Notes: Final Fantasy is my favorite RPG Series, but I felt that the only
thing FFVI didn't have was an adequate ending... FFIV showed what happened
to the lead characters at least - wedding! This is my version of what
happened. All FF chars are © of SquareSoft. Music by Nobou Uematsu is
stupendous.
Chapter 1: Home Coming
The sky was clear and there was nothing but clear sailing. Soon, they would be upon the village Narshe, where everything had begun. Where the slave crown had slipped of Terra's brow, where Locke fought with Mog and company, in the beginning, to save Terra from Emperor Ghestal, where Tritosh had been held, and fought to save him. The small mountain town was powered by steam and mining, the monsters there were weak, and had all fled. South of there, and to the east, The Returner Headquarters had been, and further south west was Figaro Kingdom's great Clockwork Castle. And it was all still there, but Kefka had driven and sunk a great deal of the world of Balance.
Relm and Gau chased each other around the deck, while Celes and Locke bickered over what to do with Boko, as Celes had named the little lost bird. "No no no! You're not keeping him!"
"Her!" She stuck her tongue out at the cocky bandit, "And I was once a General you know!"
"Yes! Of that wacko Ghestal's forces Magi girl!" That was it, and Celes kicked him in the groin sending doubling over in pain and hurt pride shouting an un-manly "OW!"
Below deck, Mog was playing with Umaro, scratching his belly and combing his mangy snow white fur. Setzer was playing darts and showing Cyan 'how it's done', while Edgar and Sabin discussed how to divvy up the kingdom.
"South Figaro needs to be in touch with us brother."
"Oh Edgar, what's a muscle man like me going to do there?"
"Well, I hear the women are cute." He winked.
"B... bbb.... brother!"
He laughed, "Oh come on Sabin, you could just collect for me information about the well-being of my people and their needs! See?"
Sabin shook his head, "I know you Edgar, you womanizing scoundrel," he laughed, "And I'm not like you in my tastes, but you have a good proposal there. I wonder if my little secluded shack still stands?"
"Well, we'll know when we get there. It's ashame Setzer's retiring this old barge, he wouldn't even sell it to me."
"Yeah, she's seen us through some pretty stormy weather, without her, we never would have gotten half way into Kefka's blasted tower. That citadel of destruction!"
And the chatter continued until Relm shouted out from above, "Narshe ho!"
"Kupo kupo! Kupappa! Kumamma! Kumit! Kupei! Kupow!" Mog bellowed at a gathering of fuzzy white creatures waving to the arriving vehicle. Among them were a crowd of people all waving at the return of their heroes. "Uggghhhhh! Uuuuraaaaahhh!" Umaro yowled, sounding something like an ailing Zombone and a Chimera with a stomach ache.
The ship touched down, and Locke grabbed up a pair of leather satchels packed tight with clothing and treasure from their adventures. "Well, I guess this is our stop! So long guys! Stop by any time! I hear they found some Black chocobos near Mobliz!"
Boko chirped and Celes stroked its little head, "Oh Locke! That's just a story! A legend! It's old as the story of Zeromus and the whale!"
"Oh I know that Celes, but if they're real they'll be worth a fortune!" His arms were laidened with the satchels and not only his possessions, but Celes' as well and she saw fit to try handing him one of her favorite momentos, a bouquet of silk roses Cyan made, which he was forced to hold in his teeth.
"Take care guys!" She waved heading off the gangplank followed by the moogle, pushing past them and quickly becoming lost in the mass of brothers and sisters he had. He turned then and called "Umaro!!!"
"Uhhhhaaauuu!!!" He moaned and jumped from the stern of the ship, and thudded in the middle of the mass of white teddy bear like creatures. Half of them fell over with an earth shaking thud, and Mog climbed atop his belly and gave him a hug.
"My sasquatch!"
Everyone laughed. Well, that was already 4 less of them, and Setzer turned to Gogo and asked politely, "Would you like to stay here in Narshe?"
"No." came the gravid voice of the shrouded one, and he, or she, watched them depart.
Rising up, Narshe disappeared into the mists of the mountains, and its own steam. Relm was enthusiastically calling and chanting her farewells and said "Invite me to the wedding!", though they were out of range. She already missed the little white fuzzy moogle with his pink bat wings and blue eyes, and Umaro, like a larger than life teddy bear.
"The Veldt's not too far from here Gau, shall we make that our next stop?"
Gau stooped, or rather, hanging half off the railing and looked at Setzer as if he still didn't understand much English. "Gau gau! Gau train monsters on Veldt!"
"Figaro is also about the same distance from here."
"I think that would be a fine idea Setzer, I miss my home, and we should get there before dark. I know! Since the sun's already setting, you shall be my guests! We'll have a feast in your honor!" Edgar said and slapped the nearest two people to him on the back, Sabin and Cyan, niether of whom budged foreward much at the unexpected slap. In fact, Edgar nearly winced in pain at the sting on his hands from Sabin's strong back and Cyan's armor.
"Yes! A feast! Alright Old man! We're gonna' eat tonight!" Relm cried out and danced around the ship with Gau again. Wherever there was free food, you could easily spot the green haired boy of the veldt.
"I am not an old man! I repeat, I am not an old man!" Strago scolded in a scratchy old whine of his. He whipped his cane about and struck the floor with the smaller end of it with a loud clap, then Setzer scowled at him, scolding not to damage his ship.
"We have to get you prettied up!" Relm announced, grabing Gau's ponytail and started using a brush to break away crusts of dirt and filth and tangles, which was no easy task as Gau wanted to do anything but stay still. It was hard work, but fun to watch, met with ocassional laughter, the children both seeming oblivious to it.
As predicted, the Ship approached Figaro Castle at the end of Day, fires were expectantly lit every day for the last weak, and blotted out all shadows, well, except one, standing on the ship's nose, his black shroud illuminated red-gold.
A round of cheers went up as the gangplank hit the sandy desert floor. First off the ship were Relm and Gau, followed in succession, by their Captain Setzer, Terra, Celes, Locke, Strago, Cyan, Shadow, Cid, and Sabin. Sabin had a huge pack flung over his shoulder which he carried with him carelessly. He was Prince Sabin of Figaro, but then the crowd's shouts turned to confused murmurs as their king was not to be seen among them.
He was below deck gathering his belongings and getting into his finest garbs. Among the mechanical oddities he brought back with them, was a crossbow, drill, chain-saw, air anchor, and an odd device called a camera. He had to replace something he called "Film", and most of his pictures, alive looking as anything Relm drew, were of monsters. These things made his pack oddly shaped to say the least.
He packed into his duffel bag, a gray wig, for when he was in disguise, and the drab garments he'd worn with it. He also packed up a goldish glinting armor, but kept the wrist pieces out. Into it also went a spray gun filled with weed toxin, and a red spy glass.
Edgar then looked in a mirror and brought out a comb. He undid his hair tie and combed his platinum gold tangles into straight and wavy mass. He then bound it again with a thin tie covered in beads of all colors, mostly royal blue and regal purple. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then undid his sash and the tie on his pants, and brought them to his ankles. Starring at the half-length mirror he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. If the king had any weakness, it was his vanity. He put on black silken trousers and newly shinned boots, they were strong, and durable, and lined with Rhabite fur. He tied the silk trousers and then over it, put on a silken shirt of tarnished gold with red ribbony designs along either side. Over this, he put on a gold breast plate that covered midway down his ribs. Over what was his waist, he put a deep red sash. Now the final touch, a deep blue cape , with a luminous pearly swathe of color washed over it from the wings of some of the larger bee-like insectoids that were now extinct.
The King hoisted his oddly shaped duffel bag up on his shoulders, as his brother did, but clumsily, and nearly lost his balance. He then grabbed up another smaller pack, and headed toward the gangplank, after blowing the candles out in his room.
At the top of the plank, he set down the smaller bag and waved to his people. "Citizens of Figaro Kingdom!" He bellowed, "We are free of Kefka's maddened tyranny! Free of Emperor Ghestal's thirst for power! And it is now, my people, that we can enjoy not only the liberation of Figaro, but of the world! In addition, I would like to also welcome my dear twin brother, Prince Sabin, back to the castle to help rule our fruitful desert kingdom!" And his short but eloquent speech won the cheers of the masses, and cast the limelight on Sabin, who had pulled the leg off some manner of bird at the feast, and had just sunk his teeth in for a massive bite. He nearly choked when Edgar called on him to say something.
Well, at this time, while the crowd cheered or laughed at the prince, Edgar took the opportunity to walk down the gangplank with his two oddly bulging bags, and slip into the palace unnoticed. He soon joined the feast, and having acquired the manners the Returners often showed, he delved into his food as his brother had.
The Chancellor at his side was shaking his head from side to side, "Your Majesty!" He argued, "You should be more civilized! What will your subjects think?"
He swallowed a large gulp of red wine and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and in a non-concerned tone replied, "That I'm human? Oh come now chancellor.... You know as well as anyone that the king is no god, nor do I believe I am. I am a man. I eat, sleep, drink, have bodily functions, urges, needs, as any man."
"I don't care about your needs or wants Majesty. This is publicly unsuitable! And your so-called friends are animals!" As if on cue, Gau jumped up on the one of the spits and grabbed a half raw roasting beast and started to eat it.
Edgar Roni Figaro merely laughed and gestured his hand foreword flicking it off as if it were nothing, "Well you should, it's a festive occasion you know Chancellor, we're supposed to be merry-making, not fussing about appearances. Everyone's happy but you you old sour puss." He took a bite of meat, a mouthful of potatoes, and the chancellor was at least glad he chewed before swallowing. "You should be glad we already dropped off Locke, Umaro, and Mog then." he said, waving a monstrous wing around then bringing it to his lips, making a pleased sound at how juicy the meat was, yet with a flaky breaded skin.
"Majesty! Th... those beasts!?" His glasses nearly fell off the end of his nose at that statement. Images of Umaro digging into a raw beast twice the size of the one Gau dismantled, entered his head and disturbed him greatly. For that matter, Mog dancing on the table, or the "treasure hunter" Locke, robbing the guests blind haunted him the rest of the night.
"Wonderful food! Double the chef's salary!" He ordered and then yelled "Pass the cranberry sauce!" He seemed to ignore the Chancellor's bellows the rest of the evening, laughing and talking with his companions about old times between bites.
Terra was nibbling at some steak and sipping a glass of wine, she also had a bit of a salad and a bowl of vegetable soup in some sort of monster broth. Rhobite, she thought, they were common a ways north before, and still were. There was dancing later on, and both Cyan and Edgar had her hand.
Shadow stood up, not sitting, and didn't go for any of the food really. He speared a steak with his knife for the young Lady Relm, but aside that, he didn't appear to take food. In reality, he did, a sizable meal at that, but he would slink off into the shadows to eat it, so no one realized it, or he, were ever gone. Some of the meat, he stole away inside, and smoked it to jerky cuts for travel. He'd never take off his mask, and never had before his friends. Friends? Parteners... He only cared for Interceptor's company, but the dog wasn't hungry, having accepted Relm's hospitality.
"Hello old friend." The first words he'd spoken all night, and pet the dog's head. "You remember don't you? Why I left?" as if it could respond to him, but the mostly black dog with brown paws and muzzle seemed to have a mutual understanding with the darkly clad ninja and barked. "Good." He closed his eyes, and sat back in a cold part of the castle till' dawn.
The normally burning desert was always cold at night, but the masses of people and fires on Figaro's doorstep made it seem much warmer. The night sky was blue to black, specked with a million stars and fresh air. From above the castle, it was a red sparkle in a sea of deep blue, and had the falcon been afloat, it would have seen it that way, a ray of warmth in a sea of night's bitter cold.
Chapter 1: Home Coming
The sky was clear and there was nothing but clear sailing. Soon, they would be upon the village Narshe, where everything had begun. Where the slave crown had slipped of Terra's brow, where Locke fought with Mog and company, in the beginning, to save Terra from Emperor Ghestal, where Tritosh had been held, and fought to save him. The small mountain town was powered by steam and mining, the monsters there were weak, and had all fled. South of there, and to the east, The Returner Headquarters had been, and further south west was Figaro Kingdom's great Clockwork Castle. And it was all still there, but Kefka had driven and sunk a great deal of the world of Balance.
Relm and Gau chased each other around the deck, while Celes and Locke bickered over what to do with Boko, as Celes had named the little lost bird. "No no no! You're not keeping him!"
"Her!" She stuck her tongue out at the cocky bandit, "And I was once a General you know!"
"Yes! Of that wacko Ghestal's forces Magi girl!" That was it, and Celes kicked him in the groin sending doubling over in pain and hurt pride shouting an un-manly "OW!"
Below deck, Mog was playing with Umaro, scratching his belly and combing his mangy snow white fur. Setzer was playing darts and showing Cyan 'how it's done', while Edgar and Sabin discussed how to divvy up the kingdom.
"South Figaro needs to be in touch with us brother."
"Oh Edgar, what's a muscle man like me going to do there?"
"Well, I hear the women are cute." He winked.
"B... bbb.... brother!"
He laughed, "Oh come on Sabin, you could just collect for me information about the well-being of my people and their needs! See?"
Sabin shook his head, "I know you Edgar, you womanizing scoundrel," he laughed, "And I'm not like you in my tastes, but you have a good proposal there. I wonder if my little secluded shack still stands?"
"Well, we'll know when we get there. It's ashame Setzer's retiring this old barge, he wouldn't even sell it to me."
"Yeah, she's seen us through some pretty stormy weather, without her, we never would have gotten half way into Kefka's blasted tower. That citadel of destruction!"
And the chatter continued until Relm shouted out from above, "Narshe ho!"
"Kupo kupo! Kupappa! Kumamma! Kumit! Kupei! Kupow!" Mog bellowed at a gathering of fuzzy white creatures waving to the arriving vehicle. Among them were a crowd of people all waving at the return of their heroes. "Uggghhhhh! Uuuuraaaaahhh!" Umaro yowled, sounding something like an ailing Zombone and a Chimera with a stomach ache.
The ship touched down, and Locke grabbed up a pair of leather satchels packed tight with clothing and treasure from their adventures. "Well, I guess this is our stop! So long guys! Stop by any time! I hear they found some Black chocobos near Mobliz!"
Boko chirped and Celes stroked its little head, "Oh Locke! That's just a story! A legend! It's old as the story of Zeromus and the whale!"
"Oh I know that Celes, but if they're real they'll be worth a fortune!" His arms were laidened with the satchels and not only his possessions, but Celes' as well and she saw fit to try handing him one of her favorite momentos, a bouquet of silk roses Cyan made, which he was forced to hold in his teeth.
"Take care guys!" She waved heading off the gangplank followed by the moogle, pushing past them and quickly becoming lost in the mass of brothers and sisters he had. He turned then and called "Umaro!!!"
"Uhhhhaaauuu!!!" He moaned and jumped from the stern of the ship, and thudded in the middle of the mass of white teddy bear like creatures. Half of them fell over with an earth shaking thud, and Mog climbed atop his belly and gave him a hug.
"My sasquatch!"
Everyone laughed. Well, that was already 4 less of them, and Setzer turned to Gogo and asked politely, "Would you like to stay here in Narshe?"
"No." came the gravid voice of the shrouded one, and he, or she, watched them depart.
Rising up, Narshe disappeared into the mists of the mountains, and its own steam. Relm was enthusiastically calling and chanting her farewells and said "Invite me to the wedding!", though they were out of range. She already missed the little white fuzzy moogle with his pink bat wings and blue eyes, and Umaro, like a larger than life teddy bear.
"The Veldt's not too far from here Gau, shall we make that our next stop?"
Gau stooped, or rather, hanging half off the railing and looked at Setzer as if he still didn't understand much English. "Gau gau! Gau train monsters on Veldt!"
"Figaro is also about the same distance from here."
"I think that would be a fine idea Setzer, I miss my home, and we should get there before dark. I know! Since the sun's already setting, you shall be my guests! We'll have a feast in your honor!" Edgar said and slapped the nearest two people to him on the back, Sabin and Cyan, niether of whom budged foreward much at the unexpected slap. In fact, Edgar nearly winced in pain at the sting on his hands from Sabin's strong back and Cyan's armor.
"Yes! A feast! Alright Old man! We're gonna' eat tonight!" Relm cried out and danced around the ship with Gau again. Wherever there was free food, you could easily spot the green haired boy of the veldt.
"I am not an old man! I repeat, I am not an old man!" Strago scolded in a scratchy old whine of his. He whipped his cane about and struck the floor with the smaller end of it with a loud clap, then Setzer scowled at him, scolding not to damage his ship.
"We have to get you prettied up!" Relm announced, grabing Gau's ponytail and started using a brush to break away crusts of dirt and filth and tangles, which was no easy task as Gau wanted to do anything but stay still. It was hard work, but fun to watch, met with ocassional laughter, the children both seeming oblivious to it.
As predicted, the Ship approached Figaro Castle at the end of Day, fires were expectantly lit every day for the last weak, and blotted out all shadows, well, except one, standing on the ship's nose, his black shroud illuminated red-gold.
A round of cheers went up as the gangplank hit the sandy desert floor. First off the ship were Relm and Gau, followed in succession, by their Captain Setzer, Terra, Celes, Locke, Strago, Cyan, Shadow, Cid, and Sabin. Sabin had a huge pack flung over his shoulder which he carried with him carelessly. He was Prince Sabin of Figaro, but then the crowd's shouts turned to confused murmurs as their king was not to be seen among them.
He was below deck gathering his belongings and getting into his finest garbs. Among the mechanical oddities he brought back with them, was a crossbow, drill, chain-saw, air anchor, and an odd device called a camera. He had to replace something he called "Film", and most of his pictures, alive looking as anything Relm drew, were of monsters. These things made his pack oddly shaped to say the least.
He packed into his duffel bag, a gray wig, for when he was in disguise, and the drab garments he'd worn with it. He also packed up a goldish glinting armor, but kept the wrist pieces out. Into it also went a spray gun filled with weed toxin, and a red spy glass.
Edgar then looked in a mirror and brought out a comb. He undid his hair tie and combed his platinum gold tangles into straight and wavy mass. He then bound it again with a thin tie covered in beads of all colors, mostly royal blue and regal purple. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then undid his sash and the tie on his pants, and brought them to his ankles. Starring at the half-length mirror he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. If the king had any weakness, it was his vanity. He put on black silken trousers and newly shinned boots, they were strong, and durable, and lined with Rhabite fur. He tied the silk trousers and then over it, put on a silken shirt of tarnished gold with red ribbony designs along either side. Over this, he put on a gold breast plate that covered midway down his ribs. Over what was his waist, he put a deep red sash. Now the final touch, a deep blue cape , with a luminous pearly swathe of color washed over it from the wings of some of the larger bee-like insectoids that were now extinct.
The King hoisted his oddly shaped duffel bag up on his shoulders, as his brother did, but clumsily, and nearly lost his balance. He then grabbed up another smaller pack, and headed toward the gangplank, after blowing the candles out in his room.
At the top of the plank, he set down the smaller bag and waved to his people. "Citizens of Figaro Kingdom!" He bellowed, "We are free of Kefka's maddened tyranny! Free of Emperor Ghestal's thirst for power! And it is now, my people, that we can enjoy not only the liberation of Figaro, but of the world! In addition, I would like to also welcome my dear twin brother, Prince Sabin, back to the castle to help rule our fruitful desert kingdom!" And his short but eloquent speech won the cheers of the masses, and cast the limelight on Sabin, who had pulled the leg off some manner of bird at the feast, and had just sunk his teeth in for a massive bite. He nearly choked when Edgar called on him to say something.
Well, at this time, while the crowd cheered or laughed at the prince, Edgar took the opportunity to walk down the gangplank with his two oddly bulging bags, and slip into the palace unnoticed. He soon joined the feast, and having acquired the manners the Returners often showed, he delved into his food as his brother had.
The Chancellor at his side was shaking his head from side to side, "Your Majesty!" He argued, "You should be more civilized! What will your subjects think?"
He swallowed a large gulp of red wine and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and in a non-concerned tone replied, "That I'm human? Oh come now chancellor.... You know as well as anyone that the king is no god, nor do I believe I am. I am a man. I eat, sleep, drink, have bodily functions, urges, needs, as any man."
"I don't care about your needs or wants Majesty. This is publicly unsuitable! And your so-called friends are animals!" As if on cue, Gau jumped up on the one of the spits and grabbed a half raw roasting beast and started to eat it.
Edgar Roni Figaro merely laughed and gestured his hand foreword flicking it off as if it were nothing, "Well you should, it's a festive occasion you know Chancellor, we're supposed to be merry-making, not fussing about appearances. Everyone's happy but you you old sour puss." He took a bite of meat, a mouthful of potatoes, and the chancellor was at least glad he chewed before swallowing. "You should be glad we already dropped off Locke, Umaro, and Mog then." he said, waving a monstrous wing around then bringing it to his lips, making a pleased sound at how juicy the meat was, yet with a flaky breaded skin.
"Majesty! Th... those beasts!?" His glasses nearly fell off the end of his nose at that statement. Images of Umaro digging into a raw beast twice the size of the one Gau dismantled, entered his head and disturbed him greatly. For that matter, Mog dancing on the table, or the "treasure hunter" Locke, robbing the guests blind haunted him the rest of the night.
"Wonderful food! Double the chef's salary!" He ordered and then yelled "Pass the cranberry sauce!" He seemed to ignore the Chancellor's bellows the rest of the evening, laughing and talking with his companions about old times between bites.
Terra was nibbling at some steak and sipping a glass of wine, she also had a bit of a salad and a bowl of vegetable soup in some sort of monster broth. Rhobite, she thought, they were common a ways north before, and still were. There was dancing later on, and both Cyan and Edgar had her hand.
Shadow stood up, not sitting, and didn't go for any of the food really. He speared a steak with his knife for the young Lady Relm, but aside that, he didn't appear to take food. In reality, he did, a sizable meal at that, but he would slink off into the shadows to eat it, so no one realized it, or he, were ever gone. Some of the meat, he stole away inside, and smoked it to jerky cuts for travel. He'd never take off his mask, and never had before his friends. Friends? Parteners... He only cared for Interceptor's company, but the dog wasn't hungry, having accepted Relm's hospitality.
"Hello old friend." The first words he'd spoken all night, and pet the dog's head. "You remember don't you? Why I left?" as if it could respond to him, but the mostly black dog with brown paws and muzzle seemed to have a mutual understanding with the darkly clad ninja and barked. "Good." He closed his eyes, and sat back in a cold part of the castle till' dawn.
The normally burning desert was always cold at night, but the masses of people and fires on Figaro's doorstep made it seem much warmer. The night sky was blue to black, specked with a million stars and fresh air. From above the castle, it was a red sparkle in a sea of deep blue, and had the falcon been afloat, it would have seen it that way, a ray of warmth in a sea of night's bitter cold.
