The Last of the Espers
"Locke!", a tall, strong woman cried.
She stood on the summit of a mountain and gazing at the far ocean, was a disturbing sight, tornado flames were engulfing ships.
Locke close behind ran as fast as he could up to join her.
"Celes! What is it? Are you alright?", Locked called.
"I'm fine, but look at those ships!"
Locke turned around, and saw the strange sight. Ships, not carrying weapons, nor people of sorcery or warriors were being engulfed by flames as soon as they neared a town's harbor.
It was strange indeed, for it was three years since Kefka was destroyed. Terra, caring for the children has settled peacefully, and everyone else has returned to their 'usual' lives. Sabin and Edgar have both decided to rule Figaro Castle, Shadow still wondered around but people have not been afraid of him since. For Celes and Locke, they both sensed that the end of Kefka, did not mean the end of troubles.
Although the group had disbanded, and gone on with their lives. Celes and Locke vowed to keep a steady hand on any evil force gathering. It was this sight that made up their minds that no matter how much the greatest evil, or the strongest evil died, something else would always come back.
There would always be heros, and villains, it was the way the world went day to day.
Locke had a strange feeling that the force who was creating these flames was someone close to him...
"Locke! Locke, hurry we have to do something!", Celes grabbed Locke while she turned to run back out of the mountain summit.
"Huh?", Locke said. He snapped back out of his reverie and ran on full strength with Celes. Through twisted paths, they ran out of the mountain and into the forest.
"Quick north-west, we must hurry before other people will die." Celes jumped on her horse, Archepelago - and Locke on Reqiuem. They travelled ten minutes on their horses before arriving at the town.
The flames now engulfed the town wall which was wooden, the town's people were trapped inside the wall of flames.
They heard shouts and screams, of pain and suffering. Locke shuddered at the thought of being burned to death. Befor he could react, Celes had already used her Ice3 spell, and quickly and steadily did the flames decline. A young man staggered out, slumped and coughing the ground. He lay down, and closed his eyes stuggling for breath.
He opened his eyes, and gazed upon Celes who kneeled near him.
"Are you alright?", She said.
"My angel, is it you who diminished the flames?", he said.
The young man gazed at her with pure adoration.
"I am just Celes, Celes Chere, and you? I know magic...", She faltered - a fast flash of painful memories of the empire came joggling back.
"Celes, Celes Chere who defeated Kefka? Is it you? I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause harm. I am Aros, the son of the mayor of this city.", he looked away sadly, "My father, he was trapped in our house, I think h - he's dead."
Locke meanwhile looked guiltily at Aros. He had just stood there while Celes used her magic to help, he couldn't do anything.
"Good sir, who are you?", Aros suddenly noticed Locke.
"I am Locke, friend of Celes."
"So I know.", Aros nodded.
"Aros, know you why this flames are destroying the ships and your town?", Celes questioned.
"I do not know, it is very strange indeed. Throughout the past month, at a specific time each day - ships that come are burnt. It is not until today that the town has been attacked. I do not know why, for we have nothing of value in this town at all."
"Why don't the ships travel at night or another time?", Locke said
"Yes, we have tried that but the ships come from a far part of the world that needs a long time for messages to travel there. Time and time again have we tried to tell the ships from Aryao to come at a different time, but it seems they ignore our messages - or that messages don't get through.", he finished frustrated.
Before Celes could say anything more.
Aros said, "I must help the villagers who are hurt, and we must think of a plan to figure out what is happening. Please help me."
"Of course, we will.", Locke said.
Locke and Celes followed Aros into the town, mostly all the buildings were damaged, the ceilings were on the ground - and people ran out at them as they realised the gate was open. A few stayed trying to look for the injured.
Celes ventured through a school house, hearing a child's cry. Not afraid of the building's poor structure she went through, after all she had saved someone else in a situation like this before. Finding the child in a far left room of the place she escorted the little boy out, when he say Aros he ran to him crying. Celes went back, looking to see if there were more children. Through window, she saw such a strange sight, there was one building that was perfectly in shape. The windows weren't broken, it was as if the fire had not touched it at all. Jumping out of that window, Celes ran towards it, heart pounding. She ran to the front door, and saw that it was wide wide open, and standing in the middle of the room was a girl. A girl with violet hair, she was beginning to float up and somehow Celes knew exactly who it was. The same familiar esper form of a girl, they all knew: Terra.
- to be continued -
"Locke!", a tall, strong woman cried.
She stood on the summit of a mountain and gazing at the far ocean, was a disturbing sight, tornado flames were engulfing ships.
Locke close behind ran as fast as he could up to join her.
"Celes! What is it? Are you alright?", Locked called.
"I'm fine, but look at those ships!"
Locke turned around, and saw the strange sight. Ships, not carrying weapons, nor people of sorcery or warriors were being engulfed by flames as soon as they neared a town's harbor.
It was strange indeed, for it was three years since Kefka was destroyed. Terra, caring for the children has settled peacefully, and everyone else has returned to their 'usual' lives. Sabin and Edgar have both decided to rule Figaro Castle, Shadow still wondered around but people have not been afraid of him since. For Celes and Locke, they both sensed that the end of Kefka, did not mean the end of troubles.
Although the group had disbanded, and gone on with their lives. Celes and Locke vowed to keep a steady hand on any evil force gathering. It was this sight that made up their minds that no matter how much the greatest evil, or the strongest evil died, something else would always come back.
There would always be heros, and villains, it was the way the world went day to day.
Locke had a strange feeling that the force who was creating these flames was someone close to him...
"Locke! Locke, hurry we have to do something!", Celes grabbed Locke while she turned to run back out of the mountain summit.
"Huh?", Locke said. He snapped back out of his reverie and ran on full strength with Celes. Through twisted paths, they ran out of the mountain and into the forest.
"Quick north-west, we must hurry before other people will die." Celes jumped on her horse, Archepelago - and Locke on Reqiuem. They travelled ten minutes on their horses before arriving at the town.
The flames now engulfed the town wall which was wooden, the town's people were trapped inside the wall of flames.
They heard shouts and screams, of pain and suffering. Locke shuddered at the thought of being burned to death. Befor he could react, Celes had already used her Ice3 spell, and quickly and steadily did the flames decline. A young man staggered out, slumped and coughing the ground. He lay down, and closed his eyes stuggling for breath.
He opened his eyes, and gazed upon Celes who kneeled near him.
"Are you alright?", She said.
"My angel, is it you who diminished the flames?", he said.
The young man gazed at her with pure adoration.
"I am just Celes, Celes Chere, and you? I know magic...", She faltered - a fast flash of painful memories of the empire came joggling back.
"Celes, Celes Chere who defeated Kefka? Is it you? I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause harm. I am Aros, the son of the mayor of this city.", he looked away sadly, "My father, he was trapped in our house, I think h - he's dead."
Locke meanwhile looked guiltily at Aros. He had just stood there while Celes used her magic to help, he couldn't do anything.
"Good sir, who are you?", Aros suddenly noticed Locke.
"I am Locke, friend of Celes."
"So I know.", Aros nodded.
"Aros, know you why this flames are destroying the ships and your town?", Celes questioned.
"I do not know, it is very strange indeed. Throughout the past month, at a specific time each day - ships that come are burnt. It is not until today that the town has been attacked. I do not know why, for we have nothing of value in this town at all."
"Why don't the ships travel at night or another time?", Locke said
"Yes, we have tried that but the ships come from a far part of the world that needs a long time for messages to travel there. Time and time again have we tried to tell the ships from Aryao to come at a different time, but it seems they ignore our messages - or that messages don't get through.", he finished frustrated.
Before Celes could say anything more.
Aros said, "I must help the villagers who are hurt, and we must think of a plan to figure out what is happening. Please help me."
"Of course, we will.", Locke said.
Locke and Celes followed Aros into the town, mostly all the buildings were damaged, the ceilings were on the ground - and people ran out at them as they realised the gate was open. A few stayed trying to look for the injured.
Celes ventured through a school house, hearing a child's cry. Not afraid of the building's poor structure she went through, after all she had saved someone else in a situation like this before. Finding the child in a far left room of the place she escorted the little boy out, when he say Aros he ran to him crying. Celes went back, looking to see if there were more children. Through window, she saw such a strange sight, there was one building that was perfectly in shape. The windows weren't broken, it was as if the fire had not touched it at all. Jumping out of that window, Celes ran towards it, heart pounding. She ran to the front door, and saw that it was wide wide open, and standing in the middle of the room was a girl. A girl with violet hair, she was beginning to float up and somehow Celes knew exactly who it was. The same familiar esper form of a girl, they all knew: Terra.
- to be continued -