Here we are, alternate universe, lots of swords, shields, armor and arrows. Magic of course too, can't have it without magic. Anyway final fantasy in a medieval era. Enjoy. Oh also imagine Lightning in her FF 13-2 armor, that was the inspiration.
Chapter One: On The Whispering Wind
The castle walls stood tall, overshadowing the sleepy village that took shelter under its ever watchful and powerful presence. The ornate stonework of Eidolion guardian statues mixed with the constant marches of elite warriors set the village's people at ease. But nothing raised more brows or conjured more stares than the two princesses that came along with those marches. Lightning Farron, who had given up her seat for the crown, road in front of her guard captain while the younger Lady Farron, Serah, sat in a decorated and armored carriage.
Outside the castle walls there was no real sense of security, and the Cocoon made by the sense of safety was undeniably deceitful. Young Lady Farron was no exception to the underground society of defected warriors and assassins led by Oerba Yun Fang and her second the charming Oerba Dia Vanille. Fang brought the strength, the tactics, while Vanille sat as the face to society. She hid their underground mischief as a successful textile mistress above ground. In truth she merely got to know marks, using her expensive silks and linens to get into homes of great value. The entire month prior her and some of those beneath Fang and herself had been working with the workers at the castle itself to figure out which color of silks might look best on Serah.
She'd gained valuable insight into the Farrons' schedules, including this march that would leave Serah mostly vulnerable so far behind her much more battle ready sister.
"Two elite guards and one within her carriage. With the so called Warrior Goddess Farron far into the village before Serah this should be much easier than another assault on them might be." Fang began to her crew, unfolding a map of the road they would take into the village to pay their monthly appearance to the noble that owned it. "So we ignore the Princess up front and bag us the little Farron in the carriage. Everyone got that? Cause as little trouble as possible."
"What about the guard captain Snow Villiers?"
"Hit him in the back of the head or something, the captain is a moron." Fang rolled her eyes. "He's got a thing for the Queen to be so it's not like he'll risk her."
A curt nod was issued from each of the 'workers'. Time for them to move out and they knew it, using the hidden passages beneath the town. Vanille would already be in her place, pretending to struggle with a cart trying to cross the street before the carriage got there giving them plenty of time. They moved through the crowd that lined the streets with easy, blending in seamlessly with their village garb that Vanille had supplied them all with. Sometimes covers had their advantages. The youngest of their group moved in first, pretending to be beggars that bothered the guards at the carriage until they were chased off. That's when Fang and her two partners moved in.
It was clean, the Farron princess grabbed and pulled from her carriage with a hood put over her head. There was a clamor from the crowd and shouts called out about a princess being kidnapped but they were much too late. Even Vanille cried out for the guards to keep her cover, but she wouldn't 'recall' anything that happened.
She's heavier than I thought she would be. Must be the... is that armor? Fang felt a sudden tension from the person over her shoulder and a sharp metal gauntlet hit across her back forcing her to her knees. A second knock to her chin and she was flat on the ground swords being drawn by her two companions. Wrong...Farron. She groaned on the ground as the hood was thrown beside her.
"I knew my sister was in danger." Came the annoyed voice, and the sound of a sword and shield being drawn forward. Fang watched through half closed eyes from the pain she felt particularly in her jaw. "Lead me out or I will kill all three of you." The tone was even and calm by the gaze was a glare that could chill an army.
Fang slide the collapsible lance from her belt and aimed it just under the Farron's chin causing the warrioress to still completely. "You listen to me sunshine, you're not leaving here unless I say so." She kicked herself up to her knees, keeping the lance trained on Lightning at all times. "You're going to come with us nicely after handing off your weapons or little Farron is going to lose a sister, yea?"
Her gaze narrowed sharply as if she didn't believe Fang for a moment but she did in fact surrender her sword. That fiery rage remained in her eyes even outnumbered and lacking the proper equipment to fight. Nevertheless Fang kept her lance against the princess's back as she prodded her down the hallway toward a room with a thick wooden door. It locked from the outside much like the dungeons deep and hidden within the castle. Unlike the castle this wasn't meant for torture it was meant for a princess to be held.
Fang may have been an assassin and captor but she was not crass and cruel. She'd furnished the cell with a soft bed, silk and linen blankets to match. A stand with parchment, ink, and a number of quills sat on one far wall and to the other was a vanity with various things. It didn't seem to suit the warrior Farron, but then again it was set for Serah not Lightning.
The generosity of her captors caught her off guard and the gaze softened for but a moment. Even though they were obviously bad people, and obviously going to exploit her sister they considered comfort and care of the princess. The door was shut, bolted and barred behind her with a small hole set in the top of the wooden door. She expected some harsh words and a stare through the hole but she got none. Her captors had merely left her to learn her room and make herself comfortable so to speak.
"Nice villains, who would have thought such a thing was possible." She mused to herself, beginning to remove her heavy armor to relax in the dark silk shirt and linen pants beneath. The silk shirt was laced down the front, revealing small diamonds of flawless, pale skin. The clothing both hugged and revealed curves in perfect places upon the princess's well toned body. "At least it is quiet and comfortable."
"How could you have gotten the wrong princess?" Vanille frowned deeply staring at Fang. "Fang are you listening to me?"
"Yea..." Fang frowned too, pacing the hallway between the entrance to Lightning's cell and her own quarters. She'd had the cell furnished nearby her and Valline's rooms so that the younger of them could calm the young miss but this wasn't what they had planned. "Well at least she hasn't tried to escape." Fang gave a slight shrug and a half smile.
"The rest of the plan goes on as usual right Fang?" Vanille cut into Fang's wandering thoughts once more.
"Of course, however, Lightning will be a bigger pain to care for." That seemed like it was going to be an understatement. "I'll offer her a bath, you tell the guards what to do."
Vanille gave an exasperated sigh before wandering off in her most distressed way. Fang mostly ignored it, having her own thoughts to deal with. On top of the still dull throb of her jaw and ache across her back. The eldest Farron had no lack of strength and that moderately set her on edge. She couldn't just send her guards as she could with Serah she had to go there personally lest the princess escape into the maze of tunnels.
She pushed herself up, swinging her lance onto the straps on her back as she stepped quickly down the steps into the hall that held Lightning. She reached for the doorknob and froze as her eyes fell upon the eldest Farron. Without her armor she was less intimidating and the beauty of her shone through. She was flawless, toned and strong but feminine in all the proper places. Laying across the bed there with her legs slightly spread attempting to relax gave Fang pause, making her run her tongue across her lips.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she unlocked and pushed open the door causing Lightning to bolt up defensively. "Whoa there sunshine, I'm not here to hurt ya." She felt those eyes glaring at her in disbelief.
"Do not call me sunshine."
"Whatever you say sunshine," she couldn't help but smirk as the glare intensified. "I'm here to offer you a bath." Her fingers curled around the length of her lance, preparing for an outburst but none came.
"I'll be here waiting." Lightning muttered motioning that she wished to be left alone.
Fang decided to indulge the princess in what she was used to for now at least. What could it hurt to fit a few things that she was used to?
Well there we go, I just had this urge after seeing that game's opening.