And greetings to you all once again! This is a new idea I'd been playing at in my spare time. So, here we go, let's hope this game did enough for me. Here's a little background on this story:

Three more cycles have passed since the heroes first defeated Chaos. They have gotten little from Cosmos as to how this continues to repeat. And now, due to their foes getting slightly more battle hungry, our heroes are worn out and running head-first into defeat. HOwever, one new hero and his arch-rival are about to bring about the final end of the cycle. Love is born, a fierce hatred is sparked, and a horrible past is revealed by the team's soon to be only berserker. Sky pirates, church-busting soldiers, a zombie, and so much more await!

Pairings are OCxTerra, for now. as the stroy progresses. Chapter one of Dissidia: Final Fantasy: Final Victory begins. I hope you all enjoy this little personal version of the story… ON WITH THE SHOW!

DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY: FINAL VICTORY

CHAPTER 1: THE FALCON'S DEMON: ALL DONE YET?

OP: "Wanna Be Strong" – Tsubaki Takayuki

The sun slowly rose in the distance, dazzling the eyes of the eleven weary travellers. Two of the nine men of the group had the only two women of the team slung over their shoulders to let them rest.

"Well, Terra has been sleeping a long time, hasn't she?" One man said, his serious face outlined by the trio of horns on either side of his high-horned helm, his neck covered by the mid-grade casing of armour that covered the majority of his body.

"Well, if SOMEONE hadn't pushed her so hard in the last battle," Said another, a small boy with slightly dirty-blonde hair and a decent covering of red armour, "She might still be even so much as SLIGHTLY conscious, Warrior of Light. And don't worry, Firion, I'm not looking at you on this one." The small boy looked up at a man MUCH taller than himself, who sported eight different weapons and a head of white hair covered off by an orange bandana, whose expression simply said, 'You'd better not be'.

Firion, however, looked at the boy and retorted with, "Well, you know, Onion Knight, if YOU hadn't been telling her to run away from that bloody freak of nature Kefka, She might NOT have used the Ultima spell in the first place. But, you know, JUST SAYING." Onion Knight simply glared at his comrade and turned away, breathing a deep breath out of frustration. Although Firion was right, he didn't HAVE to phrase things the way he had. Soon, however, the girl, whose arms were wrapped around the shoulders of a man in a long black coat with only one sleeve, woke up, and, letting go of her carrier's shoulders, landed on her feet.

"My goodness, how long was I asleep?" The girl said, her worried eyes looking first to Onion Knight for an answer. When he told her she'd been sleeping for almost a day, she gasped and apologized to her carrier.

"I'm sorry I made you carry me for so long, Cloud, I promise I won't do it again," The girl said, to which the black-adorned Cloud smiled and said, "Don't mention it, Terra, you needed your rest and we needed to keep moving, so it was no trouble. It was easy, especially when I used the Buster Sword as a platform to keep you on my shoulders, and only had to hold your hands in place. It was no trouble, really." Terra nodded and hugged Cloud and continued to walk, picking up the lagging Onion Knight and letting him piggy back on her shoulders. Despite the tension between some of the warriors, they were the best of friends. However, the only thing they hadn't understood yet was how they'd been called back to this battle YET AGAIN.

This was at least the third time they'd been returned to these crumbling worlds after they collectively defeated the God of Discord, Chaos, and his minions, their arch-nemeses. However, not even six months after their returns to their individual worlds, they were called back to fight once again, much to their complete lack of understanding. And their mistress, Cosmos, the Goddess of Harmony, offered little in the department of insight, only telling them that their battle was almost over. Yet, time and again, Cosmos had allowed herself to be immolated by Chaos, who would then be defeated by Cosmos' soldiers, causing Chaos to teleport them away from his own immolation. They couldn't understand how this could continue to happen; both gods were dead, there was no more battle to wage, yet somehow, every time they returned, Cosmos, Chaos, and all of their foes would all be right there, waiting for them. Not to mention the never-ending waves of Manikins, beings created of Void power and crystals to fight the Heroes for the Villains, which always ended in a LOT of wasted crystals and power that returned to one of their more prominent foes, Exdeath, the Warlock of the Void.

Recently, however, Chaos' warriors had been getting rather restless, and had resorted to ambushing the heroes from surprising locations: Onion Knight had only JUST recently been ambushed by his nemesis, the Cloud of Darkness, a humanoid conglomeration of the world's evil in the form of a scantily clad woman, with a wing-like cloak and two tentacles with minds of their own. She had been hiding INSIDE a pillar in the Dark World and had proceeded to fire one of her particle beam attacks at him when Firion sensed something wrong and leapt into the path, spinning his lance in super-sonic circles to absorb the attack, then thrusting it forward at the pillar where the villain had been hiding, initiating a large-scale battle that nearly destroyed the entire area until Terra brought it to a close with a rather over-charged Ultima spell. This final attack not only severely injured the Cloud of Darkness, but left Terra in an unconscious state.

Not even two hours previous, the team was once again attacked, this time in the Old Chaos Shrine by Judge Gabranth, adversary of the team's diminutive spirit spell caster Shantotto, who quickly dispatched him back to his team mates with the use of a combination of Fire and Water Magic that sent a burning Gabranth riding the waves of defeat right back to his comrades. She too had fallen unconscious from fatigue, and had resorted to having her team mate Zidane, a young man, no bigger than Onion Knight, but with far less armour, and sporting a monkey-like tail and natural aerial agility the likes of which none of his friends could rival, to carry poor Shantotto around on his back. Good thing she wasn't too heavy, or he'd have been in bed for weeks with a broken back. However, it was only a few moments before Firion felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and he discretely fell into step with Warrior of Light, informing him of possible danger.

"EVERYONE, STOP MOVING, THERE'S DANGER AHEAD! STAY ON GUARD!" Warrior of Light shouted, and everyone stopped. As Warrior of Light continued alone to check out the danger ahead, the others began to speculate on what could be coming their way next. Perhaps the psychotic mage clown Kefka was planning something again, possibly trying to turn her to the side of Chaos as he'd done SO many times before.

"Everyone, come here!" Came Warrior of Light's voice from a ways ahead, and as everyone approached his location on the top-most platform of the Crystal World, they saw what appeared to be the source of Firion's troubles: A young man, no older than twenty years old, with black hair and no armour what-so-ever, not even a single weapon hanging from anywhere on his body, lay slumped against a crystal wall, one hand at his side, the other resting in his lap.

As Terra approached to check the young man's psyche with magic, his eyes shot open and he lunged, grabbing Terra by the throat, a blade protruding from his now opened wrist, and he warned, "Come one step closer, and she loses her head, you rascal scumbags!" All the other heroes backed up a few steps as the boy's eyes darted from one person to the next, his expression soon calming from aggressively serious to cool and collected.

The boy soon let go of Terra and retracted his blade, saying, "Wait a minute, what the heck? Who are you people, and how did I wind up here? Last I checked I was saving a girl from a band of thugs in an alley. I got hit on the head, knocked out, so…wait a minute; that must be it! I must be dreaming!" The ten conscious warriors stood, wincing in pain as the young man attempted everything he could think of to try and wake up. Only after the young man stabbed his own hand with a blade from the opposite wrist did he realize, screaming in pain…

"You can't hurt in a dream… Then … I'm already awake?!" The young man keeled over and passed out, leaving the other warriors to debate on what to do with him.

~Later…~

A pair of nearly golden-brown eyes fluttered open, fighting back the blinding light that glared down on them. Soon after, holding an arm over those same eyes, their bearer sat up in a strange bed, his shoulder-length, wild black hair now more unruly than ever.

"OH! You woke up! Welcome back to the world of the living, sleepy-head!" said an annoyingly high-pitched voice that nearly turned his eardrums to paste.

"OK, I know you don't know me, but have you ever heard the term 'Tone It Down?'" The young man said, sitting up slowly. His current state worried him, as he'd never been fully awake, yet feeling like he'd been rammed into a brick wall by a rogue truck.

"REALLY NOW, you're going to insult me?" Rang the annoying voice again, and as the boy's eyes slowly began to focus, he saw before him a dwarfish woman, no higher than about three feet, with small elfish ears and a flat nose, in dull-coloured puffy clothing staring up at him with a look of distaste, who continued, "Just because this is how my voice developed, you choose to attack me for it? How dare you! I, the Great Crystal War hero Shantotto will NOT stand for this! What is your name, boy, so I can add you to my list of people to destroy later?"

For as strange as the woman's sentence was to the boy, he rubbed his eyes and slowly reached over, his face now stretching into a twisted smile, and said, "Well, well, little girl, why are you in this battle? Was your daddy a little too lazy to get up and enlist HIMSELF in the army?"

Shantotto, now enraged, stormed out of the room, muttering something about a special surprise in his food, allowing her negative presence to be replaced with one far more gentle and calm. Seconds after Shantotto's exit, a tall girl in a low-cut, sleeveless, strapless floral print dress and spotted leggings, with matching floral-print cape, and blonde hair walked in, her gentle smile radiating through the boy, calming him down from his earlier rowdy state.

"I see you managed to work Shantotto into a tizzy… Congratulations, not many of us can do that! In any case, I'm the one the tended to your injuries, so just let me know if there's anything you need, OK?" the girl said, just in time for the boy the try and stand up. The boy groaned however, as a splitting pain tore through his head, and as he reached up, he felt his head wet… pulling his hand back, he found it covered in blood.

"BLAST! Please, go in my left-hand inside coat pocket and get me the white box with the red cross on it!" the boy said calmly, waiting patiently as the girl ran and got the item he had requested. Opening the box, the boy pulled out a small needle and, bracing himself, plunged the tip into his head, grinding his teeth in pain as he injected the contents into his head. Disposing of the needle, he began to write in excruciating pain. As the girl ran over to see if he was alright, she saw something horrifying: As if in slow motion, the flesh and bones on the boy's head were practically stitching themselves back together!

"Wh-what in the world?" the girl gasped as she staggered back into the door. Several seconds later, the boy stood up, put on the pair of tall, black boots that sat next to the bed, and reached for the door, only to be stopped by the girl.

"I'm sorry; I can't let you leave until I know your name! I have to introduce you to the group," the girl said. The boy smiled as he reached for the door handle.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, pretty lady," The boy said teasingly. The girl, not used to being spoken to that way, looked away as her face turned a deep crimson.

"Uh… m-my name's T-T-Terra…" She said shyly, and as the boy grabbed his coat form the door, he whispered in her ear, 'Nice to meet you, Terra. I'm Aldone; I hope we can get better acquainted later." Throwing the coat on, he opened the door and was immediately hit with the equivalent of a large cinderblock, directly in the chest. Winded, he stumbled back and watched as Terra started prying off a small lump of red metal and peach-coloured flesh, which was soon introduced as her rambunctious team mate Onion Knight. As each respective member of the team introduced themselves, Aldone stared at them, attempting to figure out how to categorize them. It was only after Cloud stepped forward to shake his hand that Aldone realized that categorizing wouldn't be needed. At least he'd found temporary traveling partners until he could figure how to get home… Little did he know who he was actually working with…

MEANWHILE…

Far away from the Crystal World, a man in a long, flowing cloak adorned with ornate skull ornaments, floated along to a small throne and sat down, allowing the long staff in his hand to float freely next to him, while several armoured beings stepped forward, followed by two scantily-clad women, and several others. As the last of the group, a lean youth with a feather in his hair, floated over, surrounded by several orbs of light, the man in the throne looked over at one of the women, who had grey hair and two tentacles attached to a point on her back, who carried several serious injuries that were literally smoking.

"I see that Dark Healing skill of yours is already working overtime, Cloud of Darkness," the man said, only to get the reply, "Oh really? Well, I'd like to see YOU survive an over-charged Ultima spell with little more that a few crushed bones and charred limbs, as well as burned flesh, EMPEROR MATEUS! Do you know how much energy I exerted trying to deflect THAT attack? When one pours as much power as that girl did, there is LITTLE chance of blocking!" Instead of thinking about what he'd said, the Emperor simply laughed.

"Well, do understand, dear woman, I would have blanked the attack with one of my traps. After all, you can't attack someone when you're lying nearly lifeless on the ground!" The Emperor proceeded to laugh maniacally while his injured comrade floated closer and closer to the ground, then finally lost consciousness and collapsed, falling flat on her face. For as fast and as powerful as her healing ability was, it didn't help much when she really needed it too.

"So, Mateus, what is your master plan for defeating Csomos' warriors?" A particularly heavily armoured being said in a deep, almost philosophical voice, his single glowing eye staring directly at the Emperor, although it seemed more as though he was staring vacantly into the distance beyond the throne-bound man.

"My plan, Golbez, is exactly as it was last time you asked me: Continue to sneak attack them until they succumb to fatigue, then destroy them all in one massive explosion!" The Emperor said, just as one of the livelier members of his team, a spry man in a heavily clashing clown-like outfit and clown paint, stepped up and said, "Of course, I'm not going to destroy mine! I'm going to string her up and torture her until she becomes my willing pawn! WEE~! I can just hear her screams of pain and anguish now! OH HO HO! I am SO EVIL!" The clown laughed until the metal-coated fist of one of the less-armoured figures, a man whose helmet was currently hanging on a two-bladed weapon that was stuck in the ground several feet away, struck him hard in the stomach. Winded, the mad clown flew away into a wall and screamed in rage as he regained his footing.

"G-GABRANTH, WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO THAT FOR?! I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EVIL RANT!" the clown shouted, rushing at the bronze-armoured warrior with a burning fist, only to have his fist pushed away and his head struck through a wall as the same man, in a thick Australian accent, said, "I care not for WHY you wish to do what you intend to do. Just know that I do NOT stand for a cowardly man taking his pains and hatred out on women. Those kinds of men anger me most. Keep your mind clear of those thoughts, Kefka," Gabranth said as he released Kefka's now heavily bleeding skull and returned to his weapon, placing his heavy helmet back on his head.

"So, to continue," The Emperor said, his gaze straying from one point of the room to the next, "Who else is in favour of continuing my victory plan?" His question was answered by a rather obnoxious cry of "BOO!" from the door of the room. As the gazes of everyone, except the Cloud of Darkness, turned in the direction of the door, a figure appeared, more heavily clothed in armour then several of the men in the room.

"Your plan stinks of high hell! Your prey won't fall for it for too long. Just like my prey," the man said, his armour soon revealing itself to be demonic and a deep shade of purple, "Sooner or later, your targets are going to figure you out and rig every possible ambush site with countless traps. Then, it's goodbye ambush plan, and back to the old drawing board you'll go. I should know; I've spent the past few months at the drawing board, devising a new plan. Since I don't have one, I'm just going to do what I do best! DESTROY MY PREY'S LIFE!" The armoured man screeched in hysteric laughter.

"Excuse me, but this is an Invitation-only meeting, and I don't see you-" The Emperor said, before being cut off as the strange man seemingly teleported directly in front of him, holding up an armoured arm to display a Mark of Chaos.

"You're with us? Why haven't I seen you around these parts before?" The Emperor asked; he was soon met with the sarcastic answer, "Isn't it obvious? I JUST GOT HERE! YOU FOOL!" The Emperor's face contorted to one of frustration and rage upon being called a fool, just as a different armoured man, this one carrying a rather large weapon, stepped forward.

"I have a small problem with you suddenly coming out of no-where, boy. How about you prove your worth to me, as I'm one of the strongest of the group!" the man said, pulling his weapon up to rest on its tip on the floor. He was soon rejected as the boy shook his armoured head and chuckled.

"Sorry, Sir Garland, but in my world, you and your friends are folk legends; YOU are regarded as one of the WEAKEST baddies ever. You aren't strong at all, so I'll challenge who ever I feel like. And it's not you, weak man!" Garland stared at the boy, seemingly vacantly, for several minutes, before bursting out in hysteric laughter.

"That was very nicely done, boy! I like you! Since you know my name, why don't you tell us yours, new denizen of darkness?" the armoured man called Garland said, extending a hand that was soon shaken by the new guy.

"My name is Falcis Rancor. But you, like my prey, may call me…NITEWIND."

ED: "Chacarron Macarron" – El Mundo

To Be Continued…

And there you have it… One is annoying and a player, kind of like me in real life. Well, minus the player part. The other is … also annoying, and super psychotic, which you'll see more of in later chapters. Also like me in real life, because, if you know me personally, you'll know I am indeed, highly crazy. More will come soon. R&R, CONSTRUCTIVE FLAMES welcome!