"The Guilty,the innocent,and the Condemmed."
Rating: Teen.
Mild violence.
Mild Language. Nothing too serious to be concerned with.
Romance later on.
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Summary: It has been 120 years since Vayne's defeat, and it is a dark time for all of Dalmasca. Winter is a young woman with a mysterious past and on a quest for revenge. She doesn't know it yet, but she may be the only hope for the World of Dalmasca.
Disclaimer: I Striking Dancer do not own any Final Fantasy characters other than my own Original chacters such as Winter,Bast,ect. -------
NOTICE: This is my first story to publish and I pray you go a bit easy on me. Please read and review my story, that is what drives me to do more chapters. And I thank graciously Moonlight Enchantress, my best friend, for accessing my account and redoing some things while in her spare time. THANKS GIRL!
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......................................................Chapter 1: "The Restiance"...............................................................
Our story begins in the Streets of Rabanastre.
A young woman, no more than nineteen years of age, makes her way purposefully down the pebbled alleys of Rabanastre's main street. Her beautiful, dark hair fanning out behind her as she takes long and graceful strides. The crowded streets quickly begin to empty as they see her slowly approaching. The young woman stops as she feels a soft tug at the hem of her white dress. A small boy looks up at her, his light brown hair waves gently with the breeze as his big brown eyes look up innocently at her. He opens his small mouth and asks her:
"Why are those people running away from you?"
"Because.........."
She bends down, and turns to face the child looking at him with her sad violet eyes. She then whispers loud enough for only him to hear.
"I could sing your very soul from your body."
She smiles sadly at him as she pats his soft, fine hair and looks over at his distraught mother. She smiles slightly at her and gives the young boy a slight push toward his family who was waiting in the shadow of a nearby vending cart. The young woman sighs sadly as she turns around and continues her journey . As she walked, the streets become quieter than they had been in years. She stops, and looks up at the large building in front of her. Finally she has made her way to her destination--The Sandsea.
The Sandsea is the oldest inn in all of Dalmasca, and is always filled with noises of a bustiling business. Although, the moment the young woman enters the inn, there is nothing but silence from even the rowdiest Patrons. She makes her way to the innkeeper, calmly placing her exposed hands on the wooden counter and asks him:
"Do you know who I am?"
The innkepper nods, as his body was slightly shaking in fear.
"Then take me to the Resistance, and don't play stupid with me. I know your hiding them here!"
She growled at him, fury and impatience dripping from her voice.
"Y-Y-Yes Miss, of course, right this way, please!"
He leads the way up a long flight of stairs, and points to a door on the right. It had a symbol of two Swords crossing over one another over a purple flag, and sitting on the hilt of the swords was a dove.
"Here we are Miss."
The Innkeeper whispered, as she nodded. The Innkeeper made his way quickly back down the stairs. She opened the door and as she made her way through the doorframe, she was met by several dozen swords, each one pointed at her throat. She seemes unaffected by this as she sighs and pushes the swords away from her.
"Relax, everyone, I shall not harm you. I'v come here to help."
She says in a slightly annoyed voice. The men who threatened her life stood, their eyes glued to her, like she was some sort of ghost. She breathed a little bit easier, at least she had gotten her intentions out before they decided to take drastic measures.
"And just who the hell are you?"
The woman looked over one of the men's shoulder to see a fair headed young man with green eyes make his way to her, his hand on the hilt of his large sword. She narrowed her eyes at him, looking to see if he was a threat. When she decided he was'nt going to lop her head off , she decided to tell him her name.
"I am Winter Shadowfall. And just who are you,?"
" Ah, pardon my manners, I simply wasn't expecting any guests this evening. I'm Bast fon Ronsenburg. I see you're wearing the traditional dress of a true Singer. With a few minor adjustments."
He added as he looked her up and down, scanning her with his startiling green eyes. It was true she wore the Pure White dress and the Crimson cloak, of a Singer, but she also had a Long Bow strapped on her back along with a quiver filled with several dozen silver, Aegyl feather tipped arrows. She also had her traditional and large sword, "Judgment" belted on her right hip. Strapped on her boot was an impressive golde dagger, that she kept visible, to warn others that she wasn't a target.
"Aren't you a little young to be the leader of any organization let alone the Resistance?"
Winter scoffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest, she wasn't very impressed.
"I inheritted the position from my great grandfather, Basch fon Ronsenburg, actually."
Bast said, with just a touch of Arrogance in his voice. Winter placed her hands behind her back.
"My apologies..."
Winter said with no remorse. Bast narrowed his eyes at her as he felt the cold apology hit him. Winter spoke up before anyone could get a word in.
"I'm afraid we seem to be getting off on the wrong foot. I have come here as a Singer to offer my services in your quest to defeat the Shotan army."
Winter said in a cold like voice, this woman was not to be taken lightly.
" May I ask, as to why you wish to become an outlaw? To throw yourself into hiding when as a Singer, you could have whatever you want with a snap of your fingers?"
Bast asked her as he raked a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
"My reasons of wishing to become a member of the Resistance is my own business, and no one else's concern. Now, you know having a Singer on you side would aid you greatly, and you are not likely to have this chance again, Bast."
Winter responded to his question with a toss of her black hair. It was true, it wasn't very often a Singer would join with anyone outside their homeland, much less a Resistance!
"That I am well aware of, Winter, but not just anyone can become a member of the Resistance. You must prove yourself to me before I even give it a second thought."
Bast said as Winter was beginning to get annoyed with this "Bast".
"Just being a Singer ought to be enough to---"
Winter was cut off by the screams and the sounds of panic began to drift into the room from the streets below. The sound of frightened people, the sound of Death.
"Damn! Not again!"
Shouted Bast, as he drew out his sword, and the other men of the group quickly began readying their weapons.
"The Shotan Army is trying to draw us out again. How did they know where to find us?"
"Haven't you learned not to underestimate Shota, and her army by now?"
Winter cried out, very angry that this was THE Resistance she was told about and yet, they knew nothing about what Shota could do. Such fools.
"Of course we have, This is the fastest they've ever found where we've been hiding. We've been here only a little over a week. Say, you never told me how you knew where to find us!"
Bast said to Winter as she shook her head at him, she grabbed the doorknob, turning it quickly as she says:
"No time for questions, we must do something about this distraction. Then we shall ask questions."
shouts Winter, as she walks outside the room, She turnes to give the men room to run out, if, and when they decide to save people, not ask her stupid questions.
"Of course. Men to your stations kill all who stand in your way! For Dalmasca!"
Bast shouts as he runs out of the room, followed by his men, into the chaos outside.
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Winter stood alone in the middle of the chaos, unsure of what to do. She catches something out of the corner of her eye, and she turnes to see a Dark Shotan Mage holding the little boy she had talked to earlier by the throat. His little face full of fear as he was trying his best to kick the evil man, but his efforts were futile. A horrible and deadly fury ignited inside Winter, such a deep and raging fury that belonged only to a Singer and that of her power. How dare that Mage to want to harm such an innocent child?
"Let him go now!"
growled Winter as she ran up to him, the Mage smiled darkly at her as the little boy tried to escape. But the Mage's grip on his neck prevented such an attempt.
"And can you tell me just why should I do that?"
the dark haired mage sneered at her, as his grip tightened around the child's neck, causing him to cry out in pain.
" You'll do it if you at all value your life!"
Winter snarled as her eyes narrowed and her fists clentching.
"I'm SO scared, Precious."
he says with a sickly laugh, highly underestimating her threat.
"You have been warned....."
Winter said, no louder than a whisper.
The Shotan mage began to pale as Winter began to use her overdrive, "Final Judgement". The Mage gasped and shouted angrily at her, pointing his free finger at her as she rose up in the air.
" A Singer! he shouts You should all be dead!"
He shouted at her, but she ignored him as she continued with her Overdrive.
Winter rose into the air, and was surrounded by a pure, white light. She softly began to sing a song so beautiful and terrible, it made the Mage fall to his knees in awe as he was surrounded by a black aura. The song was so unearthly that even he was trembling from it.
"You have been condemned!"
She shouted, and with a gesture of her hand, the mage's soul flies in front of her in the form of a black, swirling aura. He lets out a terrible cry as Winter cuts through his soul with her sword, letting the blood of his husk fall on the ground infront of him. Winter slowly glides to the ground, still bathed in the beautiful, white light. She rests her tiny feet on the ground, and breathes deeply. She opened her eyes, for the first time since she went into her Overdrive. She smiled as she turned around to see Bast standing behind her, motionless. His eyes wide and with an awed and somewhat husky voice, Bast could only say these words to her:
"You're in."
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