I wrote this story some time ago, shortly after playing through Final Fantasy Tactics and feeling deep emotional attachment to the tragic events at Fort Zeakden. This is one of the first poems I've ever shared with others apart from myself, and I consider it one of my better and most favorite works. There is a catch, though: don't read this story if you haven't finished Chapter 1 in Final Fantasy Tactics, otherwise you'll be in for an unpleasant surprise. Also, I do not own any part of Square Enix or Final Fantasy Tactics.


The snow was soft and gentle,

The wind seemed to whisper and coo.

The sun was brilliant and golden,

But my heart was torn in two.

The warmth of my devotion

Was taken all away,

And now I shall build your kingdom,

I haven't thrown you all away.

She could never replace you, sister,

All though my feelings for her are quite fond,

We were siblings, loving, you and I,

We had a truly unbreakable bond.

But with the cold wind of the fortress,

Came a colder wind of his heart,

And the arrow that I couldn't stop,

Tore your brother's life apart.

He stood there, smiling and grinning,

Like a demon over its prey,

I couldn't stand there and do nothing,

To your will I couldn't obey.

So I stabbed him over and over,

Until that wicked smile left his face,

The blood was soaked by the snow,

Like a vengeful, crimson lace.

You were there, the snow in your hair,

With a chill we'd both felt long ago,

Never would my life be the same,

It had taken a mortal blow.

If it wasn't for them, for the "nobles,"

They just used you as simple bait.

But how could they reject us commoners?

It was simply a matter of fate.

He tried to stop me from coming to you,

Well may he be damned, I say.

A friend to me he could never be,

As I bent down to where you lay.

The blast was silent in my toiled mind,

The torment would never end.

But you saved me, Teta, my only sister,

You are my only friend.