When I first started writing this fic, Final Fantasy IV The After Years had not come out yet. Well now that it has, my story is considered AU. The title of my story may change.
Anyways, here is chapter one. Square owns FF. I own my original character.
"Are you still worried about him?" She gazed at her husband.
Glancing at her, he frowned. "Is it that obvious?"
She walked up behind him, enveloping his waist with her arms. "Cecil you know you can't keep anything from me. No, you hide it well."
He turned around to her grinning at him, and felt one come to his own face. "I should have known." His smile faded, letting the concern appear on his face. "I just think that he should stop isolating himself out on Mount Ordeals."
"He'll be fine out there, though I'm sure that's not what you're worried about."
He nodded. "He's more than capable of handling himself, even though the mountain should test his strength." He referred to the strange ability of the mountain to test its climbers, regardless of how well trained or armored they are. "No, I'm more worried about him being alone out there; no one to talk to, to confide in, or to test him in more ways than just physically."
A swift kiss to the cheek interrupted his thoughts. A surprised look "There, that should clear your head." She grinned at him. "I know that you can come up with something. Try thinking after you've had some rest."
"You're right. It is getting to be that time anyways. Shall we?" He lifted her up bridal style before she even had a chance to respond, earning a small squeak and giggle.
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The sound of wind rushing by his ears focused him every time. The drop was always a rush, yes, but the feeling of the launch was far more exhilarating than the drop. You could always fall off of something high to get that falling sensation. However, the feat of propelling yourself upwards, up to the skies, or however high you could go, was the great perk of being a dragoon.
He sighed, and took off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow. "No matter how many of these I destroy… I just cannot answer my questions." He thought out loud to himself. The various monsters around him were always different. This truly was a strange mountain. Although the undead were prevalent here, monsters ranging from basic goblins to the dragons only so far seen on the Lunarian moon were all present.
A low growl and rise in temperature from his left put him on guard, though a quick push from his legs took him out of immediate danger. He spotted the source of the growl to be a Flamehound, while still gaining altitude. Placing his Dragon Helm back on his head, he moved his body into position. The ancient power of the dragoons flowed through him, and he used it to stop his ascent, starting his attack.
It ended the same as every other jump. His Holy Lance found its mark, and the poor hound didn't even have a chance to whimper before it was destroyed.
"…What is it that's missing?"
Short, yes I know. This is my first fic in a long time. The idea just popped into my head one night, and thus this is what is started from it. We'll see what happens.