Confirming the Dead - Chapter I
"You think your alive…don't you. Appearing for a split second just to show people you are alive and well. Even if a split second you live in peoples hearts, you will slowly fade away. There is nothing you can do about it. You are not among the living. You are not even a soul. I took that from you a long time ago. Perhaps you think that there is still hope? Keep dreaming, you are dead. Just like I. Except, I was only dead for a short time. I will find you, and I will return your…empty shell back to hell."
Olan stood looking off into the distance, one month after Ramza's and Alma's sudden appearance during the funeral taking place for them. "They were in hell. There is no way anyone can return from hell. Unless someone helped him…but how" He thought to himself. He fiddled a stone in his hand as he pondered how they escaped.
"They never made it back, or so I hear." A voice claimed from behind a tree. Delita walked over to Olan. "Well. In a matter of speaking"
Olan sighed; he tossed the stone down the hill. "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. I just saw them."
"There bodies are here yes. The gods must have tried to save them from their own demise. I'm afraid they only pulled half out though. I'm afraid their souls didn't make it back. They don't remember anything. Not the war, anything. Only that they are brother and sister. It's pitiful really"
"Don't tease me Delita. I need to know the truth. Do you know where they are headed?"
"You don't really intend to go after them, do you?" Delita asked, chuckling.
"Would you?" Olan asked quietly.
"I want Ramza back…don't get me wrong. But the road is dangerous to where…I think they are headed, monsters, thieves, mercenaries, rebels, all sorts of dangers. I also am not exactly sure to where they are headed, or why. Even if we find them, how will we get them to remember us?"
"I don't care about any of that, Delita. Are you with me or not?"
"Fine" Delita calmly said "Ill come, but we might need more people…just incase"
"Of course" Olan said "Please get the chocobos ready, Ill look around for people, Ill also look for Ovelia she-"
"I am afraid Ovelia is dead" Delita interrupted. "She met an untimely death a month ago. I'm surprised you haven't heard about it. Listen, if you can't find anyone to assist us, I am fine with just us going"
"Alright, just get the Chocobos ready please…Delita." Olan said as he walked down a forested path back to town.
Delita walked over to where the Chocobos were. He raised his hand and pounded his fist onto one of the large birds. "Damn it, Olan! We aren't going to find them. They are lost forever. There is no way to get them back to normal. Not without their souls back." Delita furiously yelled to himself. "Knowing that bastard, he will want to go to hell to save their souls anyway"
Down the road from where the Chocobo stables were, a man in a cloak emerged from the tree line. He placed his sword, which had fresh blood on it, into his sheath. He shook his head. "Hope. It will kill the human race…or at least what is left of it. Ramza. Alma. They are lost forever and their bodies and their soul can no longer be reunited. Unless someone brought them from hell. The only way, however, a human can get to hell, while living, is to go through someone who has been there…or through…him…but the chances of him working for them are slim. They have hope. But even now, hope is hopeless."