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Chapter 13: What's In a Name?
"I had lived my life the only way that I had known. But, when the pillars of that life came crashing down, I could not stand and watch them fall. I turned and walked away"
-Ramza Beoulve
The battlefront lay looming ahead. Ramza sat on his Chocobo watching as many demons, and soldiers alike stormed onto the snow cover grounds. They panned out to cover more ground not entirely aware of the flanks Ramza had elsewhere. His ocean eyes were steady. Ramza had seen war before. Had fought countless battles to obtain the skills he now carried. Beside him was Agrias just as she had been since Orbonne Monastery some time ago.
Her hair was whipping her features slightly. Chocobo not as calm but, still reliable. Her armor kept Agrias soundly warm and safe. In a way of speaking. Her icicle eyes seemed to engulf him as she waited for Ramza's command.
"The Empire's forces grow ever closer Ramza. What be your orders?"
Ramza turned his Chocobo hand on hilt of his father's sword. "Tell them to send out orders to begin our side and rear attacks. Tell the two judges Annaliese and StarSea to follow me in. I shall lead us into the middle of it all." Agrias nodded and turned her steed around racing to the farthest reaches of their battalions.
Ramza waited for Agrias to return when she had returned he casually drew out his weapon. The sword glittered in early morning rays. Agrias drew out hers as did every single soldier standing beside, and behind them. Smirking Ramza gave a heavy battle cry! One Agrias enthusiastically countered as did the rest! Kicking heels into their birds Ramza and, Agrias were off! Racing down the small hill into the fields of snow! Ranks of soldiers and Judges followed in pursuit of their enemy. Each with sword, lance, bow or any weapon they had drawn! Across the void between them those of the Empire began charging ready to strike at the first to enter range!
StarSea drew back a notched arrow whispered a chant and let fly her missile! It sparked as if on fire and finally flashed a bright white! It blinded many but, not their army. Smirking Annaliese cast a shield over the two of them so no magi ck spells could be used against the duo. StarSea drew another arrow as her Chocobo continued to dart left and right. Ramza finally collided with an enemy, one so obviously a captain of sorts. It was a tall brooding demon with white, soulless eyes, and deep maroon flesh covered in thick onyx armor. It wielded a double-sided axe with silver edges. Immediately it swung up slicing through the Chocobos breast! Instinctively Ramza pushed off flipping to land on his own two feet face to face with said beast. At that same moment StarSea let fly a green tipped arrow. It flashed as before only emitting what seemed to be blue-green embers on several oncoming demons. Ramza paid it no mind instead began clashing weapons with his opponent.
Agrias clicked her heels into the bird slicing down a few smaller demons here and there. Glancing backward Agrias drew back her sword whispering as ice fell onto a demon close by Annaliese. The Elvaan woman saluted her and began casting spells once more. Advancing forward was rough and tedious. Ramza was still engaged with a captain and soon Agrias had found another larger. This one looked more like a general. He was Hume with chestnut hair and maroon armor. Weapon of choice was a morning star. His eyes were gray as a storm cloud. Agrias felt a cold chill run down her spine. This man was familiar in many ways. Halting her bird and jumping off Agrias darted attempting to use her crush punch. Adapting to such a move the General swung his weapon once, then twice! It clanged against her holy sword sending sparks flying. Agrias felt a cold wind bite, as her arms struggled to hold him back.
"It is thrilling to see you again" She heard him say in a throaty tone of voice. Her eyes met his and she knew.
"You?!...Still alive?" shock lined her response and he threw her back! Landing Agrias harshly on her buttocks.
"Yes, I am very much alive thanks to Elder. I am servant of the Empire and my Master!" he gave a coy smirk twisting his weapon in circular motions. "I was once of your kingdom. But...your Goddess did not accept me into her ranks as she did you and the others. So I pledged myself to a more divine power. One that has given me more power than I ever dreamt of! Once servant of the King, now a general of an Empire!"
Agrias shook her head. "You were a friend to us! A general to King Borneteth! You were...!"
"Demetri's half-brother? Yes I was, once. Once I was called Derekk so meager and lame. Now I am General Hasheen! Far greater than whom I was...Lower than dirt." he spat swinging as Agrias swung upward in reaction. "I am more than he was, and more than you...Ashemalia"
Agrias growled in fury pushing forward with all her might and casting another attack, "The devil's spirit of restlessness...Split Punch!" her voice cried filled with deep emotion.
While she fought hard Ramza pursued his enemy further. The demon swung wildly obviously poorly trained. Ramza swung cutting its' knee caps which forced it to cry out in agony! Infuriated it swung more hastily, blinded by visions of red. Each right swing won it nothing. One left swing had grazed Ramza's left cheek causing a small bloody streak to form. It looked on in joy not realizing as he stood there motionless Ramza grabbed his sword and jumped high into the air!As he collided with said demon his sword became buried in its' large almost lizard like skull.
"Poor judgment on his part." StarSea responded in a melancholy tone." her accent was there but not her usual banter.
Ramza nodded swinging his arm backwards causing a demons head to go rolling off its' shoulders. It was then they heard Agrias' shout! From a distance Ramza could see Agrias use her moves at a whim without hesitation. Her opponent was powerful, but Ramza knew from experience Agrias could hold her own.
"Aye fear not for ye mate Ramza. She has Annaliese after all." StarSea called notching arrows and hitting one target after another.
In agreement Ramza faced a wave of Humes and braced himself. There was no fear in Ramza's eyes. This any one could plainly see. All around time stood still, the shift in power was rightfully so. Many of the Empire's forces were in awe as more of Orlanian soldiers came from all angles now. Ramza smirked again. Victory on such a field would be his this day. Eyes a glow Ramza began to chant once more. A prayer as he lunged forward and took down a soldier then its' counterpart. One after another was hacked down like small trees. StarSea fired after him aiming for any stray Ramza's sword missed.
Swordplay was a dance any good warrior knew well. However a true warrior knew how to use any weapon without hesitation. This Agrias knew was her way to defeat such a monstrous man.
Agrias knelt eyes firmly to the blood stained snow. Not her own, of an others. She was not sure entirely. Hasheen was looming over her stone stiff body.
"Come now Ashemalia, where is the power bestowed by thy Goddess? Ha-ah aha!" he chuckled hand to stomach as he did so.
Flashes of another time blurred Agrias' vision. She knew what need be done. "Goddess power is pure...Not tainted like your false gods!" she swung her leg out knocking Hasheen off-balance. He corrected thus quickly growling as he swung and missed her head. Sliding Agrias made way between his legs and came up from Hasheen's backside. Eyes blazing with resolve she readied her blade once more. "You should know this! Once upon a time...she was your Goddess to!" Hasheen spun as Agrias sliced thin air. "Purest light bring judgment...Goddess blade!" A blue light enveloped Agrias! Was a move she had not used in ages. A gorgeous pale moonlight surrounded Hasheen scorching his body from every angle. At finality of her move Hasheen turned his head upward to the heavens. There came a white as snow blade with pale sparks reverberating from it. Such a power slid through Hasheen's soulless body! No blood spilled. Such a power could only purify what remained of Derekk.
What was once Hasheen fell on weak knees. Hasheen changed! Replaced with a frail looking Derekk. Eyes were steel-gray, hair a softer chestnut. A demonic presence seemed to lift from Derekk at this precise moment. His breaths were shallow. Death would come swiftly now. "I...I feel...free"
Agrias dropped her blade feeling sorrow overwhelm. "I was left no choice...Better this be thy fate, than remain a soulless walking corpse. Like a puppet on strings"
Derekk gave an open-mouthed grin as a light shined in his eyes. "I..I hear her voice..." Agrias quirked a brow. "Yes...our Goddess!" Derekk lifted a hand acting as though he was touching said Goddess. "I want..I want to see my brother again, divine Goddess..." Not a single word muttered as Derekk fell on his side, lifeless. Convulsing every so often.
Annaliese touched Agrias' shoulder reassuringly. "It was honorable what ye did, Freeing such a tortured soul.."
Agrias nodded glancing toward Ramza whom began walking their way.
"Won the battle is for today...There will be many more like Derekk." Annaliese sighed praying for their lives.
Agrias closed her eyes. "Forgive me..."
Northern lands were stricken with an extremely early winter. Many had informed that winter always placed northern territories in Orlania in a vice for part of the year. Since the Empire appeared. Ramza though a brave and finely skilled warrior was no fool. Some battles could be won by stamina and strength alone. Others were best left alone. Some were not worth it. A battle with Agrias was one of those. Though Ramza had many a question he had made a decision to not press Agrias on the matter at hand. A wise choice. However confusing the knight had become since winning over the battlefield, Ramza felt it was best let be. He had questions many at that. This was a time for ignoring such things. After watching Agrias defeat a general, most of the Empire's men scurried back into the shadows from whence they came. It had given them time to set up camp, let alone tend to the dead. The first of many battles won. At the cost of several hundreds of lives. Casualties were a price one paid during tomes of war. Inevitable.
Most were pitching tents, setting up campfires and others hunted for food. Dusk was setting in rather quickly. So to dozens disposed of dead be fittingly and some burned demon corpses, alongside Hume followers. Ramza was busy at work with his rather large tent. It was an off beige color, with thick ropes, wooden stakes and poles to hold up its' weight. His was fairly large. Not as fancy and extravagant as the Judges' but, still a luxury in his opinion. Inside was a bed, smaller than what he was becoming accustomed to. It was covered in blue-green pillows and sheets. No where near as warm and soft as the ones in Star drifter had been. Ramza would truly miss the comfort of a decent bed, and feel of Relena's body pressed against his own. Off to one side was a large oak table with map sprawled out. Figurines marking battle plans. Candle light and a large fire pit lit up the void. Several chairs and one dining table marked all the furniture. Most of the tent was filled with weapons, armor and various other trinkets. Within silence was audible. Outside many were chatting merrily as they went about their business. Ramza found the silence was damn near deafening. A price of war, and solitude.
A small metal pole was placed into the fire, a pot dangling from it as Ramza prepared his gruel. Satisfied Ramza turned toward his dining table. It was built for no more than two, made of maple-wood. Sitting there was a candle and, a pitcher of spiced wine beside an iron mug. Compliments of judge StarSea. Sighing Ramza gratefully poured wine into his mug. Raising it to his lips he let the cool refreshment hit his tongue. It was sweet like summer cherries with an after taste of mangoes.
"Nothing is sweeter than Ivalician wine, I dare say." a voice quite familiar chimed.
Ramza turned eyes fixated on the source. What he saw baffled him.
"What? You act as if you have seen a ghost, ser Ramza?" a sweet soft voice. One Ramza knew well enough.
"O..Ovelia? But..they said you were"
"Dead? Yes quite the opposite my dear friend...An intricate lie I spun." She was wearing a white thick gown, with red fur-overcoat. Hair in a french twist.
"A lie?But, why? How?" Ramza's voice became strained, unsure. Though glad to see Ovelia well it was still unnerving.
Ovelia gave a gentle smile. "I am terribly sorry to confuse Ramza. I made a pact with an outsider. My life in exchange for want of their own. It matters not. I had to survive Ramza."
He cocked his head to one side. "I understand and I am glad you are here...Actually how did you come to be here Ovelia? Why are you here in a war zone?"
Ovelia waltzed to a chair beside the fire and sat down. "I came by ways of magi ck ser Ramza...I..I had to find you." Ramza came and knelt before his 'Queen'. "You are the only one who can save Ivalice."
Flatter smeared across his countenance. His eyes riddled with confusion. Ovelia sighed and took Ramza's glove less hand. Ramza was wearing a thin white tunic with blue leggings, feet bare. Ovelia noted the ring dangling from a thin silver chain. Her voice was raw emotion.
"There is a war coming Ramza" he chuckled despite trying to stifle such.
"Ovelia, have you gone mad? Orlania is already at war" Dumbfounded as to how Ovelia seemed oblivious to such given their surroundings.
Ovelia shook her head. "Please listen to me." Ramza nodded urging Ovelia to continue. "I came here to find you ser, Ramza. It is you whom can save Ivalice...I am caught in a tangled web of lies Ramza. Ones I have woven as well. Delita is a good man, blinded by corruption...It is that damn oracle! Fredrick! Delita was cold and calculating. But..He was never cruel, not even to me. In my paranoia I permitted this to be." she paused hoping Ramza was still listening. When satisfied he was Ovelia continued. "Delita sought to change our world. Punish those whom would abuse status and power. Rightfully so. In his corruption Delita has become what he always sought to destroy." Her eyes darkened as they met with Ramza's. "I...would have taken his life had I the chance."
Ramza nodded. "I understand your reasoning. Especially in deceiving many to believe ye dead...I do not however see what I have to do with any of it."
In that moment Ovelia's thumb traced over Ramza's rough but, sturdy hands almost comfortingly. "Thy brother's were wrong to deny thee, thy father's name. More deserving of such are ye...In all the shadows of my final days with Delita I felt our love dwindled. I became obsessed with said Oracle. I slunk about eavesdropping many a time. I came to learn terrible things Ramza." Ramza sat back a tad eyes glued on his dear friend. "The Empire plots more than war Ramza. They seek to attain divine power of gods. To use such as means to destroy all of our world. Enslaving any whom survive. They spoke of the auracites Ramza."
Ramza breathed heavily. A loud ringing in his ears. "You speak of the Zodiac stones? They are magicite that house Lucavi. I made sure none could ever find many of them." Voice lined with worry.
Ovelia took both his hands now in her own dainty ones. "They have reason to think the auracites still exist ser, Ramza...I know what you have done for Ivalice. You stood against the tides of hell, against our church. All to be deemed a heretic. But...you are honorable, loyal and just. You alone can save Ivalice, Ramza."
Ramza stood up moving aside to remove his now burning dinner. "There is more at stake than just Ivalice if what ye say is true..." his voice trailed off.
Ovelia dare not look his way. She could feel his train of thought.
"You speak of princess Relena?" no answer. "I see...you fancy her more so than ye should." jealousy.
Ramza huffed removing his dinner and pouring the contents into a small wooden bowl with spoon. Ovelia nodded knowing very well what Ramza's answer be.
"I see...then please. I have come a long way from home to find ye Ramza..." Ovelia stood up crossing over to Ramza touching his shoulder gingerly. "This world balances on a knife's edge. I would not ask of you if it were not essential."
Ramza turned around and sighed out-stretching his arms gruel spilling a bit on the damp grounds. He shrugged not knowing precisely what else to do. "Ovelia, I am sorry my hands are tied. If I do not lead in this war whom else will?"
She grit her teeth clenching a fist to breast. "They have those Judges they consider council! All I am asking is that you help bring peace to Ivalice as well. To stop what I know is coming even if you cannot see it!" Sighing Ovelia let both arms drop at her sides. Head bowing slightly. "Should everything I say be true...what will you do then?"
Ramza pondered but, not for very long. "I will fight as I have done so before." Ovelia laughed a short quick sound. Ramza set down his gruel. Standing before Ovelia with a stern look upon his face. "You are a dear friend. One I value. I promise nothing will happen to Ivalice. Nor Orlania."
The air around them was thin. Not like it was with Relena. Ovelia was a dear friend. Ramza cherished that. As he cherished many things. Hungry and not sure where this conversation would end up Ramza took is bowl and sat at his table. Taking a bite every few seconds. Starving after a long days fight. As he sat there eating Ovelia warmed by the fire. All seemed at ease. For the time being. A night wind began howling outside. A sign that darkness had covered the lands in a new blanket of snow, and ice. A few candles wax dripped onto the map and table. Some blew out dimming the room thoroughly.
"In the morn we shall tell Agrias and the Judge's of your presence here. Perhaps they will see fit to have you escorted to the palace in Star drifter." He spoke between mouthfuls of thick gruel. Sipping on his spiced wine every so often.
Ovelia watched him eyes weary. "My mage is lurking about among your ranks. When time comes that I leave, he will take me. That I assure you."
Ramza nodded taking another bite. "Very well, I insist on informing Agrias...You are quite dear to her."
Ovelia smiled softly. "As she was once dear to me, ser Ramza...I would leave knowledge of my presence hush for now. My friend has stated another battle will not ensue for two days time. By then I will take leave. Agrias will only falter in stride knowing I am here."
"Very well. You may take my bed tonight."
Ovelia fiddled with her wedding band. "Thank you ser Ramza. Thank you."
Relena stared out into the kingdom she loved. Her father had guaranteed marriage to Ramza. That was enough for her. Turning hr gaze to one side Relena met with the glory of pharos. It vibrated with ancient magi ck. Calling to Relena as a siren to sailors on the sea. Her hair was free to blow in a gentle breeze. Wearing a form-fitting silver gown that dipped low into her cleavage, a few silver bracelets, and necklaces adorning her. They added a sparkle to the pale, princess. The dress was made of silk with thin straps to hold it up, silver chains dangling from each shoulder. Shoes were thin ballet flats, plain silver ones. In hand Relena held a letter from Ramza. It appeared that the battalions had begun a second battle. The first had been naught but, a folly. This one he had stated was far rougher. They still had managed to push the Empire's forces back.
Outward Relena appeared relieved. Inside her stomach was in knots! Traveling had taken them several weeks almost nearly two months time to reach tip of the north. It was almost late Scorpio by now. Relena would soon have a celebration of her birth. One strewn with worry on many faces. Relena would turn nineteen. One year past her ascension into womanhood. Her room was like a cell as of late. A dark lonesome cell.
"I dare say you miss him?" more a statement than a question.
Relena covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Eyes dancing with amusement. Alma joined the young princess. Wearing a simple white peasant blouse, with long wide sleeves, dark brown leggings and white knee-high battle boots. Hand bare, unusually so. Still a pair of dark brown leather gloves were tied to Alma's brass buckled pink sash. Hair in a sideways tail streaming over her left shoulder. Alma's face was a tad plumper, since she had eaten extravagant meals. A large change from her earlier endeavors before meeting Relena.
"Of course I miss him Alma...Granted you make everything brighter for me, I still hold a longing at heart."
Alma shook her head. "Hmm...sometimes I swear you sound like our mother. She would often times stand by the river that passed along Eagrose. Always patiently waiting for our father to return home."
Relena faced her companion. Intrigued. "Always you say?" Alma nodded briefly aware her eyes became hollow. "Admirable that she be so loyal."
"Our brothers were of wedlock. Ramza and I were not...They were dreadfully cruel to my mother on many occasions...Waiting for him was all she could do to ignore their snide remarks."
Relena's smile fell into a frown at that. "That is awful Alma! Did thy father not scold them for such things?"
Alma shook her head side to side. "No, our mother was a private person. She would keep so much inside. Not wanting to cause harm to a relationship between our brothers and father."
Relena leaned against the balcony edge. "You speak in low tones about your mother. Why?"
Alma swallowed hard. Emotions running rampant through her. "Our mother died when we were fairly young. When mother passed Ramza decided to pursue knighthood hoping to win father's favor. I was sent off to a monastery. Always behind bars it seemed. Dycedarg thought it best." Alma sighed shaking a bit. "Our mother was so radiant, and wise. I remember all the times she sat us beside the river awaiting father's return. She always smelled of peppermints, and sweet lilac. I never saw my mother shed a tear. Ever."
"If I be permitted to ask...how did she die?" Relena's voice was light and sympathetic.
Alma let a single tear slide from her right eye. Wiping it as quickly as it fell. "My mother died from some sort of illness. It caused a chest splitting cough, vomiting and eventually a fever. It was the fever that had done my mother in...Father wept in shadow for weeks...Ramza was my rock though we both been small. When I would feel sad Ramza cheered me up. When I felt lonely, there was Ramza to hold my hand...I vaguely remember those days but...her death rings the clearest next to my father's." Alma trailed off hugging herself.
Relena instinctively embraced her friend. Feeling a deep sadness overwhelm her spirits. "I am sorry Alma...I should not have asked."
Alma breathed in and out deep breaths. "No...There be no harm done. Some memories are much more pleasant than others." Alma in turn gave a weak smile of reassurance.
Relena released Alma watching the girl with careful eyes. Like a mother would its' young one.
"I am fine Relena! Truly." Now Alma retaliated with a bright and cheery smile. "I suppose we should discuss other things that are less depressing."
Relena had to agree and instead of standing about outside they headed into the bed chambers. Alma most say was a quiet woman among the court. As was princess Relena. Inside her bed chambers both were far more lovely. Valera stood at a distance always thoroughly amused by both women. Alma was good at getting Relena to act more spontaneously. Today however Valera noticed a change in her lady's demeanor. Relena appeared to be far more worn down than normal. Sitting still as a wave of nausea would overcome her senses. Alma had insisted on Relena relaxing alone, but the princess refused. Stating she was merely catching a bug, or tired as she had not slept well. Valera knew Relena was not well this day. If it persisted Valera would nip it in the bud. If it ceased Valera's job was all the more easier.
Outside the sun began to set. Dark purple hues creasing a usually blue sky. Tonight Relena was to perform the Offering of the Goddess. Tonight they would all stand before pharos reciting ancient words of praise and prayer. All of the inhabitants remaining had prepared for weeks. Twas a day many conceded as holy. A reminder they were not alone in this world.
Night fell upon Orlania. As stars began to twinkle high above in the heavens, thousands of families gathered outside the pharos. All had in hand paper lanterns. Dragons and moons decorating the unlit favors. Alma felt giddy standing beside Rapha, Valmafra and of course Valera. Marach was to be playing a part in said story. Borneteth appeared wearing a long ivory habit. His beard was freshly trimmed, eyes still so lost. Lately the great king had begun to look flax. Age was finally catching up with him. Much of the city was strewn with silver banners, painted flowers and works of art. Many had masks of all zodiac signs, animals. People had come from all over to rejoice in honor of the Goddess. It was always a time of remembrance.
A tall man resembling When Marach appeared many could barely tell it was him that walked forward up the cracking steps of pharos, toward Borneteth. Wearing a bulk ivory habit to mimic his great kings! A serpents mask covering face from view. His tan calloused hands were raised palms up toward the heavens.
"Many ages ago our world was a great and powerful unified nation. Created by gods from aeons old. Creating all life, law, and valley. Upon our freshly carved soil mankind began to sprout. Watched over and beloved by a great goddess whom was sent as caretaker of our precious world..." As Marach said this, Relena appeared in her silver gown carrying a quartz crystal to represent magicite, or rather auracite. Relena's eyes were heavily rimmed with blue-silver kohl, lashes thicker, lips painted a soft blueish hue. "With her great wisdom, our Goddess brought to man magic k! It swarmed our senses from many reaches and planes. To show us she meant to stay, the Goddess built starsong known to many as pharos. A gateway between this realm and that of the gods..." Relena began to hum a soft melody. As she did many swayed to the beat. "The Goddess helped create our laws, build our civilizations, beliefs and spirits...She was beloved by all as we were beloved by she." Alma tilted her head. Something was faintly familiar.
Three young children came up before Relena dressed in makeshift armor for play. They wore dragon shaped helms, lances, and wooden swords in hand. Two were female with dark cherry-chestnut hair. Twins as far as any could tell. Both with gray eyes like storm clouds. Once believed to be a sign of premature birth. Twins were rare in Orlania and treated as such. Consider magi ck born by all. The boy was raven haired to his chin with dark blue eyes, tan skin like Marach. They all had shooting stars painted on their foreheads. No more than twelve. The girls maybe 10. They knelt before Relena smiling though struggling to remain lost in the moment. It was then Alma noticed Valmafra becoming anxious. Shifting from foot to foot.
"As time passed our intermingled races began to shape many things. But...the goddess bestowed great gifts and admiration to those most devout. They were called the Dragoons. Soldiers of the Goddess. Forever to serve and protect. They were marked by stars. Each was given a similar star tattoo marking them as Servants to the most high." Alma's eyes shot toward Valmafra. Whom always seemed to be rubbing her left wrist, subconsciously. But why? "Our goddess pure in spirit, kept all this world at peace." Then several others appeared. Twelve all wearing each zodiac specific animal. Some taller folk held up dark gray painted clouds and streamers of bright yellows. Making noises as they moved representing thunder and, rain.
Alma stepped forward Valera grasping at the blouses' sleeve to hold the small girl back. Alma made not to move far just a smidgen closer to see every fine detail these children made. Relena stepped to Marach's left carrying the makeshift auracite by her chest. As Relena walked a mist followed. That small blue light echoed from Relena's palms and eyes. Entrancing to say the least. Many shrieked in mock terror, while the children jumped before Relena making strange making strange noises.
"Alas the harmony was severed...From the deep recesses of shadow emerged the Lucavi. Demons of the twelve Zodiac signs. Once Scions of gods above! Fallen from perpetual grace! They stormed what was our world desecrating much, and possessing many. Humes and other races alike became blood thirsty beings." As he spoke the three 'Dragoon' children fake fought the twelve. Falling to knees in defeat. "Even the Dragoons chosen of the Goddess were no match. Mankind cried out for help, begging and pleading with the goddess to spare them. She in response waged war against the twelve. The battlefield split our world apart. Fearful that her powers would subdue all life, she turned to humanity. From mists of far away appeared a brave soldier. Accompanied by twelve soldiers each bearing marks of twelve heaven houses. This man knelt before the Goddess and offered to stop the Lucavi. In his wake the Goddess granted one gift. The gift of auracite." Relena held up the fake stone humming ever still. Marach turned as she cracked it into twelve different parts. "Bestowing these mortal men with twelve auracite pieces she bid them go and, seal the Lucavi forever more." the children continued to take a piece and slay their Lucavi.
Alma watched much more carefully now. It was not a story told in Ivalice. Changed perhaps?
"So to the thirteenth soldier led them across the plains entrapping each Lucavi. However...to fully seal them, Goddess informed each take weapon in hand and thrust it into the auracite straight through to their chest! So to each brave soldier did. Forever sealing the Lucavi. So our divine being cast the stones into lands unknown using great power to split what is now Orlania from countries across a vast deep blue sea. Tired the Goddess retired to pharos, leaving behind much to be thankful for. Entrusting humanity with a task that should demons of the past ever arise, The Zodiac Braves will come again. Ensuring long life and peace for all. Forever praise her! Goddess most divine. She whom gave us light in dark times..."
As Marach finished Valmafra shook her head, not believing a word of it. Many began singing as Relena started a patriotic tune. Her voice carried out over the crowds. Borneteth seemed lost within Relena's movements as many were. Yet Valmafra decided to storm off in a rather brooding way. Alma catching this chased after the assassin with Rapha in toe.
They could not move quite as swiftly and fluidly like Valmafra had. Still they managed to find her behind pharos on the water's edge. Waves crashed against the towering relic, against Valmafra's booted feet. Winds howled as they flew on by. Alma finally stopped running bending over to catch her breath. Rapha nearly ran down the young blonde stopping centimeters from Alma's backside. Breathless.
"Valmafra...what...what's wrong? Why did you run off?" Alma asked finally catching her breath though looking rather flushed.
Valmafra was still clouds passing through her eyes. "It was not as they say..."
"what is not as they say?" Rapha retorted stepping past Alma.
Valmafra trembled. "It is not as any of those people say. They pretend to know what occurred so long ago...They know nothing!"
Alma pinned loose strands of hair behind her small ears. Striding to Valmafra she clasped hands as if to pray. "You know what happened don't you?"
Valmafra nodded wrapping arms around herself. Clothes rustling causing a chill to run up her spine. "For over 1200 years her name has gone unspoken...Forgotten as though she wasn't at all. So shameful we have become. To forget what was once known by all..."
Rapha touched a hand to breast eyes scanning over Valmafra. "My heart tells me I know this, name you speak of. Our elders when passing on the family secrets often spoke of the Goddess."
Valmafra kicked the sand a few shells unearthing in fragments. "If ye know her name speak it Rapha."
"Rune"
Valmafra fell to her knees a faint blue pulse shining from her left wrist.
Relena was merrily dancing in circles with many of the children. Massive bonfires were lit people holding hands as they circled one another. Borneteth clapped bobbing to the beat as bards sang, dancers dance waving ribbons about! Musicians played and children laughed. Despite a War all seemed well enough. To celebrate a Goddess turmoil must be set aside momentarily. Above stars began twinkling as twilight finally overcame daylight. It brought a timid chill. Not one any could feel, as they moved around creating friction and heat! Marach smirked bowing at his waist after removing the serpent's mask. He tossed aside said habit, wearing his white desert tunic, green pants and brown boots. Red spike wrist bands evident holding sleeves to skin. His brown eyes played across Relena's dancing as he held a hand out to her. Relena took Marach;s hand willingly letting him spin her round twice. Both laughing as they enjoyed such a night! Among all the many things going on Relena felt a whisper. When one as open to magi ck as Relena is feels a whisper tis a sign.
Relena was spun out once more and it came to her. Like a ghost on the winds. "...Rune..." A voice had called.
Relena puzzled paused in her folly. Eyes averted toward the looming tower. Nothing seemed amiss, but such a whisper was more like a lover's seductive call. Marach continued to dance alone clapping to a fresh new beat! One eye constantly on Relena. He was not the only one as Valera shadowed Relena's every move. You could sense a tension. Taste it even. On the air was he stench of wine, ale, and dozens of fried food smells. A party like no other thus far.
"...Rune..." Relena glanced to and fro trying to pinpoint where it was such a whisper manifested. Heart beating fast Relena felt a panic quake her core. "...Rune..." Again it came! Beckoning longingly.
Relena covered her ears a ringing sounding clear in them. Hands trembling. Goosebumps forming. Not a soul seemed to notice her personal struggle. The world began to spin as the ringing became louder still. Lips moistened by tongue Relena fixated on the pharos. A gravity effect pulled her from within. A tingling sensation washed over Relena's body blocking out the ringing. If any had taken notice they would have seen Relena's eyes begin to glow a bright blue-silver hue. Her legs were like jelly but, Relena's feet moved toward the pharos. Relena had zero control over herself as she was pulled toward pharos. Before reaching the desired destination Relena's arm was wrenched back by Valera. It forced the princess to come to. Shaking head from side to side Relena leaned into Valera's familiar embrace.
"I...I heard a voice on the wind..." Relena glanced briefly at the tower-like structure, and just as hastily averted her now ice-blue eyes. Touching her right temple with hand Relena felt suddenly nauseous. "It whispered a name...A strangely familiar name..."
Valera petted Relena's head soothingly. How a mother would comfort a small child whom was having a fit. "There, there my lady. All is well...what is the name it spoke?"
Relena inhaled deeply. Exhaling slowly calming her frazzled nerves. "Rune..." she replied. "It whispered the name Rune."
Valera looked to Marach who was standing off to one side a frown on his stern features. The buzzing of a celebration began winding down. Borneteth was drunk off too much wine. Belly full of different pastries, and other fried sweets. To far gone to see what had become of Relena this eve.
Valmafra's hands buried in the sand grasping fistfuls of the coarse substance. Eyes screwed shut. Alma gasped noticing the glowing mark as it disintegrated the armlet. No longer hidden was a shooting star tattoo throbbing from the looks. It glowed a bright blue.
"That's the symbol of the Goddess...Is it not?" Alma asked eyes squinting ins disbelief.
"Aye it is Alma..." Her voice was pained. Body convulsing from the searing burn it felt.
Rapha was shocked in face and voice. "So tis true...Goddess' name be Rune..."
Valmafra finally stood up brushing sand away. Eyes never leaving the sea. "It was a dark day when everything changed...In all my years I had never seen such a storm."
Alma moved to touch Valmafra's wrist. Inspecting her tattoo thoroughly. "Tell us...tell us what it is you know."
Valmafra nodded agreeing to it. "We were servants of the Goddess. Myself, my brother and our princess. We had taken an unbreakable oath. Though none of us ever believed it would become such a curse. In those days the most that happened was thievery and an occasional murder. For each crime the Goddess cast down her judgment. Rune, was never cruel. Always fair, and kind. She loved all things equally. But...there was one exception to such a way." Valmafra removed Alma's hand face creasing with something unreadable. "Out of the mists came one whom pledged all he was to Rune. The Goddess and this mortal were lovers after much time. When the Lucavi appeared we realized our role was just beginning. Rune did not send us out though. She sent him out, with his twelve followers. The goddess gifted each with an auracite, as they say. They used the auracites to seal Lucavi away for a great measure of time. Still fearful of their return Rune cast the stones to farthest reaches of our world. Hiding their glow so none may ever awaken the demons within. As time passed on Rune and her champion decided on many a thing. One thing in particular was that she grant him god-hood. Rune did bestow god-like power upon her lover but...Her lover refused to become a perfect god insisting that Rune was no longer needed in this world...He pursued a chance for a human life. One they could enjoy together." Rapha and Alma were very still as Valmafra seized a glimpse of them. "You see over the course of her time with us Rune realized one thing. Most races especially humans were not truly happy while she existed among us. They were weak, dependent upon the Goddess for all things. Rune agreed to becoming mortal, sharing a life with her lover." Valmafra sighed. "Twas not to be."
Alma touched her lips then left her hand mere meters from he face. "What happened?"
Valmafra shook her head. "Her champion had a brother. Had served under Rune as well. His name was Zodrickk. He was a cruel, and merciless man. The only thing he loved was bloodshed. Only thing he craved was power. When Rune denied Zodrickk the power of a god he became a far more sinister man. Zodrickk made to wage war against his only brother and the Goddess. I can still recall their battle at the foot of pharos. Zodrickk was never any match for 'he'. In the end Rune banished Zodrickk to the recess of what is now the Empire. Finally they could be together, but fate was crueler still. A thirteenth stone had been crafted, one that changed everything...Our..Our princess committed a crime so awful we suffer still."
Rapha clenched fist to heart."What did thy princess do?"
"Our princess, Ashemalia approached "him' with stone in hand. Ashemalia told Rune's lover he must do as his brethren had before...Ashemalia forced him to clasp the auracite to breast and drive sword into stone. He did as told thinking all along it would free both Rune and himself of all that barred them from one another. It was deceitful what Ashemalia did. It did seal the god like powers he had been bestowed. However it also took his life just as it had the twelve. In dying breaths he told Ashemalia that one day he would be reborn. One day she would pay for such treachery. Little did he know what awaited us then...Stricken with grief that her lover never came Rune began to withdraw from our world. Isolating herself inside pharos." Valmafra breathed in a deep breath of salty sea air. Letting go that breath she continued. "Ashemalia began to regret her decision so much so that she had all of us including her father ascend upon Rune. We found Rune slumbering in a vast array of stars, lights and magi ck. When Rune awoke her eyes met that of Ashemalia's. A sadness swept over our Goddess then understanding. Ashemalia would give our goddess what she craved...A mortal life. Before any of us could blink Ashemalia held out her hands accepting a fate we could not begin to comprehend. I remember a flash of lights and a piercing noise as if stars had struck the ground we stood upon. I recall our goddess' form growing smaller inside an auracite shell. Inside said shell was a babe, so small and tragically human. Rune's power dispersed attaching to the only living things it could find. It hit Ashemalia first, her groans still resound loudest in my mind. Next my brother and then myself. When all things faded we stood branded with these tattoos. Deep ancient magi ck coursing through our once mortal veins. We had become damned. Immortal while our goddess remained trapped in auracite. For Ashemalia's sin we all were condemned. 'It must be done' she had said."
Alma felt the chill of nightfall, goosebumps forming and she rubbed her arms for warmth. "What happened next?"
Valmafra laughed in-spite herself. "What happened? Ha! Zodrickk returned as we knew he would. Returned with a mad man who had given Zodrickk the power he craved. Immortality as well. They came to acquire the auracite to which Rune was encased. Horror stricken we were when we realized Zodrickk had sought out all twelve stones. He made to free the Lucavi the original twelve had sealed away. In desperation the Zodiac Braves came again. Twelve new souls that honorably fought against the demons. Tis during such a time your Ajora and Germonik appeared to. Ajora a true con among man. Used as well by Zodrickk and his ally. Tis no wonder how Ajora became the host of Ultima...Germonik died for all the right reasons.."Alma shuddered at mention of Ultima and Ajora. Both seemed likely used in their own ways. Ajora for Zodrickk's purpose of attaining all 12 auracites and unleashing the Lucavi upon this realm.
"But..." Valmafra continued. "Whilst Ashemalia used the remaining goddess-stone to trap Zodrickk twelve soldiers all of which were blood related to the originals placed their souls upon the zodiac auracites. As means to keep Zodrickk and Lucavi at bay. The last piece to seal Zodrickk was blood magi ck...I..I sought after the last remnant of Zodrickk's family. A sister called Aerabelle. Aerabelle used blood magi ck to create a permanent cocoon around Zodrickk's prison. During our last battle with his twisted disciple we lost one of our own...My..my brother died defending what we now call Orlania. It was not called such until fifty years later. When the smoke and debris of it all dissipated Ashemalia dropped everything and ran. Leaving myself and our King to look after Rune's auracite. To clean up a mess that Ashemalia could have prevented! There s nothing more I may tell of it."
Alma looked to Rapha then back again. "Valmafra...what was the Goddess' lover called?"
"Zodriark...They called him Zodriark. Thirteenth soldier, leader of the twelve braves."
By daylight Ramza had found himself mid conversation with Agrias. For once the brooding knight seemed to have spirits lifted. They brunched together, trained and went separate ways by mid afternoon. It was then Ramza was accompanied by Ovelia whom had remained hidden quite well. She had set herself to tidying up his tent. A kind-hearted gesture. She was much more lively now than ever before. A fact Ramza took note of while strategically planning for the next onslaught. It was coming. No doubt the Empire would attempt strike when least expected. Best to expect the unexpected. So they say. Ovelia nibbled on some pumpkin bread Ramza had gotten from Annaliese. 'A favorite' she had said,of lord Barbaneth Balbanes.
Brushing stray crumbs Ovelia watched Ramza fuss over his maps. "War is such a trifling thing Ramza. All will be fortunate to see it ended."
Ramza chuckled. "Of that we can agree upon Ovelia."
All around were thousands of people. Lost in their own thoughts. Own schedules and what not. Some were mentioning food, war, etc. Others spoke of the Goddess, whom many believed still resided with pharos. A peculiar thing.
"I wonder if ser Ramza knows about this Goddess, and her religion"
Ovelia leaned forward over the small wooden dining table. Head lounging in her dainty hands. "Ramza?" he continued but made a noise to assure Ovelia he was listening. "What do ye know about the Oralanian's Goddess?"
Ramza shrugged shaking his head. "I know not other than she is what these people worship. A deity of great finesse! I have not had chance to inquire further..why do you ask?"
Ovelia in turn shook her head causing now loose locks to move about slightly. "I have simply heard many a man and woman speaking of her. I catch only miniscule fragments of it."
"Hmm...Well after this day when I reveal you to Agrias, we shall inquire together on the matter of this Goddess."
Ovelia fiddled with her last bite of bread. "Ramza...I...I had hoped ye would come away with me. Return to Ivalice with myself."
Ramza paused setting his quill down. Ink dripping onto the parchment. "Ovelia, I explained my duties here"
She slammed a hand upon the table in irritation. "Dammit Ramza!This is not Ivalice! These people, you hold no loyalty or fealty to!"
Ramza stood up insulted she say such. "You are unwise to say such, or believe such. These people. This country requested my help so I shall aid them until my services are no longer needed."
Ovelia scoffed folding arms across chest. "Ye stay only to pursue princess Relena..." she stared directly into Ramza's eyes then. Jealousy dripping off her lips and tongue. "I to know of what King Borneteth promised ye Ramza. Relena's hand in marriage for thy allegiance and service to their crown..." Ovelia's eyes became harsh and determined. "Look at how well-played Relena is. Like a puppet on strings knowing not who moves her. I sympathize with Relena I honestly do but...I fear for you ser Ramza. That Relena will only leave ye jaded. Cast aside like an old riding glove."
Ramza sighed. Women were exhausting. "There is no need to fear Ovelia. I care not for titles, I seek justice. To have all of man and all other races made equal. Relena believes and lives just as that. No worries all will be well"
Ovelia was silent trying to piece together some words that could penetrate Ramza's skull. Unsuccessful Ovelia mock sighed. "I hope for ye sake that all will go as planned. As hoped."
Ramza smiled. "Perhaps, after the next battle I will escort ye myself to Star drifter"
Ovelia rewarded Ramza with an enormous toothy smile. It struck a chord within Ramza. "I would most enjoy that ser Ramza."
Whilst Relena slept still mildly unwell Alma nursed her. Valera of course was nearby, but the Beoulve girl remained adamant when it came to staying beside Relena. All were deeply worried. Marach had stated she fell under a strange spell. Afterward Relena had become unconscious Responding to voices, touched etc. Never once opening her eyes. Complaining mostly that her head hurt and felt as though she were spinning. A warm cloth they placed on the princess' forehead. Changed out every so often to keep at certain temperature. Alma herself was not the same. Since Valmafra told them all she knew Alma stayed distant. Lost it seemed in inner turmoil.
All the things she had ever known were lies! All the teachings, legends,stories and research. All were in vain. Twas as though the structure of Relena's life became unhinged. Faulty even. A house built on lies, deceit and secrets. To much to bear!
Valera touched a warm palm to Alma's shoulder. "Rest lady Alma. My princess sleeps. Both of ye need rest."
Alma had to agree but, chose rather to disagree. "I will stay with Relena. I feel most at peace here."
Valera in kindness place a warm blanket made of rabbit fur over Alma's frame. "Then at least accept this to keep ye warm."
"Thank you." Alma responded sincerely.
As hours passed Alma grew much more drowsy. Soon enough sleep deprivation finally caught her. Alma fell forward onto the soft bed. Hand intertwined with Relena's. Valera smiling picked Alma up and placed said girl beside Relena on the massive bed. Both seemed to be dreaming. For the first time in a long time Valera sat back in her comfy pillow chair and fell into slumber herself. A sight to see. Three souls all intertwined for destiny, and fate had much in store for these women. They knew not now what their bonds would mean. In time they indeed would.
Starborn: Well, here it is chapter 13! I started it completely from scratch so I hope you all enjoyed and the next chapter will be up shortly! Oh to explain it the Zodiac Braves are a set of 12 individuals that appear whenever the world is threatened. I intended it to be the originals whom sealed Lucavi into the auracites, and any after are blood relatives. Their kin...okay will be posting real soon! Please review but no flames thanks!