Hello! Kazen here, this is my first fic ever, so please be nice. I got this idea while reading a bunch of other fanfics, and I figured I might as well go with it and see where I ended up. At the moment I don't have a lot planned for the story, besides following certain instances from the game (though I do reserve the right to break off and make whatever happen that pops into my head :)
Personally I'm not very confident in my writing, so please read and review. Everything is appreciated as long as it's not pointless flaming. If you have any ideas, for additional OCs (currently I only have one planned, maybe two if this goes long enough), for happenings in the story, or how I can make something more clear, please don't hesitate to say so. Compliments are welcome and always appreciated.
:The Ice and the Mage:
Myrche clutched his weapon tightly, doing his best to not drop it.
His breath came with difficulty. He knew he didn't have much stamina or "health" left.
He looked across the field. Ritz, Shara, and the rest of his clan were little better off. Montblanc and was on the ground, panting from exaustion, no longer able to flap his little bat-like wings.
The battle so far had been long and hard. Montblanc had seen the green sparkles over the trees, signalling a call for help. Everyone else in the clan had been busy with dispatch missions, so the two of them had rushed off as fast as they could.
He had been shocked to see Ritz there. Apparently she and Shara had been ambushed by a group of monsters, the most prominent being the two zombies who wouldn't stay dead and, much to their surprise, a moogle juggler.
As bad off as they were, the other group was in even worse shape.
The juggler and the two zombies were the only ones left. The moogle was panting for breath, barely able to stand. The zombies were little better off, but were proving incredibly difficult. Between Drain Touch and their innate ability to resurrect themselves after a while. they were proving almost impossible to kill.
Myrche gritted his teeth and rose to a fighting position. The biggest difficulty was that they needed both of the undead to be dead, as well as the moogle, before they could win, but the zombies were proving to be incredibly cunning. When one of them was about to bite the dust, the other would run away, making them chase after it and giving it's partner the time it needed to revive. Myrche cursed himself for not bringing an archer to backup Shara, who was struggling to fight the rage that the juggler's Firebomb had induced.
Unless they could find a way to take them all out at once, Myrche was afraid they would lose.
As if on cue, suddenly the wind stilled and the air turned frigid. Myrche blinked in surprise as what he recognized as an Illusionist's Freezeblink settled across the field. Ritz jumped in surprise as Montblanc fell unconscious as the icy spell took it's toll. She braced herself, knowing the pain that was about to come, but lost her concentration as she saw the juggler fall next. The spell was not affecting one side or the other, it was striking everyone on the field!
She fell to one knee as pain lanced across her chilled body. How could this be happening? she wondered. Neither side has an Illusionist. Even if there was one nearby, the rules of engagement ensure no one can interfere in another's battle.
She endured the cold until she thought she'd freeze, but just as quickly as it appeared, the spell dissipated and the weather returned to normal.
The judge looked around in mild surprise. He wasn't sure what had happened, but the moogle and the two zombies had both been KOed. Normally he would have investigated, but since both sides had been hit, it didn't count as cheating. He sighed, knowing the moogle was bound to complain, but made his decision. "Victory, clan Nutzy and it's allies." Since he had no idea who had delt the final blows, he held up his hands and three clusters of stars appeared, granting Ritz, Shara and Myrche, the only combatants still conscious, one judgepoint each.
He held his hands in the air a second time and cast the spell that would heal all injuries inflicted in the battle, but it was a slow process, normally taking a day to fully take effect. His duties done, he vanished.
Myrche dragged himself over to the two girls. "What happened? Did someone in your clan show up and help out?"
Ritz shook her head, too confused and weak to work up the energy to be snide, "You forget, my clan is all Viera. Viera can't cast illusion magic.
Myrche nodded and opened his mouth, when he was interrupted.
"Take that you freak!"
The three victors jumped as a harsh voice could be heard over the hill nearby.
They looked at each other, then by unspoken agreement headed up the hill to investigate.
They saw a small clearing littered with flickering flames that were floating in midair, the remnants of recently beaten bombs.
Across the way, they saw a Viera, her ears pointing defiantly at the sky, clad in a simple ice tunic and face to face with the sole surviving bomb. It didn't look happy.
"Come on you little wimp! It's just you and me now, none of your little friends to back you up! Hit me, I dare you!" She spread her arms wide, enticing him to strike. "I'm even wearing a nice little ice robe so it will hurt more, now do your worst!"
"If you want it so bad," the bomb replied in a voice that sounded more like a growl. "Then I'll grant your wish and bring you with me to the next life!"
Myrche was confused, until he looked around and realized with a shock, "There's no judge!"
"What?" Ritz and even the normally quiet Shara's jaws dropped as they looked around to verify what they'd just heard.
"Do your worst!" The Viera shouted, her voice sounding oddly low for her race.
Myrche realized what was about to happen seconds before it did, "Look out!!" He shouted, dragging Shara and Ritz to the ground.
The bomb smiled evilly, put it's arms on the girl's shoulders, pressed it's body against hers... and blew up.
Everyone held on tight to each other as the massive explosion threatened to fling them backwards. Ritz was worried. Few people could survive such a powerful attack.
When the smoke cleared, the Viera was standing there, covered in burns and tottering on her feet. "Finally, it took twenty of you before you finally got the guts to use that spell. Now I can eat tonight." Her robe smoking, she fell flat on her face.
"We've got to help her, without a judge, she could die!" Myrche jumped up and ran towards the fallen girl.
Ritz was just a moment behind him, concentrating even as she ran.
By the time she got there, her spell was complete, "Cura", she whispered, thankful she had bothered to learn the spell.
The holy energy floated from her hands and began to knit together the girls charred skin and numerous bruises.
Even after she had been healed, she didn't look very good. Her robe was shredded. The upper back was almost completely gone, two giant holes revealed much of the skin on her back.
"Will she be all right?", Myrche asked, himself unable to cast healing spells.
"I think so," Ritz followed Cura up with Regen, to help the other injuries heal faster.
"What job is she?" Shara asked.
For the first time, they looked at her gear. The Thor staff in her hand meant she was probably a mage, either a Summoner learning Ramuh, or a White Mage who was learning protect.
The blizzard robe she was wearing seemed to back up the idea, however she was also wearing a head band, something few mages would wear, as it did little to boost their stats.
They looked at eachother, unsure what to do with the unconscious girl, until they heard a voice.
"Where is everyone, kupo?" The tel tale voice of Montblanc could be heard over the hill.
"Over here," Shara shouted back.
A few moments later, Montblanc mounted the top of the hill and looked around, surprised. "Did you all go bomb hunting without me, kupo?"
Myrche shook his head, "No, this girl did. It seems like she fought them all, just so they would self-destruct on her, and she did it without a judge."
Montblanc came over and surveyed the girl with interest. "I've never seen someone crazy enough to take on a hoard of bombs without a judge nearby. What should we do with her?"
"We can't leave her here. Should we take her with us?"
"Looks like it's our only option," Ritz rearranged the girl's robe to ensure nothing would be revealed, gently picked her up and handed her to Marche. She gave him a piercing look, "If you do anything to that girl, I'll kill you."
Marche looked at her in shock, "You know I would never do something like that!" He shouted in defiance.
"I know. I just thought I'd give you a warning anyhow," She smiled evilly, turned and started walking towards Cyril, which wasn't far off, Shara right behind her.
Myrche sighed as Montblanc chuckled and followed the girls. Ritz was always making fun of him. Though he couldn't deny, as he looked at the girl in his arms, there was something different about her.
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Well? How did I do? I hope you liked it, as I said earlier, advice is always welcome, I'm very new at this.
Please, if you think the story is good enough to read the whole thing, please take the time to leave a comment and tell me what you think.
if you have any questions, feel free to ask them and I'll try to answer them in another chapter
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