-This piece drifts a bit from the FF8 story, I made it so that Edea never recieves Ultimecia's powers in the third-to-last scene of the game, and that Ultimecia just plain ceases to exist in any form (rather than "not being able to disappear" - also in the same game scene). In other words, Edea never becomes a sorceress, and Ultimecia was killed without transferring her
powers. Thus, I've single-handedly sabotaged FF8's entire story. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer- All FF8 characters are property of Square... all other characters are mine, all mine.
After the defeat of the sorceress Ultimecia, the world rejoiced with one voice; all were free from the threat of world war. One voice proclaimed victory over adversity, victory over a seemingly invincible enemy. Following this triumph, the worldÕs governments united, fearing that a seperated world could make way for a new threat, a new dictator. The conquerors of the sorceress, the brave SeeDs from our Garden, were present at the signing of the treaty that would end all conflict. The document was rather successful in instilling peace into the human race. Yet, in seven days, the treaty would be rendered useless, for the coming threat was not posed by humans.
We know very little about where a sorceress gains her powers, or how those powers tie into the great thread of our world. From what my colleagues and I have gathered since the incident, the sorceress is an integral element of our planet, much like the water or the wind. The ethereal ties a sorceress shares with this natural plane keep a steady equilibrium, one that balances the world and its surroundings. If these ties are abruptly cut before being transferred, that precious balance is lost. This imbalance would result in a series of cataclysmic events over the course of three days.
However, I stray from my point. Four days after Ultimecia was destroyed, the planet ceased to spin. One side of the planet was blanketed in heavy, impalpable darkness, while the other endured sunlight the entire day. The worldÕs best scientists and intellectuals could not explain this phenomenon, but they believed that it was only temporary. How wrong they were. I have not seen darkness for as long as I can remember.
On the fifth day, an ear-splitting screech echoed over the land. On the night of the fifth day, the largest Lunar Cry in known history occurred. On an emergency message, officials noted that this Cry had deposited a great deal more monsters than usual on our planet. The morning of the sixth day saw another Cry, unleashing roughly the same amount again of beasts from our celestial cousin, the moon. What we thought was another random event would occur again in another two years.
On the seventh day, all communications, including the seemingly "perfect" underground HD lines were cut. Towns and cities everywhere were ravaged by endless hordes of inhuman monstrosities. To me, the events of the past three days seemed to be a strike from the grave by the sorceress, in retaliation for her death. She knew that both ways, whether she lived or died, she would make the world suffer. She did not fear death, for within it, there lied a weapon no one except herself knew about.
On the morning of the eighth day, I awoke to what I believed to be a cry of the world, a cry much different from that that was proclaimed a week ago. This cry was not proud, nor triumphant. Instead of hearing every voice in the world, I heard a single child crying; a small, fearful child, one who wanted to look back into the past and see his mother waiting in her humble home with open arms. However, he could only look forward, to the charred remnants of that humble house and the harsh reality of the world.
-Historian Aerilian Lighthawk
Balamb Garden
-- This is my first piece of FanFiction... hope you'll like it as the story unfolds... expect an update every few days or so, I've got plenty of free time to spend on this. Feel free to review and throw any constructive criticism my way... I'm trying to make my first outing the best it can be. --
Disclaimer- All FF8 characters are property of Square... all other characters are mine, all mine.
After the defeat of the sorceress Ultimecia, the world rejoiced with one voice; all were free from the threat of world war. One voice proclaimed victory over adversity, victory over a seemingly invincible enemy. Following this triumph, the worldÕs governments united, fearing that a seperated world could make way for a new threat, a new dictator. The conquerors of the sorceress, the brave SeeDs from our Garden, were present at the signing of the treaty that would end all conflict. The document was rather successful in instilling peace into the human race. Yet, in seven days, the treaty would be rendered useless, for the coming threat was not posed by humans.
We know very little about where a sorceress gains her powers, or how those powers tie into the great thread of our world. From what my colleagues and I have gathered since the incident, the sorceress is an integral element of our planet, much like the water or the wind. The ethereal ties a sorceress shares with this natural plane keep a steady equilibrium, one that balances the world and its surroundings. If these ties are abruptly cut before being transferred, that precious balance is lost. This imbalance would result in a series of cataclysmic events over the course of three days.
However, I stray from my point. Four days after Ultimecia was destroyed, the planet ceased to spin. One side of the planet was blanketed in heavy, impalpable darkness, while the other endured sunlight the entire day. The worldÕs best scientists and intellectuals could not explain this phenomenon, but they believed that it was only temporary. How wrong they were. I have not seen darkness for as long as I can remember.
On the fifth day, an ear-splitting screech echoed over the land. On the night of the fifth day, the largest Lunar Cry in known history occurred. On an emergency message, officials noted that this Cry had deposited a great deal more monsters than usual on our planet. The morning of the sixth day saw another Cry, unleashing roughly the same amount again of beasts from our celestial cousin, the moon. What we thought was another random event would occur again in another two years.
On the seventh day, all communications, including the seemingly "perfect" underground HD lines were cut. Towns and cities everywhere were ravaged by endless hordes of inhuman monstrosities. To me, the events of the past three days seemed to be a strike from the grave by the sorceress, in retaliation for her death. She knew that both ways, whether she lived or died, she would make the world suffer. She did not fear death, for within it, there lied a weapon no one except herself knew about.
On the morning of the eighth day, I awoke to what I believed to be a cry of the world, a cry much different from that that was proclaimed a week ago. This cry was not proud, nor triumphant. Instead of hearing every voice in the world, I heard a single child crying; a small, fearful child, one who wanted to look back into the past and see his mother waiting in her humble home with open arms. However, he could only look forward, to the charred remnants of that humble house and the harsh reality of the world.
-Historian Aerilian Lighthawk
Balamb Garden
-- This is my first piece of FanFiction... hope you'll like it as the story unfolds... expect an update every few days or so, I've got plenty of free time to spend on this. Feel free to review and throw any constructive criticism my way... I'm trying to make my first outing the best it can be. --