Losing a Companion
By Kuzlalala
This story will NEVER be in my Fanfic storyline. It's just a result of my curiosity. So, let's start.
At Jagd Dorsa, there was a huge fight between Clan Nutsy and a random clan.
BAM!
CLASH!
BOOM!
They fought hard, very hard. They tried so much from keeping their selves from death. No one EVER wants to lose their clan mates, especially strong ones. They have to fight fast before they die. Clan Nutsy have to do all that because they ran out of Phoenix Downs.
Hours later, all of Clan Nutsy's enemies were beaten. They had blood and many wounds on them. But wait, something bad is in the air. Marche was worried that he lost his most precious thing in Ivalice-ever!
A red mage viera named Gillian came to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Let's walk around here, first." Marche said.
"Why? Isn't this place abandoned? There could be undead fighting us again!"
"But..."
"Don't worry Gillian!" a man said behind them.
Suddenly, the man popped out. He was Ichbod, the Hunter. He used to be a soldier when Marche arrived at Ivalice, but his interest to missiles made him an archer and later a hunter.
"I bet that Marche has a lot of curiosity!" Ichbod continued.
"Fine, then. But if we die it's going to be your fault, Marche!" Gillian warned.
"But really. Why do you want to take a walk?" he asked to Marche.
"Well, I'm just looking around if everything's OK." Marche answered.
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Marche, Gillian, and Ichbod walked and walked until...
"KUPO!!!" a (kinda) squeaky voice was heard by Marche
"Montblanc?" Marche was shocked. He ran faster and faster.
The black mage moogle had blood on him; most of them were on his head. His clothes were torn by swords and blades. He was on the ground.
When Marche already arrived next to Montblanc, he held him from the ground while making tears.
Montblanc opened his eyes a bit and said,
"Kupopo... I'm sorry to leave, but... it was a good life."
The poor black mage moogle shed tears and continues.
"Bye-bye... Marche."
That was Montblanc's last words. After that he was rising from Marche's arms.
"Montblanc!" Marche cried. He tried to get Montblanc back, but it was too late. He already glowed and finally disappeared into sparkles of light.
He saw it.
He saw what he never wanted to see.
He saw the moogle.
His precious friend.
Montblanc has fallen... FALLEN!
Marche even cried more. He faced away from the location Montblanc died. Gillian and Ichbod took off their hats. It was a dramatic flow...
"Let's go." Marche said.
Everybody missed that poor moogle that day. Everybody felt sad when Marche told them the news. Especially Nono, which was Montblanc's little brother.
Marche will always visit Jagd Dorsa and say,
"I miss you, Montblanc."
THE END
I'll just say this again; this story is not part of my story line. If he is dead in the FFTA storyline, he will not appear in FFTA2
