Final Fantasy VIII Return
Chapter Six-A Lonely Dove
Seifer's almost lifeless body lied in the infirmary. Seeming like the hand of death had already touched is run-down body. Only one person stood vigilant over his bed, Squall.
"Your death would hurt me more than your presence ever did, Seifer," the voice spoke up. Squall felt like he was talking to a wall, which was all too familiar. "I hate you, you know. You're everything I never wanted to be, and yet I'm standing here talking to you," the boy said. "Maybe I feel responsible? One more thing Seifer, I would never hurt her. I'm her knight." With that the dark figure walked away. The still body of Seifer Almasy may have appeared breathless, but a smile formed his pale lips. He smiled because he knew what was about to happen.
The Ragnarok was lying in the distance and the only thing that was blocking Squall was the cold brittle air of the morning. He tried to clear his thoughts. He stepped inside of the beast ship. Everyone may have been present, but the looks of intolerance and doubt could not help but show.
"We're ready, Commander," Quistis spoke for the group. Her arms were folded and she didn't even look at him when she spoke. She was tired, gaining little sleep as usual.
"Don't call me that. Everyone take there stations," Squall took his place on the side.
Selphie sighed as she sat down in the pilot seat. "Somebody needs to say something, these are the kinds of things that end friendships," Selphie tried.
"I think Squall deserves a cheer. Somebody finally taught Seifer a lesson," Zell said playfully punching his arm.
"Whatever," Squall said. He had just defended himself, and after all Seifer did start it. Seifer would have struck him down if he had the chance or done something worse. But wasn't that the difference between the two rivals? The grand ship finally touched down on the outskirts of Deling City.
Quistis straitened up and swallowed what she felt so not to put her feelings before the mission. She left the bridge, avoiding confrontations, and waited for the rest of her comrades. Everything around her seemed out of her control, like she was child that gazed onward as her parents argued. Seifer how could you be so stupid? Quistis may have grown up with the party around her, but sometimes she felt like she didn't even know them. Seifer was the troubled child, Selphie an energetic little girl, Irvine a fun easy going guy, and Squall, whatever he was now. Had they changed so much or had she?
Zell followed as Squall turned to walk to the city. A part of him smiled at the fact Seifer had finally gotten what he deserved. He knew it was wrong to feel that way, after all Seifer was in a coma or something. But one thought did occur to him, if Seifer could be so easily defeated, than it was only time before his number would be pulled. Even if Seifer had betrayed them, did he really deserve this fate?
Selphie walked closely to Irvine in the familiar town. She felt uneasy because of the past events and feared for the group. She always did hate silence, it usually meant something was wrong. Irvine stood in disbelief about what had happened, Headmaster Cid's demise, Rinoa's unusual behavior, Squall and Seifer's duel. He felt like he didn't belong with these people. The group approached the Galabadia Hotel, Squall walked up to the front desk.
"We're looking for a Christine Deling," he said to the clerk.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Deling is expecting a Squall Leonheart," the clerk responded.
"I'm Squall Leonheart," he said.
"Good then, I'll show you to her room. Follow me," the man said.
"Are you sure about this Squall?" Quistis questioned.
He ignored her and walked off with the clerk. Squall didn't know what he was getting himself into as he walked away from the safety of his friends. The hotel radiated with style, boosting a plush leather couch, and hand sculpted borders. Though Squall paid little attention to surroundings as he followed the man down the wide hallway. He passed a familiar man in full military attire, and graying hair, General Caraway. The old man starred at him with a look of adversity. Squall tightened his grip on his Gun blade; he was beginning to get uneasy. The clerk stopped abruptly at a plain looking door with the number 206 plastered on it. The clerk opened the door and left without another word. The first thing he noticed was the sound of running water. He didn't know how to react when the water stopped and Christine came out with a towel around her. Squall scooted backwards towards the door, his hand reached back for the knob, but it was locked tight.
"Greetings to you too, Commander Leonheart," Christine said, her eyes lit up.
He turned towards the door, so not to face her. What did she want?
"Aren't you going to say hello?" She asked the frightened boy. Squall tried the door again frustrated.
"What is the meaning of this?" She grabbed his chin and turned his face towards her.
"I like you, you're cute. You remind me of your father," she said stroking his cheek. Squall pushed her hand away. She was obviously trying to get something out of him, but what?
"Whatever," Squall said trying to avoid her. She got closer to him.
"So tell me this Commander of the bloody SeeD, how do you get involved with a Sorceress," she whispered into his ear softly.
Squall moved away from her and sat on the bed, but got up quickly.
"Or was it one of those one time things? You can tell me. Well, was she any good?" Christine toyed. If he knew anything she would get it out of him, by any means necessary.
"Don't speak of her like that," Squall said in Rinoa's defense.
"Did, I strike a cord? Have you not taken your relationship to the next step? How old are you anyway? Eighteen?" Christine said badgering him. Christine sat on the bed.
"Seventeen," he corrected. Christine got up and approached him from behind. He turned around and faced her awkwardly.
"Now what you need is a real women. Someone who knows how to treat you right, who can appreciate a man like yourself," she said.
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Quistis had made arrangements at the hotel for the group. She decided to share a double room with Selphie, and the guys could chose to share or get singles. She sat down on the Queen sized bed and sighed. Where was Squall? He had been gone for several hours. Selphie was out shopping so Quistis was still alone. She lied back on the bed, deciding not to worry about him for once; he was seventeen he could take care of himself. She was woken up by Selphie and didn't care to get up right away.
"C'mon Quistis! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming, get up already!" Selphie said enthusiastically. Quistis was regretting sharing a room with Selphie already.
"Ok, I'm up," Quistis yawned and began brushing her long golden hair.
"Good, I'll go get everyone," Selphie said.
Soon enough everyone was crowed into the room. Quistis still sat comfortably on the bed, while everyone around her stood. She looked at Squall, he was wearing a poker face like usual.
"So what's the plan, Squall? Zell asked.
"After meeting with Mrs. Deling, she informed me of the details of the incident," Squall said.
"And they are?" Irvine asked.
"It seems the Sorceress warned her prior to the explosion," Squall said.
"Meaning?" Irvine inquired.
"Meaning she doesn't intend to kill," Squall said.
Quistis didn't even care to bicker with Squall over Rinoa. If he wanted to alienate the people around him it didn't seem like she could make a difference.
"So where do we come in?" Zell asked.
"We figure out where she is going to strike next. If she is, going to strike again and stop her. We'll split into two parties; Selphie, Irvine, and Zell ask around and try to figure out what you can. Quistis and I will question General Caraway," Squall said. Squall was deep in thought; everything was so personal now. He felt like all eyes were on him, they probably were but it made him feel uneasy and careful. The groups split up, and he was then left alone with Quistis.
"Well then, are we ready to go?" She asked him.
"Whatever," he began to leave the room and she followed. She stepped into the morning's light. The sun blinding her vision but granting her a new day. That for that moment she could smile optimistically despite herself getting past fears and doubt. And he looked at her with annoyance. Wondering what she was doing, but she could care less.
"Just because you can't enjoy a beautiful day doesn't mean I can't too," she said in her defense.
The streets showed signs of a typical busy and bustling city. And of course littered with people. There were families with children, teenagers spread about, but what caught the young man's eye was one girl. She wore an all black suit that hugged her body loosely. Her skin was light as virgin snow and her eyes soft, in the shape of dark almonds. She had raven hair that was tied back in a bun with a few stray pieces that framed her face. She .had a look of sadness on her face that made her eyes and body slump. She passed through the masses, paying little notice. There was no mistaking her, not even in this crowd it was the Sorceress. A deep frown formed on his face as he truly realized it. His hand went out, grasping for something he would never touch again. Quistis pulled back on his shoulder.
"No, Squall. This isn't the right time," Quistis said holding him back.
The girl eyed the two, looking intensely upon them. Her pace quickened, in till it was obvious that she was trying to escape from something.
"What do we do?" Quistis asked.
"How should I know… Let's follow her?" He was still staggering because he hadn't seen her for such a long time.
The pair dashed after the girl through the crowd. Squall felt stupid running after her, being a part of such childish games. But he sprinted after none the less. They followed her through the streets, through the people. Tracing and losing her around the corners like a fun game of tag. Squall knew where she was headed so it was easy to ketch up; she was bound to be going to Caraway's mansion. Rinoa raced her former friends getting a kick out beating Squall at something. She appeared to be leading them to the Mansion, but her ultimate plan was to duck out in the basement. Quistis caught up to Squall, out of breath, and stood before Caraway's mansion.
"Quistis, go tell the others. I'm going in," the boy said.
"Why all of this, Squall?" Quistis asked him.
"Whatever."
"Fine Squall, but if you don't come back what should I do then?" He ignored her, starting down the path for the entrance of the building. Quistis folded her arms in a feeling of frustration. She turned around and left without even a clue to the bearings of her friends. Squall grew closer to the familiar house. He stood a moment gazing at it, unsure of everything he had done. The old wooden door squeaked as the old man pushed it open.
"Leave this place now, Leonheart." He said sternly.
"She's here then," he replied.
"Your presence is not welcomed, nor condoned. So I will ask you again, to leave please." He said unwavering.
"This isn't over with, we will meet and there will be nothing you can do to save her from fate," Squall said.
"Maybe so. Such a pity you are boy. She's stronger then you think, maybe stronger than you."
"Who knows, I don't know the difference between everything anymore. There is no black and white, but there never was. Tell her one thing, tell her to look up at the moon for me, I can't see it anymore through all of this." Squall turned to walk away, he knew she was listening, he hoped she was. His thoughts were clouded as the pain he felt looking back.
Authors note: The reason why Squall can't see the moon is because his beliefs his thinking, whatever are all confused there for he can't see right, k!
Rinoa was shaking, crouched in a fetal position wishing to be held tightly. She had her next plans in mind and thought of them, instead of feeble love that never with stands the press of time. Something twisted around in the heads of all mortals, something that would never turn out how they wanted. She was going to target the hotel, bring the end of Christine before it was too late, maybe the end of all of it. She got up with the sight of her father.
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Christine looked upon the sleeping Laguna, as she lied casually to the side with her hand against her head. She gazed more intrinsically at his soft features, loving the sight of him alone. She was here with him, arriving just hours ago, after the hotel had been destroyed. She had flocked to him in her time of need, and he had welcomed her with open arms. Did he love her, something so pure to love her, who was tainted with dirt and grunge? She didn't care though; the carefree way of his manner had cheered her frowned face. His shy, almost childlike ways were a relief from struggle. Her childhood abuses and years of degradation were far in the past and she would right them, like she should. Every strength in her weak form and soul would play a part of her plan, she would sacrifice herself for the power. She didn't want to use him. She didn't want him to suffer for her sins. But she needed him to continue. She was only twenty-four, with a life that no one deserved, a life she wouldn't even wish on her enemies.
The father she had known was one that was of a lowly sort of lieutenant that had met her mother on some mindless journey. They had had one of those summers the kind were the air is cool, the sun is low in the sky and the ocean waves sway carefree back and forth. Christine even had a picture of them, with her father holding her mother close as they starred into each other's eyes looking like the world could stand still without their notice. She had never met him because like all summer romances he had been shipped off to war, and had died. Her mother seemed too never been the same after that, at least that's what she was told. She would just kind of sit there, starring out into nothingness and whispering things to her self. Christine's childhood was one of rebellion and trouble of all sorts, and she had used one man after the other to get to the top. The poor misunderstood girl was in the past and the powerful tyrant of now had taken her place, but at what cost? Everything had begun to change when she had found that aged parchment. It was believed to be the readings of Hyne herself, thought to bring complete power over time, the escape to change everything in the past. But such a task could never be easy, and this one was to be no different. No one had ever successively completed it, all dying in the process. The scripture talked about such things as the heart of a man, the soul of a sorceress, the strength of thousands and the key to the power. She had found the actual key, but the other readings she could only guess at.
She got up out of the crumpled bed and wrapped the smooth silk robe around her lean body. The room was still dark because of the hour. But there was always a sort of comfort she felt in the darkness, something gaudy light could never grant. In the light everything was revealed, nothing hidden from the naked eye. But the night she could control, she could be cryptic. She walked out to the balcony, shaking from the cold. The question she had to ask herself was how far was she willing to go to achieve such goals…
"Raine… I can't leave. I can't." Laguna was mumbling in his sleep, beginning to toss and turn about. "No, no, I can't I have to go back, please." His arms were swaying around. "No!" He yelled. Christine rushed over to him, like a mother would to comfort her frightened child and shock him gently awake. "Where, where am I?" He said brushing the sleep out of his eyes.
"You had a nightmare, I thought I should wake you… Are you ok?" He looked shaken, probably having to go through this before. She wondered who Raine was and sat by his side clasping his arm.
"Christine, you look so scarred. Don't worry about me, when you have lived as long as I have nightmares of the past are unavoidable." Laguna said.
"Your not that old, believe me. But I'm sure you would feel much better if you told someone about them." Maybe he did need her, or want her.
"She was, my wife you know. A part of my past that seems strange and foreign now, that happened so long ago." He began to explain more in depth. Her eyes seemed to widen with each passing word. His story began to unfold and she felt they were growing closer.
Chapter Seven- To be with Her
The soldiers and emergency aid rushed to the broken building. The fires were spread out and sparse now, but if let to roam free would cause more trouble. The girl turned away from the destruction she had caused hoping everyone was all right. No innocence deserved to parish in her feeble attempts for freedom. The soldiers were gaining their ground, coming too close for comfort. But among the group stood six figures that could never be mistaken for one of those clumsy fighters. Their walk alone was with grace and poise that signified their statue. SeeDs, and not just any. Squall was running in the lead, like the Commander he was, Quistis following with the others. Seifer came up from the back surprisingly. But she decided not to run, instead feeling she should face them dead on. So she stood among chaos, remembering Christine's words about what had happened with her and Squall. They grew closer so that it was obvious of their appointment, their weapons out threatening her.
"So you're not going to run and hide this time?" Squall asked her. He stared at her form, seeing her in all her entirety. Seifer had arrived only hours ago, still weakened but demanding a fight like always. And now Squall felt responsible for his condition, after all if they hadn't dueled Seifer would be well.
"On the contrary, I plan to do the opposite oh mighty Commander. How was your time with Mrs. Deling? Nice to see you Seifer," Rinoa had no words to say she could always speak louder with her actions.
"And what time would that be?" He questioned.
"I'm not afraid of you. Your still that little girl under all that blackness, bitch," Seifer said to the dark headed girl.
"Rinoa, what are you doin'?" Zell asked. He still didn't understand why she had left and all of this. Selphie looked at her with her Nunchuks out and ready confused if she was her enemy. Irvine looked at Squall, his eyes appeared filled with hurt, and maybe he didn't want it to turn out this way?
"No, I'm not her anymore, Seifer. Squall, I don't know, why don't you tell me? Let's see you face the wrath of Ultamecia, and Adel!" She yelled. The rest of the party kept a distance.
"You wouldn't," Seifer said.
"But I would. HELLS JUDGEMENT." The Sorceress cast the powerful spell. The group fell back, being reduced to barely any life. The soldier's came in to join in with the effort.
"What are you wasting your time for SeeDs? Get her!" A commander yelled at them. Rinoa cast a few round of Ultima knocking the petty soldiers out. Squall used a megaelixer to cure the group.
"Damn, your even more of a bitch than I remembered!" Seifer said taunting her.
"Rinoa, why are you doing this?" Quistis wondered. Her questioned was ignored, as Rinoa prepared for draw apocalypse. Quistis caste aura on her self and used Mighty Guard on Seifer and Squall for protection.
"This is pointless, you must know you can't beat us, it's three against one!" Seifer said as he saw one of the weakened soldiers stir, there was something in his hand. It looked like an expensive amulet. The soldier spoke in a weakened and cracked voice, making his words slurred, unclear.
"The, the, the amulet, it's an Odine, the Sorceress…" He struggled to lift his arm up to Seifer, but Seifer took the piece from the man.
Seifer revealed to Squall the bracelet, and they nodded in concurrence. Seifer decided to grab her and slip the bracelet on, which would paralyze her power.
Rinoa recognized the amulet as it was slipped onto to her arm. She felt faint and shut her eyes. The girl looked lifeless on the ground as she barely moved to take another breath. The building behind the group was under control now, just like the Sorceress that had caused the ruckus. The smoke filled the air, filled with the smell of charcoal that was building. The trucks were still surrounding the area, a few ambulances, but mostly firemen. The onlookers no longer focused on the fallen girl that was caught, for she seemed more like a damsel in distress than an evil Sorceress. Squall picked her up carefully not wanting to bruise her fragile body. He cradled her in his arms lovingly, while Seifer looked at him with disapproval. Quistis smiled at him.
When Rinoa awoke finding her settings to now be a steel cell, as she lied down on the hard bed. It was small, she could barely take a few steps and it was moving. She recognized it, the desert prison. The time before she was broken out by her father, so what was different now. But she knew that to, he probably didn't even know about her imprisonment. The thing she was in now worked like an elevator by bringing cells about to wherever they wanted and whomever they wanted. She remembered about Squall's ordeal of being tortured by Seifer, fearing for her own well being. The machine came to a sudden and jerky stop. The door opened to reveal Squall.
"Come with me," he said to her simply.
"Why?" She asked.
"You can't ask questions here, Rinoa." So he had actually called her name.
"Whatever, Squall." He couldn't miss her more. He led her to the interrogation room; the room were he possessed awful memories. He had talked to Christine and she had ordered Rinoa to be tortured, as a way at getting back at her because of the personal war they had made between them. The Warden set her up on the wall, her body hung flaccid, her arms spread apart, but level. And the Warden was preparing the lever in the corner, a lever that controlled the shocks. Could Squall go through with it? Rinoa's head hung low, but her eyes glared at the dark figure.
"I'm going to ask you a question and you are going to answer and…" He stopped as their eyes met. And simple emotions took over. She was crying and because of her bound arms her tears fell lightly down her cheeks with no restrain. He hated all of this; he could never stand to see her like that. He didn't care anymore, he didn't care about her leaving he just wanted to protect her again, make sure she was all right, be with her. He wanted her to want him, to need him again. The same things from the past were once again present as he took out his Gun Blade the Warden flinched.
"What are you doing-" He was cut off by a blow from Squall. Squall went over to Rinoa and uncuffed her wrists she fell gently into his arms. He squeezed her gently.
"I was scarred, so scarred of you," she said softly in his ear.
"You don't ever have to be scarred," he said to her.
The guards came in to brake the moment, surrounding the two in the bleak room. Christine was with them; all dressed up in an elegant party dress, the color of a light spring pink. Her blonde hair was back in a tight bun and her light green eyes starred at the couple with appall.
"Insolent SeeD, I should no better than to trust you with my bidding. So weak you are to fall for this girl. Did you think I would be so foolish to let you escape with no resistance? Guards grab the Sorceress and her knight." Christine approached the two and the guards followed her lead. Squall and Rinoa pulled away from each other.
"No," Squall said. He got readied his Gun blade.
"Oh come on, you think me that stupid, guards take care of the boy, but leave the girl alone." One of the guards assaulted Squall and he fell to the cold metal ground. Rinoa bent over shielding him away from them.
"You will never take him away from me!" She yelled at the women.
"Who said anything about taking him away from you? You're both going to die and how tragic too, right after you found each other again." She laughed, amused by her own humor. "Hurry up! I don't have all day, I have to start the ceremony!" She yelled at the guards. They grabbed the limp boy and fought the girl, but finally restrained her. "Good then, take the girl to my ship and the boy can join his friends in cell block B on level nine. And these are SeeDs gentlemen, so don't underestimate what they'll try. You do remember what happened to the last crew that failed me." Christine walked away. Her plans were coming all together. She was throwing a wonderful and extravagant Mask to celebrate her accession to power. No body knew that except for her, to them it seemed like the annual dance of the Moon. A gathering of only some of the most important social lights and politicians, that for the first time was being held in Esthar. She smiled life couldn't get any better.
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Selphie stood up as she heard the door open. She was back in the Galabadian Desert Prison and not happy one bit. It seemed like everything had happened so fast, but she guessed that is just how life turns out. After the soldiers had captured Rinoa and Squall had come with them, they had grabbed the group and taken them away. She didn't know how long they had been in the underground prison, but she felt exhausted and her belie ached for food. It was hard to act cheerful when everything looked hopeless, Seifer hadn't exactly been fun to be with between his complaining along with his irritability he was really getting on people's nerves. Selphie also wondered about Squall and Rinoa, what had happened to them? The guards dragged Squall along and throw him over in the corner, Quistis ran over to him, Seifer started cracking up.
"So now instead of just having, Chicken-Wuss, Messenger girl, the Cowboy guy, and are dear Instructor, I'm stuck with Puberty-Boy, this is just great!" Seifer rambled.
"SHUT UP! And I'm tired of Cocky Asshole's bitching!" Zell finally got to stand up to Seifer. Quistis ignored them as she tried to wake Squall. She brushed his hair from his face and pulled him up so he was lying against the gray wall, Selphie helped her.
"Seifer really, why don't you all do us a big favor and shut up." Irvine said agreeing with Zell.
"Why does Squall get all the brakes, look at them! He's got beautiful women throwing themselves at him every second, and here I am sitting alone with you two jack offs! Damn my life sucks!" Seifer continued.
"Maybe beautiful women would find you attractive if you weren't so mean or had such a big ego." Quistis said to him.
"She speaks! How wonderful it is that you take a second away from throwing yourself at Squall to acknowledge my presence, I'm honored." He said to her. Squall began to stir and woke up from all the yelling. His head pounded and his vision was foggy, but eventually cleared.
"Seifer give it a rest, I have a headache," Squall said.
"Well thanks for gracing us with your presence, Commander," Seifer said.
"Why don't we stop arguing and figure out how to get out of here," Quistis offered.
"And how do you suggest that?" Irvine asked.
"If we busted out before, then we can bust out again. We just have to!" Zell said. But just then the door open and the guards came in with an older man, General Caraway.
"Guess what scum, you got a visitor. You have five minutes, General," the guard said and stood their.
"You may leave us now," General Caraway said to the guard.
"But, I got orders saying to watch them. There SeeDs, ya know. Really dangerous and all, gotta keep a special eye on them," the guard explained.
"It will only be five minutes my good man, nothing to worry about," he reassured.
"Well, I don't know," he said unsure.
"You can trust me, were all friends here," he cajoled.
"Ok, but just five minutes, I'm wachin' ya!" The soldier threatened.
"Yes, yes. Thank you," General Caraway said. The door shut and they were left alone. "Listen up, when the guards come back stick to the side of the wall so they won't see you, and knock them out. Meet my associates out side he will explain to you the plan." They took their place and guard came in to get hurtful surprise. General Caraway ducked away so not to look like he was involved. It turned out his "associates" had been no other than Zone and Watts.
"We already disengaged the alarm and the monsters, all you guys need to do is get to the top. You might run across a few guards, but that's it. Meet General Caraway back at his mansion, k. Oh and Squall, you better get Rinoa back or I'll KILL you!" Zone finished.
"Good to see you, sir. Another thing is that all the shortcuts are in so it shouldn't take you long, that's it sir, you should get going," Watts said.
"Thank you," Quistis said as they left. They ran up the stars of the round complex, running into few battles, but were successful in getting up to the top floor. Making an escape had seemed easy, but getting to General Caraway's house would be a little complicated. They made it into the bright midday desert sun and found the Ragnarok waiting for them, General Caraway's work no doubt and bordered it. They flew to Deling City, landing near the outskirts and headed to General Caraway's house. The soldiers seemed to be lurking everywhere, so it ended up taking them twice as long to get through the city. General Caraway was standing outside waiting for them.
"Hurry, get inside time is but the essence." He said in a concerned voice. They followed him into the familiar conference room that had played in the meeting of the Sorceress' attempted assassination. The room still displayed the painting that had guided Quistis, Zell and Selphie out when they had been locked in the room before. "Mrs. Deling is not at all what she seems. She is a manipulative, conniving, using fiend, who must be stopped."
"Damn and I thought she was an innocent bystander!" Seifer said sarcastically.
"Listen boy, we have no time for jokes! Everything could be at stack if she completes what she is setting out to do! Do you understand me?" He yelled.
"Please continue, General Caraway," Squall said.
"Have you ever heard of the readings of Hyne? In them lay the key to controlling time, you literally can go back and forth changing things however you want to. But the only way to do this is by obtaining all the items listed from the scripture, the heart of a man, the soul of a Sorceress, the strength of thousands, and the key. I believe she already has the key in possession, and my daughter. There is one thing that may still be on our side no one has ever completed the process all dying from the stress on their body," he finished.
"But that means Rinoa…" Squall stopped.
"Yes," General Caraway agreed. He was afraid for his daughter because he knew how far Christine would be willing to go to get what she wanted.
"So how do we get to them? And what exactly do all those things imply, the heart of a man…" Quistis asked skeptically.
"Some how she has to sacrifice a man, be a Sorceress, and harvest the energy of a thousand people. The details are all very unclear. I still don't know she even plans to accomplish such a thing. It's all so preposterous," he said nodding his head.
"Yeah, yeah that's all very nice and everything, but you still haven't explained how we get in and even where they are," Seifer said.
"There on their way to the annual Dance of the Moon that is to be held for the first time in Esthar. It's a Mask so it should be very easy to infiltrate. I guess the reason she is doing this now is because of the lunar activity, this is the time when the Moon is closes to us. Oh, and for the mask I have some ideas on what you can wear," He continued. The group went there separate ways to prepare for the event.
Author's note: This will make sense, I promise. The whole dance of the moon may sound lame but you haven't heard what I make them wear. Hope you enjoyed! Oh, and I would REALLY appreciate some reviews!