Welcome! Again, I attempt to write a tale. My story is the scene where Vivi 'stops'. Though they never showed it, and it may not have even happened in the game. This is from what I think. Spoilers for those whom not reached the ending, though I shall try my best to make them small as possible so that all may enjoy my tale.
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Vivi hurried around, looking for this, searching for that. He had to get to Lindblum to catch airship to Alexandria. As he bent down to look for the tickets, Vivi suddenly felt tired. He didn't know why. He sat down on his bed and set the tickets on his desk next to a letter he had been writing. He sat down upon one of the many that now sat in a row by the kitchen of Quan's Dwelling. He had sons now. He had gone back to Dali and asked Sari to help him. Sari had been very lonely since the elderly man whom had once dwelled at the Mountain Observatory passed. They didn't have names yet. He was planning to ask his old friends for help at the annual play in Alexandria. Baku had promised it would be a 'so damn good, it would go in the history books'. Vivi wasn't sure but he defiantly was going. Just then, one of his sons, his youngest, walked up to him.
"Are you alright?" The young Black Mage asked.
"F-fine.... I'm just t-tired.... That's all...." Vivi stuttered. His oldest, and brightest son passed bye just then. He almost plowed over his youngest brother.
"Why are you blocking the passageway?" The elder brother asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
"N-nothin... I just thought that Papa was looking a bit... I don't know, not right," The little one said as he pointed to Vivi.
"Gosh! Father!" The older son had seen what the smaller one had missed. Vivi's eyes were dimming, "Father is...." The oldest son broke off, choking on his words, "Father...." Then Vivi realized it. He was stopping. He was.... Dying. This couldn't be! He was only ten years old, and he was dying of old age. Just like Kuja, though Kuja had made it to twenty.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Is Dad sick?"
The other mages chimed in, as they huddled around their father's bed. The oldest brother sighed. Then, after hesitating, he spoke:
"Father is stopping," He said lightly. He could not bring himself to say, or admit, that his father was dying. Some of his brothers wouldn't understand, and they would be frightened, so he just said 'stopping'.
"Stopping?" piped the second to oldest child, "Like those other mages in the Black Ma-" He was cut off when his older bother slapped his hand over the child's mouth.
"Shhh!" He hissed.
"Oh... Father? Your not old enough to d- er... Stop," the second oldest said.
"A lot of my younger friends already stopped... This is no surprise. I made all of you because I knew I was going to stop soon...." he said weakly, he was not even convincing himself. Hushed murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd of kids. Vivi ran his thoughts around.
~*~Thoughts~*~
I can't believe I'm stopping... No, dying.... I'm only ten! Zidane and Dagger are bother sixteen, Steiner is around twenty, who knows how old Amarant is, I know he's older than Zidane. I'm not scared. I used to be, but not anymore. Zidane, thank you for helping me. I had so much I wanted to do.... I wanted to travel the world and help people. I wanted to go show everyone my kids. I wanted to prove to the world that Black Mages are not bad! I wanted to visit Mr. 288 again, and to combine magic with Steiner like old times. I want to escort Eiko to places and stuff like we used to, but the thing I want to do most is to fight beside Zidane again. I want to help with the reconstruction of Burmecia. I wanted to do all those things, but I'll have to settle for what I have done, and what my legacy can do. I don't want to be talked about in pass tense. Like, 'He was a great friend'. Just because I'm gone, does it mean that I stop being a friend? Where did I come from? Where will I go when I die? What if I don't go anywhere? What if it's like I fall asleep and never wake up? Never having another conscious moment again, because I was created? Do I have a soul? Or is my soul just a illusion. What if my soul isn't real? What if things created don't have souls? It's too late now. I guess I'm going to find out. Zidane told me not to worry too much. So I wont, if I'm going down, I'm going down with a bang! Zidane... If your still out there, take care of Dagger, she loved you and you know it.... Steiner, don't let Beatrix go, trust me. Eiko, you'll find someone. unlike me, you still have time. A lot of time. Freya, you'll always have Fratley, love conquers all. Amarant, don't be alone. It's no fun to be alone. Quinta, learn the true meaning of good food. It's not the good ingredients, or and rich seasonings, it's the effort. It's the love and friendship you put in it. Then, there's you, Kuja, where ever you soul may be, if you had a soul that is..... I don't blame you. We are alike. Genomes and Black Mages. Soulless puppets, Lifespans, everything. I thank you, for giving me the chance to live. Thank you, everyone. I shall never forget the things you have taught me, nor will I forget you. Alrighty! Death, watch out! Vivi Ornitier is on his way! *Vivi acted as if his friends could hear his thoughts. He hoped they had heard him. He wouldn't be complete without knowing he had left his advice to them,* I'll miss you all....
~*~End thoughts~*~
"Father!" the children shouted in unison. Vivi's eyes flickered before going out completely. One by one, they sat down and cried, they wept for hours before realizing they had less than an hour to get to Lindblum before the airship to Alexandria left. If they didn't catch it, they would miss the play. Most of them didn't feel like going. A letter fluttered down from the desk next to their father's bed. One of the mages picked it up.
"I can't read, brother? Will you read it to us? I think Father wrote this to us..." He asked as he handed the elder brother the letter, whom nodded and took it. He cleared his throat and began to read aloud.
'This is to my kids when I have stopped. I know, I know, I'm a horrible father, even in death I must give them chores. Oh well, deal with it. I want all the world to know that Black Mages mean no harm, please do this for me.... I want you to do the things I have always wanted to do, just look in my journal. It doesn't matter if you look now that I'm gone. Below is.....'
The letter continued for a while. When the elder brother was done, everyone was in tears, but he just smiled.
"Well, I'm going to name myself. I, Vivi Ornitier II vow to carry out my father wishes!" He grabbed the tickets and began to head out, "Alrighty! Lets go!" Though the past was dark, the future was bright. Darkness closed around Quan's Dwelling as the last of Vivi's life drained from him. With heavy hearts but hopeful spirits, a band of young Black Mages that would change the world headed out into the horizon where their destiny awaited.
~*~He died to young, before his time. He never even got to enjoy life. He never got to feel life to it's true potential and only Kuja could be blamed, but is it right to blame the one whom gave him life in the first place?~*~ Something to ponder....
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Alright, truthfully, how bad was it? I think it was my best work, but I don't know about you... Hmmmm..... Sequel anyone? I don't know.... If I get 10 reviews or above, I'll get working on one right away.
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Vivi hurried around, looking for this, searching for that. He had to get to Lindblum to catch airship to Alexandria. As he bent down to look for the tickets, Vivi suddenly felt tired. He didn't know why. He sat down on his bed and set the tickets on his desk next to a letter he had been writing. He sat down upon one of the many that now sat in a row by the kitchen of Quan's Dwelling. He had sons now. He had gone back to Dali and asked Sari to help him. Sari had been very lonely since the elderly man whom had once dwelled at the Mountain Observatory passed. They didn't have names yet. He was planning to ask his old friends for help at the annual play in Alexandria. Baku had promised it would be a 'so damn good, it would go in the history books'. Vivi wasn't sure but he defiantly was going. Just then, one of his sons, his youngest, walked up to him.
"Are you alright?" The young Black Mage asked.
"F-fine.... I'm just t-tired.... That's all...." Vivi stuttered. His oldest, and brightest son passed bye just then. He almost plowed over his youngest brother.
"Why are you blocking the passageway?" The elder brother asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
"N-nothin... I just thought that Papa was looking a bit... I don't know, not right," The little one said as he pointed to Vivi.
"Gosh! Father!" The older son had seen what the smaller one had missed. Vivi's eyes were dimming, "Father is...." The oldest son broke off, choking on his words, "Father...." Then Vivi realized it. He was stopping. He was.... Dying. This couldn't be! He was only ten years old, and he was dying of old age. Just like Kuja, though Kuja had made it to twenty.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Is Dad sick?"
The other mages chimed in, as they huddled around their father's bed. The oldest brother sighed. Then, after hesitating, he spoke:
"Father is stopping," He said lightly. He could not bring himself to say, or admit, that his father was dying. Some of his brothers wouldn't understand, and they would be frightened, so he just said 'stopping'.
"Stopping?" piped the second to oldest child, "Like those other mages in the Black Ma-" He was cut off when his older bother slapped his hand over the child's mouth.
"Shhh!" He hissed.
"Oh... Father? Your not old enough to d- er... Stop," the second oldest said.
"A lot of my younger friends already stopped... This is no surprise. I made all of you because I knew I was going to stop soon...." he said weakly, he was not even convincing himself. Hushed murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd of kids. Vivi ran his thoughts around.
~*~Thoughts~*~
I can't believe I'm stopping... No, dying.... I'm only ten! Zidane and Dagger are bother sixteen, Steiner is around twenty, who knows how old Amarant is, I know he's older than Zidane. I'm not scared. I used to be, but not anymore. Zidane, thank you for helping me. I had so much I wanted to do.... I wanted to travel the world and help people. I wanted to go show everyone my kids. I wanted to prove to the world that Black Mages are not bad! I wanted to visit Mr. 288 again, and to combine magic with Steiner like old times. I want to escort Eiko to places and stuff like we used to, but the thing I want to do most is to fight beside Zidane again. I want to help with the reconstruction of Burmecia. I wanted to do all those things, but I'll have to settle for what I have done, and what my legacy can do. I don't want to be talked about in pass tense. Like, 'He was a great friend'. Just because I'm gone, does it mean that I stop being a friend? Where did I come from? Where will I go when I die? What if I don't go anywhere? What if it's like I fall asleep and never wake up? Never having another conscious moment again, because I was created? Do I have a soul? Or is my soul just a illusion. What if my soul isn't real? What if things created don't have souls? It's too late now. I guess I'm going to find out. Zidane told me not to worry too much. So I wont, if I'm going down, I'm going down with a bang! Zidane... If your still out there, take care of Dagger, she loved you and you know it.... Steiner, don't let Beatrix go, trust me. Eiko, you'll find someone. unlike me, you still have time. A lot of time. Freya, you'll always have Fratley, love conquers all. Amarant, don't be alone. It's no fun to be alone. Quinta, learn the true meaning of good food. It's not the good ingredients, or and rich seasonings, it's the effort. It's the love and friendship you put in it. Then, there's you, Kuja, where ever you soul may be, if you had a soul that is..... I don't blame you. We are alike. Genomes and Black Mages. Soulless puppets, Lifespans, everything. I thank you, for giving me the chance to live. Thank you, everyone. I shall never forget the things you have taught me, nor will I forget you. Alrighty! Death, watch out! Vivi Ornitier is on his way! *Vivi acted as if his friends could hear his thoughts. He hoped they had heard him. He wouldn't be complete without knowing he had left his advice to them,* I'll miss you all....
~*~End thoughts~*~
"Father!" the children shouted in unison. Vivi's eyes flickered before going out completely. One by one, they sat down and cried, they wept for hours before realizing they had less than an hour to get to Lindblum before the airship to Alexandria left. If they didn't catch it, they would miss the play. Most of them didn't feel like going. A letter fluttered down from the desk next to their father's bed. One of the mages picked it up.
"I can't read, brother? Will you read it to us? I think Father wrote this to us..." He asked as he handed the elder brother the letter, whom nodded and took it. He cleared his throat and began to read aloud.
'This is to my kids when I have stopped. I know, I know, I'm a horrible father, even in death I must give them chores. Oh well, deal with it. I want all the world to know that Black Mages mean no harm, please do this for me.... I want you to do the things I have always wanted to do, just look in my journal. It doesn't matter if you look now that I'm gone. Below is.....'
The letter continued for a while. When the elder brother was done, everyone was in tears, but he just smiled.
"Well, I'm going to name myself. I, Vivi Ornitier II vow to carry out my father wishes!" He grabbed the tickets and began to head out, "Alrighty! Lets go!" Though the past was dark, the future was bright. Darkness closed around Quan's Dwelling as the last of Vivi's life drained from him. With heavy hearts but hopeful spirits, a band of young Black Mages that would change the world headed out into the horizon where their destiny awaited.
~*~He died to young, before his time. He never even got to enjoy life. He never got to feel life to it's true potential and only Kuja could be blamed, but is it right to blame the one whom gave him life in the first place?~*~ Something to ponder....
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Alright, truthfully, how bad was it? I think it was my best work, but I don't know about you... Hmmmm..... Sequel anyone? I don't know.... If I get 10 reviews or above, I'll get working on one right away.