Final Distance
Prologue-Fort Zeakden
This story is full of what ifs. The predominant one, however, is 'what if, somehow, Algus and Teta survived?' That is what this story is mostly about. If Teta lived, what would Algus have to do with it? Why would he have been ordered to shoot her in the first place? What would *spoiler* have to do with this? Read and find out.
Oh, one more thing. Final Fantasy Tactics doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Squaresoft. That means I am making no money off of this. I'm just your average penniless high school student, I can't even afford lunch… *sniff*
Ja ne,
Opal Teaterishidai
Algus looked briefly at the crossbow bolt, checking the flights. They were red. Sighing, he loaded the Night Killer. The flights were red for two reasons. One, they were from a very special type of bird, two, for the blood he had no choice but to spill. He aimed and waited for the command.
"Do it now," Zalbag ordered.
Algus pulled the trigger and closed his eyes, trying to block out the sound of the young girl's pained cry. Frowning, he loaded the second bolt and fired at Golagros. Delita had already begun to rush forward in rage. Algus closed his eyes again. This was it. It was over for him now.
* * *
Teta was only dimly aware off what was going on around her. The arrow had struck low and to the right, piercing her lung. Every breath was agonizing. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift. 'Why did he shoot me…why did Zalbag tell him to…' she frowned, shifting slightly as a wave of cure magic hit her. It wouldn't be enough, but maybe, if she could make it through the fight, they could get her back to Igros. Her mind drifted to the gunpowder in the storeroom of the fort. 'I hope it doesn't ignite,' she thought.
She silently watched the battle unfolded below her as her world dimmed. She could hear Ramza's desperate pleas, telling her to hang on for just a little longer. She could hear the battle below her, still raging on. Sighing, she relaxed, noticing the flights of the arrow, protruding from her chest. They were an incandescent red, the color of a phoenix feather. She smiled. 'At least,' she thought, her world dimming, 'It's not the end."
* * *
Algus sank to the ground, clutching his stomach, the dull, coppery taste of blood welling up in his mouth. He looked up at Delita with dull eyes. If only they would go check on Teta, he was sure she was okay, she had to be. He could hear Ramza yelling from above. Algus sighed, closing his eyes, desperately trying to ignore the pain that was ripping through his body. Ramza asked him something that he couldn't make out, his world rapidly dimming despite his efforts to remain conscious. He heard himself speak, though afterwards, he wasn't sure what he said. Maybe he hadn't said anything, he could no longer tell. He felt the cold snow hit him and realized he must've collapsed. His body went numb, and the world seemed to fade out of existence.
* * *
Ramza frowned, looking at Algus. The @#$%&*^ had been hiding something. He looked back at Delita, his heart going out to his friend as the brunette boy knelt beside his fallen sister. Ramza sighed, such a waste of life. Suddenly the fort shook, an explosion racking through it.
"Delita! We have to get out of here, now!" He yelled frantically. Delita didn't even look back at him. He simply held his sister closer, the fort going up in flames around him. Ramza called out again, but to no avail. Panicking, the blonde dropped everything and ran.
Sometimes, even the most different of people come together. Will this be true for Algus and Teta? What about Marlene!?…wait, wrong game. What about Delita? Does he know Teta's alive? Find out in the next part of Final Distance; That Night on the Ramparts.
Opal K. Teaterishidai
Prologue-Fort Zeakden
This story is full of what ifs. The predominant one, however, is 'what if, somehow, Algus and Teta survived?' That is what this story is mostly about. If Teta lived, what would Algus have to do with it? Why would he have been ordered to shoot her in the first place? What would *spoiler* have to do with this? Read and find out.
Oh, one more thing. Final Fantasy Tactics doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Squaresoft. That means I am making no money off of this. I'm just your average penniless high school student, I can't even afford lunch… *sniff*
Ja ne,
Opal Teaterishidai
Algus looked briefly at the crossbow bolt, checking the flights. They were red. Sighing, he loaded the Night Killer. The flights were red for two reasons. One, they were from a very special type of bird, two, for the blood he had no choice but to spill. He aimed and waited for the command.
"Do it now," Zalbag ordered.
Algus pulled the trigger and closed his eyes, trying to block out the sound of the young girl's pained cry. Frowning, he loaded the second bolt and fired at Golagros. Delita had already begun to rush forward in rage. Algus closed his eyes again. This was it. It was over for him now.
* * *
Teta was only dimly aware off what was going on around her. The arrow had struck low and to the right, piercing her lung. Every breath was agonizing. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift. 'Why did he shoot me…why did Zalbag tell him to…' she frowned, shifting slightly as a wave of cure magic hit her. It wouldn't be enough, but maybe, if she could make it through the fight, they could get her back to Igros. Her mind drifted to the gunpowder in the storeroom of the fort. 'I hope it doesn't ignite,' she thought.
She silently watched the battle unfolded below her as her world dimmed. She could hear Ramza's desperate pleas, telling her to hang on for just a little longer. She could hear the battle below her, still raging on. Sighing, she relaxed, noticing the flights of the arrow, protruding from her chest. They were an incandescent red, the color of a phoenix feather. She smiled. 'At least,' she thought, her world dimming, 'It's not the end."
* * *
Algus sank to the ground, clutching his stomach, the dull, coppery taste of blood welling up in his mouth. He looked up at Delita with dull eyes. If only they would go check on Teta, he was sure she was okay, she had to be. He could hear Ramza yelling from above. Algus sighed, closing his eyes, desperately trying to ignore the pain that was ripping through his body. Ramza asked him something that he couldn't make out, his world rapidly dimming despite his efforts to remain conscious. He heard himself speak, though afterwards, he wasn't sure what he said. Maybe he hadn't said anything, he could no longer tell. He felt the cold snow hit him and realized he must've collapsed. His body went numb, and the world seemed to fade out of existence.
* * *
Ramza frowned, looking at Algus. The @#$%&*^ had been hiding something. He looked back at Delita, his heart going out to his friend as the brunette boy knelt beside his fallen sister. Ramza sighed, such a waste of life. Suddenly the fort shook, an explosion racking through it.
"Delita! We have to get out of here, now!" He yelled frantically. Delita didn't even look back at him. He simply held his sister closer, the fort going up in flames around him. Ramza called out again, but to no avail. Panicking, the blonde dropped everything and ran.
Sometimes, even the most different of people come together. Will this be true for Algus and Teta? What about Marlene!?…wait, wrong game. What about Delita? Does he know Teta's alive? Find out in the next part of Final Distance; That Night on the Ramparts.
Opal K. Teaterishidai