Prologue: Shadow Knight

by Shadow's Interceptor

Denied death, Clyde is forced to serve a cause not his own. Only a shadow can stop the looming tide, the voice says. But what happens when the man refuses to be the shadow? And when magic that no one expected is thrown into the mix... Post-game

I'm going to try an experiment. Enjoy my little guinea pigs, enjoy.

It is twelve years post game for Final Fantasy VI, with no changes in game plot except Shadow did not die as the game leads us to believe. If you would like an explanation of how this may have happened, my story Interceptor's Duty covers it.

I do not own FFVI and do not make any money from this story.

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Kefka had fallen. But that did not mean the world's troubles were over. Creatures still aged, sickened, and died. People still killed one another. The world went on as it always had and always would.

As all men do, the heroes of that world grew older. Some grew wiser, some more foolish. Some did not change at all. When it was their time, they died. It was to be expected. They were only human after all.

What was not expected was for some to die before their time. These things are never anticipated. A young artist, no more than a child when the world was broken, but a true hero in her own right, fell ill. Without the power of the espers there was no medicine, nor inborn magic strong enough to save her.

It was a great blow to all who knew her, but for one it was almost his destruction. Only a promise he had made kept him from following her into the afterlife. And only the memory of past mistakes kept him from going down the path he had traversed not so long ago. She had saved him from that fate once; he would not dishonor her memory by destroying himself that way.

So he did what he could. Changed his name. Traveled. Became a hunter of monsters. People called him to take down rouge creatures too powerful for the average person to handle. The Fight, The Hunt, and The Kill. Those were all he had left.

It was all that kept him sane.

All that kept him going.

All he had left to live for.

As he had years before, the man once more found himself praying for death to find him.

He had no idea that when he reached his ordained time to die that his shadowed soul, the thing he believed made him deserve death more than any other, would be the very thing used to call him back.

A Mystic's Vision. A New World. New Companions. A Dangerous Tide.

As it had forever been, the reaper was always one step behind him.

Shadow Knight

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If you just read this, I was just very mean to you. I'm writing a crossover and this is the prologue for said crossover. The actual story is posted in the Crossover section, under the title Shadow Knight. So if you liked what you saw here, why not stop by? There weren't a lot of hits on the crossover, (NONE) so I thought that maybe if I got the word out here, people would go there to read the real thing. Yes, I just tricked you. Don't worry; I have done something similar to the other fandom. You weren't the only ones I tricked.

Please don't hurt me.