycles 5-13)
Disclaimer: I don't own Dissidia: Final Fantasy - Square Enix does.
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Prologue
War - the oldest of human practices. Be it to save someone you love, to stop your home from being destroyed, for no reason whatsoever or to conquer and pillage, humans have always waged war against other humans and evil creatures.
My name is the Onion Knight.
Peace is always fleeting - relationships between towns and villages deteriorating due to one place being more prosperous than the other and jealousy over what one person has and what they themselves do not.
It isn't my real name - I can't remember what that is... Or much else to be honest...
It would seem ridiculous to fight over things as petty as crops and money but there is one thing that is true for all human beings - they need to fight. It's in their blood.
I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. Endless battle after battle... It gets really tiring after a while...
No matter how shy and meek you are, the desire to fight and to hurt is always there and it can't be denied.
Sometimes I wish I could just stop and take it easy.
Peace leads to unrest.
But I have to keep going, no matter what.
Unrest leads to war.
Because Chaos needs to be defeated so we can all go home. Cosmos said so.
War leads to fighting.
And I know I'm not as strong as the Warrior of Light or Jecht, or as nice as Yuna and Garnet, or as free spirited as Bartz, or as kind as Hope, or as cool as Noctis, or as determined as Maria.
And fighting eventually brings peace.
But I can fight, and I won't drag the others down! Because... Cosmos needs us to help her, and I trust her. A Knight's gotta help a lady in need, right?
Thus, the cycle starts anew.
I'm sure we'll win eventually... I mean, that's why we're here. Why else would we be fighting?
The end of one thing...
There has to be a reason why we're here.
... the beginning of another.
There has to be.
Or at least that's how things are meant to be.
