Remembrance
Zidane stood silently, looking across the huge expanse of nothingness which stretched endlessly across the desert.
He had eschewed contact with other people for months, now. Ever since his encounters with Necron, and the wisdom he had been given by the evil apparition, he had changed. No longer was he the happy-go-lucky teenager he had been before. He had since transformed into a melancholy being, drifting across the vast, bleak desert, contemplating life, it's meaning, it's purpose, what happened when it ended…
Fratley hoisted up his spear and began his long journey. To where? He didn't know. He just had an urge, an urge to uncover the mystery of his past. He knew that he was a prince of Bulmecia, Freya had told him that, but he wanted to explore other lands, experience new sights and sounds…
Steiner and his men grimly grabbed their armor, and donned it quickly. "We're going to find Zidane" Steiner shouted harshly to his 'loyal, competent, and skilled' troupe of battle-hardened Knights of Pluto, to which in response they deadpanned "Yes, sir…" and began their long and tiresome journey.
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"Fratley?!" Freya shouted.
"Fratley!?"
"Where are you, Fratley?!"
The Dragoon searched all around Alexandria's courtyard, searching in vain for the man she had shared so much with.
"Dammit! Fratley, where are you?!"
Freya knew that Fratley, even though he was once an expert warrior, would not survive long in the harsh wilderness.
If something happened to Fratley, then she just couldn't forgive herself…
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Kuja, too, strode silently across the searing hot desert, seeking only one thing: Revenge. After the disaster at Iifa Tree, his insanity had lapsed momentarily… But then returned in full force.
Kuja saw a small, defenseless desert lizard.
He brought his boots down upon it, crushing it and allowing his tears of anger and confusion to float down to its cold corpse…
Revenge would be his, he decided, and continued his hopeless march to find and annihilate the ones who had caused him pain.
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What is this? Kuja wondered as he held the oddly shaped staff in his hands. Weak and battered, Kuja had found the unusual wand in the sand, and, thinking it held some kind of magic, attempted to call up food and water with it.
He waved the wand in the air and spoke the arcane words of power, which prompted no reaction from the old, scratched staff.
The Genome held the frail stick in his arm, and threw it far away, then began to continue his walk towards retribution, but no sooner had the weapon fell to the ground, it had returned to his hand. Maybe it had a use after all… Kuja thought. He strapped the newfound treasure to his back, and continued his journey. Suddenly, he had a vague idea as to where his nemesis was, and instinctively followed this strange beacon towards his ultimate destiny and triumph.
Remembrance cackled inside of its wooden prison. Perhaps this Genome with delusions of grandeur would be entertaining…