Reversal
Note: This takes place in an AU of my own creation, in which, after the events of the Ultima battle, Ramza was stuck in a time loop, his soul returned to his young body with memories intact. In hopes of making things right, he had planned and prepared for Teta to not be captured, and for her to live past Fort Zeakden unscathed. Unfortunately, things were going as before...but in an attempt to save his sister's life, Delita climbed towards the fort to her, and ended up being the one slain by Algus's stray arrow.
"Delita! Delita!"
Tears stung Ramza's eyes, fists clenched by his side, eyes glaring murder at the man from across the battlefield, that smirking face of the man who had, with his own hands, wrought upon the death of he who had not deserved it. Brother lied on his back on the blood-soaked snow as the sister sobbed over him, the red stuff staining her skin and dress even as she used every ounce of meagre magical knowledge to bring him back to life, to bring him back to consciousness.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"See there what it means for one to know his place." Algus's tone was sharp, venom falling from his tongue. "Commoners will always be commoners, and will always share the same fate."
This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to end this way...
Ramza's eyes became steel, hand touching the hilt of the familiar blade on his side, feet planted in the ground.
This was not how it was to be. He was supposed to have set it right...all that planning, years and years of planning...nobody was supposed to die. All were supposed to get out of this alive...
How cruel the Fates could be.
"Still thy tongue, lest I cut it from your throat."
He had lost a lover before, but kept his brother. But with his dream to save both caused his brother to be lost, but his lover still remaining.
"You don't understand, do you? What is it going to take in order to get you to see the truth? He's not like you—she's not like you! There's no reason for you to—"
He would die. On Teta's tears—the tears she was now able to cry, though why, why did Delita—and on the body of his fallen brother, Algus Sadalfas would die.
With a tear-choked battle cry, Ramza leapt from his position towards him, sword at the ready.
Just like before.
And just like before, in that terrible, empty time...the bastard would fall for his crimes.
