If life allows me
a Legend of Legaia fanfic
by Vick330 (the MadScientist)
***** Foreword *****
Two things inspired this fic. First, my girlfriend dared me to write a romantic story (usually I'm more at ease with humor), and since I am very much in love with her, I am taking a shot at it. In second place, I was disappointed with the game's ending, so I decided to imagine a conclusion more to my liking.
I dedicate this story to my beloved, blue-eyed sunshine, and also to all hopeless dreamers that, like myself, think that Love conquers all.
***** WARNING *****
The following story has mild sexual content (in chapter 4), it is an important part of the story, and not there for its own sake. If you are in any way disturbed by such material, please refrain from reading any further, as it is not my intention to offend anyone. Thank you.
***** Disclaimer *****
I don't own Legend Of Legaia, or its characters, and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn, I'm writing about it anyway.
***** Prologue *****
"If life allows me
But one insanity
Let it be my Love
My crazy Love for you
And should I lose life
In a moment, in an instant
Let me be filled forever
By you, sweet you"
(Poem to Noa, by Vahn)
***** Chapter 1 - Shattered Dreams *****
The red-haired girl finally collapsed on the rock pile, from sheer exhaustion. Two whole days, she had been piling them, as a funeral monument, for what remained of her brother. Bitter tears made grooves under her eyes, in the dirt and soot on her face.
Why was it that tears never dried up? Why was the pain in her heart, greater than that in her joints? Why had the fates been so cruel to her?
Uncontrollable sobs raked her body. Infinite grief clouded her soul. There had been a time, when she thought that, even if all was not perfect, she could still be happy. Alone, once more, unloved and unwanted, hated even, her heart ached, and the tears ran free.
Eighteen months ago, she had picked Cort from the remains of the Bio-Castle. A defenseless baby, he needed her, and she had decided to protect and care for him. Leaving Rim Elm, without a word of farewell to Vahn, had been hard. But he was spoken for, betrothed to Mei, unavailable. It had been better this way, for him anyway. Still, she had ached for him, longed for his presence, wept for what could never be.
After they had defeated the monster, that her very own kin had become, Gala had brought her, and a reborn Cort, to Biron monastery. They were safe there, but she needed to get farther from Rim Elm, and from a certain dark-haired man that haunted her dreams.
One night, she had gathered provisions, and ran away, towards the Wind Cave. To her surprise, the monk had been waiting for her, at the monastery's entrance. "Noa, where are you going?" He asked with obvious concern. Gala usually acted detached, and showed little emotion, but the girl's instincts told her of the gentleness of his heart, and the chaste friendship he felt for her.
"I'm sorry to leave like this, Gala, but I have to move on. I want to go look for someplace, that Cort and I can call home." She had said, ashamed at acting as a thief in the darkness.
"Home is where your heart is, my friend. You are not moving on, but trying to run away from your own feelings. You will not succeed, for they are inside you. Please reconsider."
He had not tried to stop her, even offering to be her traveling companion. Noa had refused, and made her way to Jeremi, for she loved the multileveled gardens. As a hero, she had been treated to a warm welcome.
Zalan had remarried to a sweet woman named Thara, which immediately took a liking to the gentle, red-haired girl, and insisted that they stayed with them. No one inquired about the baby; it had become common practice to adopt orphans, in the troubled times when the Mist scourged the land.
Noa got a job at the item shop, it was a whole new adventure for her, working instead of fighting, being part of a family, being loved. Thara proved to be a good friend, and taught her much of life among Humans. Zalan's son showed growing interest in the emerald-eyed girl. One evening, on Jeremi's upper level, while they were gazing at the stars, Pepe had planted a gentle kiss on her lips, making her feel all tingly inside, reminding her of her first kiss on the walkways of Sol, many months before. She could live happily like this, there would still be regrets, true, but the future looked bright.
And then, destiny had woven a dark thread for her and her brother. In a year, Cort had not grown, or gained weight, and was still on a milk diet. Noa wasn't the innocent girl that Vahn had met, so long ago on Mount Rikorua, anymore. She knew of babies, of growth, of the realities of life, and noticed the change of attitude towards her.
People that had been so gentle, a few months before, now looked at her with frightened looks. When she walked with Cort, the streets emptied in mere moments. They were being avoided, talked about in hushed tones. Resentment was brewing in the townsfolk, for this evil brought among them.
Ignorance breeds fear, and fear breeds hatred. Thara warned her that their lives were in danger, for the people of Jeremi had had their fill of dark magic. Sister and brother had fled towards Vidna, but the story of the 'demon-child' had spread like wildfire. Groups of hunters had come from all over, pursuing them with murderous intent.
Many times she ran, fast as the wind, leaving pursuers behind, the baby heavy as lead in her arms. At other times, she had stolen from hunter's camps, under the cover of darkness. Finally, they had found refuge in the mountains near the fishing hole between Jeremi and Vidna.
Noa had been raised in a similar environment, she found a cavern near a stream, and made a home for themselves there. She decided that later, when the baby had grown, for she still hoped he would, they would go back to the world of Humans. For the moment, they had all they needed to survive, water was plentiful, wild berries grew all over, and small game was abundant.
At first, she gave Cort a mix of water and crushed fruit, to replace the milk. The problem was solved, when she found, and nursed back to wholeness, a crippled mountain goat. The grateful animal decided to stay, and never wandered too far from the cavern.
But, the baby did not grow. In fact, he started getting younger and younger, at an accelerated rate. The consequences of his exposure to concentrated mist were finally catching up, reversing the aging process further. Noa hopelessly witnessed the gruesome outcome, as Cort went from baby, to newborn, to even earlier stages of development. Even after his death, the transformation continued, leaving but a shapeless mass of flesh, that his sister buried near the mountaintop, in a last gesture of affection and love.
a Legend of Legaia fanfic
by Vick330 (the MadScientist)
***** Foreword *****
Two things inspired this fic. First, my girlfriend dared me to write a romantic story (usually I'm more at ease with humor), and since I am very much in love with her, I am taking a shot at it. In second place, I was disappointed with the game's ending, so I decided to imagine a conclusion more to my liking.
I dedicate this story to my beloved, blue-eyed sunshine, and also to all hopeless dreamers that, like myself, think that Love conquers all.
***** WARNING *****
The following story has mild sexual content (in chapter 4), it is an important part of the story, and not there for its own sake. If you are in any way disturbed by such material, please refrain from reading any further, as it is not my intention to offend anyone. Thank you.
***** Disclaimer *****
I don't own Legend Of Legaia, or its characters, and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn, I'm writing about it anyway.
***** Prologue *****
"If life allows me
But one insanity
Let it be my Love
My crazy Love for you
And should I lose life
In a moment, in an instant
Let me be filled forever
By you, sweet you"
(Poem to Noa, by Vahn)
***** Chapter 1 - Shattered Dreams *****
The red-haired girl finally collapsed on the rock pile, from sheer exhaustion. Two whole days, she had been piling them, as a funeral monument, for what remained of her brother. Bitter tears made grooves under her eyes, in the dirt and soot on her face.
Why was it that tears never dried up? Why was the pain in her heart, greater than that in her joints? Why had the fates been so cruel to her?
Uncontrollable sobs raked her body. Infinite grief clouded her soul. There had been a time, when she thought that, even if all was not perfect, she could still be happy. Alone, once more, unloved and unwanted, hated even, her heart ached, and the tears ran free.
Eighteen months ago, she had picked Cort from the remains of the Bio-Castle. A defenseless baby, he needed her, and she had decided to protect and care for him. Leaving Rim Elm, without a word of farewell to Vahn, had been hard. But he was spoken for, betrothed to Mei, unavailable. It had been better this way, for him anyway. Still, she had ached for him, longed for his presence, wept for what could never be.
After they had defeated the monster, that her very own kin had become, Gala had brought her, and a reborn Cort, to Biron monastery. They were safe there, but she needed to get farther from Rim Elm, and from a certain dark-haired man that haunted her dreams.
One night, she had gathered provisions, and ran away, towards the Wind Cave. To her surprise, the monk had been waiting for her, at the monastery's entrance. "Noa, where are you going?" He asked with obvious concern. Gala usually acted detached, and showed little emotion, but the girl's instincts told her of the gentleness of his heart, and the chaste friendship he felt for her.
"I'm sorry to leave like this, Gala, but I have to move on. I want to go look for someplace, that Cort and I can call home." She had said, ashamed at acting as a thief in the darkness.
"Home is where your heart is, my friend. You are not moving on, but trying to run away from your own feelings. You will not succeed, for they are inside you. Please reconsider."
He had not tried to stop her, even offering to be her traveling companion. Noa had refused, and made her way to Jeremi, for she loved the multileveled gardens. As a hero, she had been treated to a warm welcome.
Zalan had remarried to a sweet woman named Thara, which immediately took a liking to the gentle, red-haired girl, and insisted that they stayed with them. No one inquired about the baby; it had become common practice to adopt orphans, in the troubled times when the Mist scourged the land.
Noa got a job at the item shop, it was a whole new adventure for her, working instead of fighting, being part of a family, being loved. Thara proved to be a good friend, and taught her much of life among Humans. Zalan's son showed growing interest in the emerald-eyed girl. One evening, on Jeremi's upper level, while they were gazing at the stars, Pepe had planted a gentle kiss on her lips, making her feel all tingly inside, reminding her of her first kiss on the walkways of Sol, many months before. She could live happily like this, there would still be regrets, true, but the future looked bright.
And then, destiny had woven a dark thread for her and her brother. In a year, Cort had not grown, or gained weight, and was still on a milk diet. Noa wasn't the innocent girl that Vahn had met, so long ago on Mount Rikorua, anymore. She knew of babies, of growth, of the realities of life, and noticed the change of attitude towards her.
People that had been so gentle, a few months before, now looked at her with frightened looks. When she walked with Cort, the streets emptied in mere moments. They were being avoided, talked about in hushed tones. Resentment was brewing in the townsfolk, for this evil brought among them.
Ignorance breeds fear, and fear breeds hatred. Thara warned her that their lives were in danger, for the people of Jeremi had had their fill of dark magic. Sister and brother had fled towards Vidna, but the story of the 'demon-child' had spread like wildfire. Groups of hunters had come from all over, pursuing them with murderous intent.
Many times she ran, fast as the wind, leaving pursuers behind, the baby heavy as lead in her arms. At other times, she had stolen from hunter's camps, under the cover of darkness. Finally, they had found refuge in the mountains near the fishing hole between Jeremi and Vidna.
Noa had been raised in a similar environment, she found a cavern near a stream, and made a home for themselves there. She decided that later, when the baby had grown, for she still hoped he would, they would go back to the world of Humans. For the moment, they had all they needed to survive, water was plentiful, wild berries grew all over, and small game was abundant.
At first, she gave Cort a mix of water and crushed fruit, to replace the milk. The problem was solved, when she found, and nursed back to wholeness, a crippled mountain goat. The grateful animal decided to stay, and never wandered too far from the cavern.
But, the baby did not grow. In fact, he started getting younger and younger, at an accelerated rate. The consequences of his exposure to concentrated mist were finally catching up, reversing the aging process further. Noa hopelessly witnessed the gruesome outcome, as Cort went from baby, to newborn, to even earlier stages of development. Even after his death, the transformation continued, leaving but a shapeless mass of flesh, that his sister buried near the mountaintop, in a last gesture of affection and love.
