Note: Well, you know the deal. I don't own Final Fantasy. The names you don't know, I do.
"Too late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in Gods learn their fate."
-Judge Magister Bergan
Chapter III:
"Noah…Dammit Noah, wake up." I knew I wasn't dreaming, because I felt a gentle pressure on my side. Somebody was trying to wake me up. I turned onto my back and tried to open my eyes. I muttered the word "mother", hoping that she would reply, but there was no answer. My eyes began to clear through the haze of sleep, and it was not my mother who towered over me, but Basch. "Basch," I said, trying to sit up. "What's wrong? It's far too early for this…" Basch had a very dark look about him, as though something horrible just happened. He motioned me to get out of bed, and pointed to the window. "Look." He said, as the shadow under his eyes grew more and more. I wriggled my way out of the warm sanctuary that was my bed. My bare feet landed on the wooden floor with a quiet thud, and were instantly warmed by the abundant sunshine that entered the window. Basch moved to the side to let me through, and when I looked beyond the early morning haze, I knew what brought the shadow over his eyes.
They were here.
What had plagued Landis for so long had finally come. Rows and rows of imperial soldiers, all dressed in dull, wrought plate, marched down the Landisian thoroughfare. Some carried long spears, as though they were waiting for a surprise attack. I was mesmerized. The soldiers moved with such precision, each staying in their own rows and moving so rigidly. It was as though they were afraid; as though if someone were to break these lines, they would have been beaten to death. Such discipline the Archadians instilled in their forces. To say the least, I was rather impressed.
My mother opened the door behind us, and Basch and I instantly turned around. She walked toward us, and I moved away for the window. She put her hand on my shoulder and leaned towards the window. The sunlight dazzled off her ever-radiant skin, and for probably the last time in my life, I was at peace. "So, you have seen it?" She said, looking at Basch, then at me. I nodded sullenly. She sighed, and then looked down. "Do not forget this day, my sons," She muttered. Mother took out a rag from her back pocket and coughed into it with such fury, one would have thought she was about to cough up her heart. "Landis has fallen, and I am nearer to death." I reached for her hand, and I looked into her eyes. Oh, how I would miss those eyes. Those deep pools of cerulean blue so full of life, and soon all of that life would be lost. I could not wallow in the sorrow of my mother's death; I wouldn't allow myself. It was inevitable, and I knew that. I would enjoy the time I have with her, because in time, she would be lost to me.