Chapter 11: Beginning of A Legend.
The AV was streaking across the countryside, while the battle raged on. The three persons inside sat silently. It was however not due to the fact that there was nothing to talk about. It was due to the fact that everyone was inside of their own head thinking. No one, not even the leader Squall Leonhart knew exactly why they were going to this city in the cliffs, but they all knew one thing for sure, they were searching for answers.
"What did he look like?" Squall spoke first.
"Who?" Delea returned.
"The man, the one who you saw come through the portal" He finished resting his head in his hands and staring out the small window in front of him.
"Well," she said, "I don't really remember any specifics about him. Even through the scope, I couldn't see his face or anything. He was a pretty big guy, it seemed. but I mean that's nothing that'll help you. He was wearing all black. A black jacket, and a black head dress. It was kinda like a shawl wrapped around his head, probably to protect his face from the sand blowing against it. It concealed his face, so I couldn't see it."
"Well, that doesn't help me out a lot, but thanks for trying" Squall said shaking his head. "Why can't I get a break?" he asked aloud. "How bout you Rider?" He finished.
"Well, I couldn't really see him too well either." Rider began. "We followed him for a while across the Cenrta continent. A few times I got a glimpse of him through a scope, but I never saw his face. One thing's for sure, He's not a normal guy. This guy walked through the desert for days with nothing to eat or drink. That would kill a normal man, it didn't seem to bother our friend. He just walked and walked. And we followed him.
We followed him from a sideways position, and made it a point to stay far away. This guy had just turned a bunch of dragons into a bunch of men. Along the way we saw various vicious monsters approach him, but not one ventured to attack him. It was weird kinda like they were friendly to him, although they never ventured to close. We followed him to the Centra Cliffs, and there we saw his destination.
It was a city that had been carved into the cliff. It's funny because I'd looked at those cliffs before, And I never saw that. It was, however very clear that that was where he was headed. We reported our findings to Orion, and he immediately gave us the command to abort. I kinda argued with him, asking him to let us follow just a little more, but that was settled, when we lost him." It was obvious that there was more to be told, but Squall interrupted.
"What do you mean you lost him?" Squall asked with a disturbed face.
"Well, we were watching him as he walked at the same steady pace, and he just disappeared without a trace."
Squall looked very distraught, but said nothing. He merely stared out the window with a thoughtful look on his face. "He just vanished" he thought to himself. He was thinking of the train car, and how that man there had just vanished without a trace. How he'd easily controlled Seifer, and how he'd even intimidated himself somewhat. This man, or whatever he was was something the likes of which he'd never dealt with.
His train of thought was interrupted by Delea's voice. "Squall," she paused, "Do you think this is the doings of a sorcerer? I'd never heard of that legend before. Before Orion told it to us. As I understand it, Orions dad researched the Sorceress, and he was trying to find out how he could eliminate the sorceress powers which he thought were do dangerous for the world to handle. I believe that Orion's dad was killed by a sorceress too, just like Riders."
Rider shot her a look. It wasn't an angry look, but yet it caused her to stop her talking. It hurt Rider to be reminded of his dad's death. It was still too painful. It was his reason for joining Garden in the first place. He had found out that they fought the sorceress, and he felt that was his best chance for avenging his fathers death. He didn't believe in Orions legend, he saw this as merely a link to the Sorceress who was causing all this trouble. It was beyond his belief that there could be such thing as a Sorcerer, it wasn't even in recorded history. How could Orion believe it. His father was killed by a sorceress too, and yet he still believed. Crazy. There was just too much to be answered and Rider was not an easily convinced person.
"Look Delea, there's no Sorcerer. This guy's just some crazy good magician, probably working with a Sorceress. Working with one of those greedy Bitches who all they want to do it take over the world...."
Squall leapt from his seat, and before Rider could think he felt Squall's firm grip around his throat. "Rinoa is a Sorceress, and don't you ever forget that. She wouldn't hurt anyone. She's filled with noting but love. But right now, I'm filled with rage, and I'm just really close to ripping out your throat. In the future, I suggest you hold your tongue if you value your life." He released him.
Delea, who was driving, nearly ran off course as she watched the exchange. She had never seen a display like that pulled on Rider before. She'd become good friends with Rider. He was strong, powerful. A true first class SeeD. No one, not even Seifer cared to buck up to him. And if they ever tried, it was quickly answered with a challenge. Yet there sat her best friend in the world. Rubbing his neck, the red finger marks still showing. Squall was insane she kept thinking. She wondered if she could trust his reliability in battle, but there was no debate now as to his worthiness. He was truly a powerful man. He had just as quickly as he exploded, returned to his seat, and was again looking out the window.
Squall stared again out the window. His rage had subsided just as quickly as it had come. In it's place had come fear, and anxiety. He had just spoken of Rinoa in present tense, as though she was still alive. He knew that all these people thought she was dead. But he now realized that he truly believed that she was alive. It felt good, but he couldn't forget the night at the cliffs. She fell, he knew that much. He had always believed that he dropped her, but now he was not so sure, he just plain couldn't remember it. But one thing was for sure, she could not have survived the fall, and yet somehow, she was alive, he could sense it, he could feel it. It was all just too much. He closed his eyes, His last thoughts were of Rinoa as he dozed off.
He even missed Delea's voice saying, "This is where we enter the water. There's no turning back from here."
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Revenge's Blood glinted in the light of the setting sun. Orion Huges struck the first blow of this epic confrontation. The first troop came ashore, and even before he could shed the bubble he had come ashore in, Hughes was upon him. He didn't feel a thing Revenge's Blood sliced through his neck with ease, severing head from body. The soldier was dead before he hit the ground.
Orion felt the power flowing through him. He was mighty in battle. Every move masterfully planned. He was like an animal. He went for the kill, and took no prisoners, that was his way. He was striking down enemy after enemy. His well fashioned Gunblade Revenge's Blood striking every death blow.
Orion was an avid user of GF junctioning, but yet he never used GF's for attacking, he always battled himself. It was his way, the only way he knew to be. He walked into battle, and no matter how many people were there fighting along side him, he was alone. This was no different, he was in his own world, and he was going to make sure that he continued to be alive in this world.
The battle was raging. The SeeDs were in easy control. There was back up on standby, but it didn't appear that backup would be necessary. There was the sound of cries as more and more of these dark soldiers fell, and the occasional cry of an Injured SeeD. Thus far however there were no Garden Casualties. If one would listen, he could hear afar off the sounds of battle. GF's being summoned, Magic spells being cast, death blows struck.
There was a thin line containing the battle. Groups of SeeDs had blockaded the whole shoreline. There was no way these Black soldiers would get through. The sun was already setting, and yet it appeared the battle would be over by dark. Although an easy test, this battle would prove to be but the beginning. The beginning of a legend. And somewhere amidst the fighting there were warriors who were already a legend in themselves.
Zell Dincht's group was fighting extremely well, but a two troops had broken through the ranks. Zell Leapt into action, his Reladnium gloves strapped on tight. He attacked the first one landing a hook punch that dislocated the soldiers jaw with a loud crack. The Dark warrior howled in pain, but Zell wasn't done. He planted a side kick into the ribs of the attacker, and finished him off with a spinning hook kick to the side of the head. The neck torqued with the blow, and then snapped with a loud crack, and the soldier fell down dead. Zell dispatched the other more quickly. He picked the soldier up, leapt into the air, and slammed the man down on his back breaking his spine. The soldier groaned, but could not get up or fight any longer he was paralyzed. Zell and his group stood victorious.
Selphie Tilmits group didn't have much fighting to do. Selphie had junctioned Quezacatle and called down lightning on the attackers A few hits, and the majority of the attackers were lying on the ground shaking uncontrollably as their brains cooked like eggs. Finally the life gave out of them, and they died. About that time Irvine Kineas showed up with his unit. They hadn't had a problem either. And he was glad to see that Selphie had held up well herself.
Quistis was just finishing up her last little clean up when Seifer arrived to help his woman. With his immense skills, and also the shier fact that he had one of the most highly skilled units in that battle under his command, he had been the first to wrap up his area. He saw that Quistis was about to deal with the last attacker, and he jumped in front of her.
"I'll take this one!" he said with a laugh. Seifer Brandished his new blade Titanus. It was already bloodstained, and he loved it more the more he used it. It was perfectly balanced, and light weight. He even felt it was precise enough to perform surgery with, so why not try it out now. Seifer played with the assailant. He circled him. The soldier fired off rounds, but to no use, the SeeD was too quick.
Seifer rushed him, and with a few quick movements he had severed both arms. From the soldier. The man Screamed out in pain. The onlookers were astonished, and even felt pity for the man. Seifer, didn't seem to be phased. He laughed as the man fell to his knees in his own blood, but was still alive.
"Take a load off." he laughed and he cut the mans legs off one by one. The soldier was weeping and screaming at the top of his lungs. "Bastard" Seifer yelled, and before anyone knew it, he had cast Firaga on the troop. The skin was instantly singed, and the screams intensified.
"Enough of that Seifer please." Quistis begged. She was the only person who had sway over him, and yet she had so much. It was almost unreal, but it was so evident.
Seifer was finally satisfied, and with one final swing of Titanus, he beheaded the assailant. The SeeDs were celebrating their victory. There was much rejoicing, but perhaps prematurely. It was too easy for them. Each group had only dealt with twenty to twenty-five troops, and there were an estimated two hundred plus. It didn't take long for them to realize, they were all attacking Orions group.
The others ordered their squadrons down the beach to reinforce Orion. Soon they all arrived. Orions Unit was surrounded, but they were fighting the onslaught of attackers with all the strength they could muster. Strangely enough, they were holding well. But looking on, it was obvious why. The reason was Orion Hughes.
Troop after troop fell to Revenge's Blood. Some he Impaled, others he beheaded, still others he cast magic on. He had defeated more enemies by himself than the rest of his squadron. One by one they continued to fall. This effect was intensified by the fact that the other squadrons had arrived, and were lending a hand. The numbers dwindled. Forty, no, thirty, no, ten. Orion was unstoppable. He engaged the last one himself, and called on his limit break, Blood Lust. Griping his blade tightly he stared at his enemy. He then dashed at him bringing the sharp edge of his blade above the soldiers head, then he brought it down with force severing him in two. The Soldier made no sound, he just fell into two equal pieces.
Orion was tired. It'd been a long time since he'd tasted of battle. It felt better now, because he knew why he was fighting. He understood why his enemy was his enemy. But he still was wasted. He fell down into the blood soaked sand. Quistis was the first to reach him, and she cast curaga on him as quick as she could.
Orion was just getting up when it happened. A huge wave washed ashore, and it swept the dead bodies out to sea. Not a single body was left. The SeeD's all watched in wonder at the sign. There was nothing left that would indicate there had even been a battle. Not even a speck of blood on the sand.
"Would somebody please tell me what the HELL is going on here?" Zell remarked, but before anyone cold reply they all saw it. Out of the ocean were rising bubbles, and inside of those bubbles were troops. This time there was something different. in front them there was a tall man. He wearing black. It was hard to make him out at first, but he appeared to be standing there on top of the water. He was even swaying up and down with the waves.
He started walking towards the shore. Slowly, casually right on top of the water. He continued to come closer and closer. Behind him the army of dark troops followed, their bubbles moving smoothly across the water. It didn't take a genius to realize. There was going to be a problem here.
Well that's 11 in the books. Do you like it, let me know. If you don't let me know. I'll take your constructive criticism too by the way. So feel free to review it in any case. I appreciate all your time.
D.H.
The AV was streaking across the countryside, while the battle raged on. The three persons inside sat silently. It was however not due to the fact that there was nothing to talk about. It was due to the fact that everyone was inside of their own head thinking. No one, not even the leader Squall Leonhart knew exactly why they were going to this city in the cliffs, but they all knew one thing for sure, they were searching for answers.
"What did he look like?" Squall spoke first.
"Who?" Delea returned.
"The man, the one who you saw come through the portal" He finished resting his head in his hands and staring out the small window in front of him.
"Well," she said, "I don't really remember any specifics about him. Even through the scope, I couldn't see his face or anything. He was a pretty big guy, it seemed. but I mean that's nothing that'll help you. He was wearing all black. A black jacket, and a black head dress. It was kinda like a shawl wrapped around his head, probably to protect his face from the sand blowing against it. It concealed his face, so I couldn't see it."
"Well, that doesn't help me out a lot, but thanks for trying" Squall said shaking his head. "Why can't I get a break?" he asked aloud. "How bout you Rider?" He finished.
"Well, I couldn't really see him too well either." Rider began. "We followed him for a while across the Cenrta continent. A few times I got a glimpse of him through a scope, but I never saw his face. One thing's for sure, He's not a normal guy. This guy walked through the desert for days with nothing to eat or drink. That would kill a normal man, it didn't seem to bother our friend. He just walked and walked. And we followed him.
We followed him from a sideways position, and made it a point to stay far away. This guy had just turned a bunch of dragons into a bunch of men. Along the way we saw various vicious monsters approach him, but not one ventured to attack him. It was weird kinda like they were friendly to him, although they never ventured to close. We followed him to the Centra Cliffs, and there we saw his destination.
It was a city that had been carved into the cliff. It's funny because I'd looked at those cliffs before, And I never saw that. It was, however very clear that that was where he was headed. We reported our findings to Orion, and he immediately gave us the command to abort. I kinda argued with him, asking him to let us follow just a little more, but that was settled, when we lost him." It was obvious that there was more to be told, but Squall interrupted.
"What do you mean you lost him?" Squall asked with a disturbed face.
"Well, we were watching him as he walked at the same steady pace, and he just disappeared without a trace."
Squall looked very distraught, but said nothing. He merely stared out the window with a thoughtful look on his face. "He just vanished" he thought to himself. He was thinking of the train car, and how that man there had just vanished without a trace. How he'd easily controlled Seifer, and how he'd even intimidated himself somewhat. This man, or whatever he was was something the likes of which he'd never dealt with.
His train of thought was interrupted by Delea's voice. "Squall," she paused, "Do you think this is the doings of a sorcerer? I'd never heard of that legend before. Before Orion told it to us. As I understand it, Orions dad researched the Sorceress, and he was trying to find out how he could eliminate the sorceress powers which he thought were do dangerous for the world to handle. I believe that Orion's dad was killed by a sorceress too, just like Riders."
Rider shot her a look. It wasn't an angry look, but yet it caused her to stop her talking. It hurt Rider to be reminded of his dad's death. It was still too painful. It was his reason for joining Garden in the first place. He had found out that they fought the sorceress, and he felt that was his best chance for avenging his fathers death. He didn't believe in Orions legend, he saw this as merely a link to the Sorceress who was causing all this trouble. It was beyond his belief that there could be such thing as a Sorcerer, it wasn't even in recorded history. How could Orion believe it. His father was killed by a sorceress too, and yet he still believed. Crazy. There was just too much to be answered and Rider was not an easily convinced person.
"Look Delea, there's no Sorcerer. This guy's just some crazy good magician, probably working with a Sorceress. Working with one of those greedy Bitches who all they want to do it take over the world...."
Squall leapt from his seat, and before Rider could think he felt Squall's firm grip around his throat. "Rinoa is a Sorceress, and don't you ever forget that. She wouldn't hurt anyone. She's filled with noting but love. But right now, I'm filled with rage, and I'm just really close to ripping out your throat. In the future, I suggest you hold your tongue if you value your life." He released him.
Delea, who was driving, nearly ran off course as she watched the exchange. She had never seen a display like that pulled on Rider before. She'd become good friends with Rider. He was strong, powerful. A true first class SeeD. No one, not even Seifer cared to buck up to him. And if they ever tried, it was quickly answered with a challenge. Yet there sat her best friend in the world. Rubbing his neck, the red finger marks still showing. Squall was insane she kept thinking. She wondered if she could trust his reliability in battle, but there was no debate now as to his worthiness. He was truly a powerful man. He had just as quickly as he exploded, returned to his seat, and was again looking out the window.
Squall stared again out the window. His rage had subsided just as quickly as it had come. In it's place had come fear, and anxiety. He had just spoken of Rinoa in present tense, as though she was still alive. He knew that all these people thought she was dead. But he now realized that he truly believed that she was alive. It felt good, but he couldn't forget the night at the cliffs. She fell, he knew that much. He had always believed that he dropped her, but now he was not so sure, he just plain couldn't remember it. But one thing was for sure, she could not have survived the fall, and yet somehow, she was alive, he could sense it, he could feel it. It was all just too much. He closed his eyes, His last thoughts were of Rinoa as he dozed off.
He even missed Delea's voice saying, "This is where we enter the water. There's no turning back from here."
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Revenge's Blood glinted in the light of the setting sun. Orion Huges struck the first blow of this epic confrontation. The first troop came ashore, and even before he could shed the bubble he had come ashore in, Hughes was upon him. He didn't feel a thing Revenge's Blood sliced through his neck with ease, severing head from body. The soldier was dead before he hit the ground.
Orion felt the power flowing through him. He was mighty in battle. Every move masterfully planned. He was like an animal. He went for the kill, and took no prisoners, that was his way. He was striking down enemy after enemy. His well fashioned Gunblade Revenge's Blood striking every death blow.
Orion was an avid user of GF junctioning, but yet he never used GF's for attacking, he always battled himself. It was his way, the only way he knew to be. He walked into battle, and no matter how many people were there fighting along side him, he was alone. This was no different, he was in his own world, and he was going to make sure that he continued to be alive in this world.
The battle was raging. The SeeDs were in easy control. There was back up on standby, but it didn't appear that backup would be necessary. There was the sound of cries as more and more of these dark soldiers fell, and the occasional cry of an Injured SeeD. Thus far however there were no Garden Casualties. If one would listen, he could hear afar off the sounds of battle. GF's being summoned, Magic spells being cast, death blows struck.
There was a thin line containing the battle. Groups of SeeDs had blockaded the whole shoreline. There was no way these Black soldiers would get through. The sun was already setting, and yet it appeared the battle would be over by dark. Although an easy test, this battle would prove to be but the beginning. The beginning of a legend. And somewhere amidst the fighting there were warriors who were already a legend in themselves.
Zell Dincht's group was fighting extremely well, but a two troops had broken through the ranks. Zell Leapt into action, his Reladnium gloves strapped on tight. He attacked the first one landing a hook punch that dislocated the soldiers jaw with a loud crack. The Dark warrior howled in pain, but Zell wasn't done. He planted a side kick into the ribs of the attacker, and finished him off with a spinning hook kick to the side of the head. The neck torqued with the blow, and then snapped with a loud crack, and the soldier fell down dead. Zell dispatched the other more quickly. He picked the soldier up, leapt into the air, and slammed the man down on his back breaking his spine. The soldier groaned, but could not get up or fight any longer he was paralyzed. Zell and his group stood victorious.
Selphie Tilmits group didn't have much fighting to do. Selphie had junctioned Quezacatle and called down lightning on the attackers A few hits, and the majority of the attackers were lying on the ground shaking uncontrollably as their brains cooked like eggs. Finally the life gave out of them, and they died. About that time Irvine Kineas showed up with his unit. They hadn't had a problem either. And he was glad to see that Selphie had held up well herself.
Quistis was just finishing up her last little clean up when Seifer arrived to help his woman. With his immense skills, and also the shier fact that he had one of the most highly skilled units in that battle under his command, he had been the first to wrap up his area. He saw that Quistis was about to deal with the last attacker, and he jumped in front of her.
"I'll take this one!" he said with a laugh. Seifer Brandished his new blade Titanus. It was already bloodstained, and he loved it more the more he used it. It was perfectly balanced, and light weight. He even felt it was precise enough to perform surgery with, so why not try it out now. Seifer played with the assailant. He circled him. The soldier fired off rounds, but to no use, the SeeD was too quick.
Seifer rushed him, and with a few quick movements he had severed both arms. From the soldier. The man Screamed out in pain. The onlookers were astonished, and even felt pity for the man. Seifer, didn't seem to be phased. He laughed as the man fell to his knees in his own blood, but was still alive.
"Take a load off." he laughed and he cut the mans legs off one by one. The soldier was weeping and screaming at the top of his lungs. "Bastard" Seifer yelled, and before anyone knew it, he had cast Firaga on the troop. The skin was instantly singed, and the screams intensified.
"Enough of that Seifer please." Quistis begged. She was the only person who had sway over him, and yet she had so much. It was almost unreal, but it was so evident.
Seifer was finally satisfied, and with one final swing of Titanus, he beheaded the assailant. The SeeDs were celebrating their victory. There was much rejoicing, but perhaps prematurely. It was too easy for them. Each group had only dealt with twenty to twenty-five troops, and there were an estimated two hundred plus. It didn't take long for them to realize, they were all attacking Orions group.
The others ordered their squadrons down the beach to reinforce Orion. Soon they all arrived. Orions Unit was surrounded, but they were fighting the onslaught of attackers with all the strength they could muster. Strangely enough, they were holding well. But looking on, it was obvious why. The reason was Orion Hughes.
Troop after troop fell to Revenge's Blood. Some he Impaled, others he beheaded, still others he cast magic on. He had defeated more enemies by himself than the rest of his squadron. One by one they continued to fall. This effect was intensified by the fact that the other squadrons had arrived, and were lending a hand. The numbers dwindled. Forty, no, thirty, no, ten. Orion was unstoppable. He engaged the last one himself, and called on his limit break, Blood Lust. Griping his blade tightly he stared at his enemy. He then dashed at him bringing the sharp edge of his blade above the soldiers head, then he brought it down with force severing him in two. The Soldier made no sound, he just fell into two equal pieces.
Orion was tired. It'd been a long time since he'd tasted of battle. It felt better now, because he knew why he was fighting. He understood why his enemy was his enemy. But he still was wasted. He fell down into the blood soaked sand. Quistis was the first to reach him, and she cast curaga on him as quick as she could.
Orion was just getting up when it happened. A huge wave washed ashore, and it swept the dead bodies out to sea. Not a single body was left. The SeeD's all watched in wonder at the sign. There was nothing left that would indicate there had even been a battle. Not even a speck of blood on the sand.
"Would somebody please tell me what the HELL is going on here?" Zell remarked, but before anyone cold reply they all saw it. Out of the ocean were rising bubbles, and inside of those bubbles were troops. This time there was something different. in front them there was a tall man. He wearing black. It was hard to make him out at first, but he appeared to be standing there on top of the water. He was even swaying up and down with the waves.
He started walking towards the shore. Slowly, casually right on top of the water. He continued to come closer and closer. Behind him the army of dark troops followed, their bubbles moving smoothly across the water. It didn't take a genius to realize. There was going to be a problem here.
Well that's 11 in the books. Do you like it, let me know. If you don't let me know. I'll take your constructive criticism too by the way. So feel free to review it in any case. I appreciate all your time.
D.H.