Hello and welcome to my first posted Final Fantasy XII fic. I have written a few, but this one really stuck in my mind and I had to post it. I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This chapter was inspired by the picture of Ashe surrounded by red feathers.
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Her country was once again at war.
What was she to do? She had been hidden away and trained for years. She barely knew her own country in those years. She had watched it fall, yes, but so many people were changed with time, and along with them so many traditions.
She found that red comforted her. Perhaps it was because her mother would always wear red. It didn't matter where—a skirt, a belt, a shoe—but the color was always present. Perhaps it was because of her brothers' abilities to wrestle with each other so roughly for so long that their faces were a pleasant shade of cherry after.
She watched the charging men, those civilians whom she had watched change from boys to blood-thirsty revenge seekers. Their blood would spill red, she knew, and paint the plains with its rusted coloring.
Perhaps, she thought, her infatuation with red had to do with avenging her family, to rip the veins of those who had caused their deaths.
"Princess?" Vossler approached her now. "We are ready to make our move."
She nodded as there was a clash of metal near to their hiding place. Birds took flight, red birds that shed bright feathers as they flew off.
Ashe turned to Vossler, sword held tightly in her right hand. The feathers showered her.
"For the kingdom," Vossler said.
Ashe nodded.
"For the kingdom."
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So there we have it--Chapter one is completed. There will probably be around seven to eight chapters total, depending on how many pictures I find that inspire something out of me.
That little purple button is your best friend! I do acept flames, as long as they'll help my writing. Please, no "OMG THIS FIC SUX AND UR A BAD AUTHR!!!!1!!" My brain can't handle the bad spelling...