Author's note: Hey everyone, how you doin'? Ok, this is my first fic, so please go easy on me? Pretty please? Hi, I'm LadyAeris1997, a big Wild Arms freak(I own Alter Code. Yay!). Some of you might have met my sis Euphoria6A. Show of hands of the people that met my sis? Hope you enjoy this fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wild Arms 3. I wish I did...(starts crying)
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The night was perfect. The crickets chirped quietly, which doesn't happen often in the wasteland. The night was cloudless, and the breezes, which were usually bitter and cold, were actually cool and pleasant. The floor that a certain group of Drifters were in was comfortably warm and slightly springy, almost feeling like a real bed. A young woman, defying sleep, silently got up so as not to wake her fellow comrades. She needed some private time; what she was about to do had to be kept a secret. She hated secrets. She knew the heavy weight of untold secrets, having heavy consequences on the mind, and, ultimately, the body itself. Before she went to go to do her errand, she looked towards her friends.
They were sleeping, their faces calm and untroubled. Clive slept in a way that reminded the girl how the dead were placed; the body was ruthlessly straight, and the hands were placed on the tummy, fingers intertwining. Gallows laid against a rock that almost resembled a pillow. The Baskar's head was on said 'pillow' and his body was also straight, yet his arms and legs were spreadeagled. Lastly, there was Jet. The silver-haired Drifter's sleeping position was placing his hands under his head, which served as a pillow. His legs were crossed. The girl gave a sigh, seeing that her friends were untroubled by anything, unlike her. She had something to do.
The girl scanned her surroundings; she needed to go to a private place. The area where she and her companions were making camp was a small area sparsely surrounded by large rocks. The place was a good camping site. With the stealth of a cat, she left, running towards a secret place, any secret place. The place needed to be far away from her allies. She ran, still using her keen vision to detect a suitable place. A few moments later she found it; a small cave located in a semi-large hill. It was small and very dusty, but it will do. She entered.
The cave was rather cramped, and she had to bend down a great deal to enter farther into the cave. No matter, she will make do with what she had. She finally reached the end of the small cave and sat down in a huddled way. From her bag, she proferred twelve mediums, all made of gold. She gave a soft smile. Holding these mediums gave her a sense of security. Now she can do what she must do.
"The coast is clear. We can have the meeting now," the girl whispered at the mediums. Almost at once, a faint light began to come out of the twelve objects she held. The light seemed to be gathering energy since the faint glow was starting to become brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the small beams of light shot straight into her head, and the girl instataneously went to sleep.
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This is a strange dream, Jet thought as he saw the events that were unfurling from his sleep. He saw Filgaia from the point of view in outer space. The planet was round and brown with little spots of light green. A desert planet with little vegetation. To his great surprise, the planet began to tremble and there was a bloodcurdling scream. Jet was shocked. The planet was shrieking. The planet's screams persisted until, a few moments later, the noise stopped. Suddenly, the planet turned to dust. Soon there was nothing left. Just as that event was finished, the vision was replaced by a different event.
This time, there was a burning town. The town was large and had a castle in the background. The sky was red, and dark clouds spotted the threatening sky. People were screaming, and children cried for their mothers. There was a kid beside a burning building that was stroking the head of a dead woman; the child thought that the corpse he held would come back to life by stroking. Monsters were invading the town, devouring, tearing apart, and injuring the poor people. Corpses littered the town left to right, and the people that were still alive were screaming in agony. Pools of blood started to form where piles of bodies rested. To Jet's horror, some of the townsfolk helped the monsters kill the people. He nearly looked away from this horrible scene when he noticed that some people put up a fight.
A small group were fighting the monsters and demons. They were using what seemed like magic, and out of all of the people, only one used an ARM. The young warrior was firing effectively with a shotgun ARM, killing many monsters before they harmed the townsfolk the young man tried to defend. The warrior had blue hair, blue jeans, a white shirt, and a brown vest. He was an adult. The others who were putting up a good fight with magic were males, using crest sorcery to protect the women and children. Some of the women had babies in their tight grasp, and the children kept close with the women, fear in their innocent eyes.
The group was making its way slowly to the exit of the town, which was the entrance. The fighters were making a beeline towards the exit, and they are reaching their goal. Hope was showing on the survivors' faces. A few monsters later, they were running out of the town. The exit was soon far behind them, and triumph was seen on the people's faces. The vision ended, to Jet's relief. He didn't think he could have taken more of the carnage of the town.
The last vision was odd; he was in a field of flowers, lush green grass growing as far as the eye could see. The sky was blue and calm, little fluffy white clouds scattered in the blue canvas.The area looked very similar to the vision of Filgaia's past splendor Jet had in Yggdrasil during his journey with his friends. Jet looked everywhere in front of him, looking for anything significant in this vision. Nothing, just the lush beauty of plantlife before him. Giving an irritated sigh, he turned around, and to his surprise, there was a figure in the distance, not too far away from where the silver-haired drifter was. A person seemed to be praying; the position the figure was in suggested that he or she was kneeling. Jet, with a sudden curiosity, began to walk towards the person. The figure was getting closer and closer as Jet walked towards the person. His eyes began to detect some features of the person. The person wore a dress, had long hair, and was undeniably female. Strange, Jet thought, the person's face was blurred out. He still kept walking towards the person. Just a few more steps, Jet thought. Just before he was two steps close to the figure he felt his body being pulled away from the vision. Darkness obscured his vision and as soon as that "trip" was over, Jet was knocked into consciousness. He woke up.
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Virginia woke up within her mind to have her meeting with the Guardians. The place she was in was very dark, and a luminous purple fog surrounded the area. This was the dream realm, the only place where a human can have direct contact with the Guardians of Filgaia.
She sat, waiting for the Guardians to come. Seconds later, one by one, they came. The Guardians made a circle around her, and they sat; obviously this meeting will be very important.
"Hello, Shaman Virginia." said all the Guardians at the same time. Virginia stood up, and bowed.
"Hello, Guardians." she said out loud. After that, she sat down.
There was silence. Virginia couldn't help notice that the Guardians seemed a little...discomforted, nervous. Curiosity got the best of her.
"What's wrong?" Virginia asked. "You all seem...tense." At that moment, the Guardians began to fidget slighly.
"There is a problem we must face," said Zephyr, the Guardian of hope. "The magnitude of this situation is very grave."
"It concerns Filgaia." said Raftina, Guardian of love.
"Really? Then tell me what's going on so I can deal with it!" declared Virginia in a determined voice. She looked at the Guardians for a reply.
"See here, the thing is that...Filgaia is dying." said Schurdark sadly. Upon hearing this, Virginia fell face-first(anime style!) to the floor.
"That's it?" Virginia said in a annoyed voice. "I already knew that."
"Wait, you didn't let me finish." Schurdark replied. "Filgaia is dying, we all know that. The thing is...our Mother Planet is losing its life energy much faster than expected."
"Wait, what does that mean? Is something taking away Filgaia's energy or what?" the impatient girl asked.
"No, nothing is threatening the planet," answered Luceid. "There is no enemy forces to take care of, so do not worry, Miss Virginia."
Now the Drifter girl was very confused. Filgaia is in danger but not from an enemy threat. And the Guardians seemed a bit calm about everything. Well, except for their fidgets. Seeing the look of annoyance on Virginia's face, Raftina said, "Virginia, please be patient with us. This problem has a solution, but..." the Guardian, to Virginia's big surprise, took a deep breath. "The solution means we have to give up something in return for the planet's safety." The Guardian paused to see if Virginia had something to say. A moment's silence.
"Please, continue," the Drifter girl said. The Guardian nodded.
"This is the problem. Remember Beatrice? She said that she needed people's memories in order to supply energy to the Yggdrasil system and create a new Filgaia. You defeated her, but resulted in Filgaia dissappearing. Using the generator and the people's memories, you were able to bring back Filgaia, correct?"
"Yes," Virginia said, "but what does that have to do with anything?"
"It has to do with everything," Raftina answered. "You see, the memories of everyone in Filgaia brought it back, but the problem is...everyone's memories only depicted a dying, weak Filgaia. The humans only thought of a fragile Filgaia that was near to death. As a result, the Yggdrasil generator resurrected Filgaia, but the planet that was reborn wasn't as strong as it was originally. The Filgaia that the people perceived was born."
"This means," Justine interrupted, "that the planet is very weak, and its death is approaching soon."
The Drifter girl gave a tiny gasp. "H-how soon?" she whispered.
"In around two weeks," answered Justine.
"W-what..?" whispered Virginia. This piece of information sunk in her mind, the idea of the planet's doom leering so close, and she suddenly felt a bit light-headed. "All we have for the Children of Filgaia to live is...two weeks?" she said in a faint voice. The Guardians bowed their head. That small action answered her question: yes.
Silence. That small silence that seemed to magnify every little sound ten-fold: the ruffling feathers of Raftina's wings, the crackling fire of Moor Gault's wings. Why...why must Filgaia die so soon...
"Do not worry," said Raftina. "There is a solution, but..." the Guardian's head bowed.
"It involves sacrifice," said Luceid. "We need to sacrifice something powerful to replenish Filgaia's energy. And we already found that energy source."
"Really!" Virginia exclaimed happily. "Then, can you tell me what this energy source is? If it's in Filgaia, I'll do my best to obtain it." The Drifter girl waited for a reply. That's when she noticed the pained look on the Guardian's faces.
"What is it?" Virginia asked.
"The energy source...is closer than you think." saild Luceid slowly. The Guardian looked at Raftina. "Please sister, I really don't want to go through with this!"
"But we must!" said Raftina with a slight tone of anger in her voice, turning to face her sister. "It's the only way!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Virginia said. A thought popped into her head. "Wait...Do you Guardians have to sacrifice yourselves!"
Raftina turned towards Virginia. "That is foolish! Filgaia needs us Guardians to govern the elements and feelings on it. One Guardian missing can cause great havoc on our Mother Planet! A Guardian sacrifice is out of the question."
"S-sorry." Virginia said sheepishly. "Wait, you haven't told me what or where the energy source is."
"Well, if we must..." sighed Luceid in a sad and slighly defeated tone. "The energy source is right in front of us. This source of energy is powerful enough to restore Figaia to its former glory."
Virginia grew confused. Right in front of them..? She looked around her. Nothing, except the Guardians, was there. The answer clicked into place. Virginia began to hyper-ventilate. N-no...it can't be...
"Me?" Virginia asked softly. Fear seemed to seep right into her body, clutching at her very heart. This can't be...why me?
"Yes, Virginia," Raftina said with a slight tone of sadness in her voice. "You are to be our sacrifice."
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Author's Note: Okay, I know this was probably a boring chapter, but I promise that it will get better! I'm a bit stressed out, but I promise to try and deliver a good story. Please review!