Chapter 11 - Nothing is Left, Nothing is Right
"Marcus... he's gone..." whispered Zidane as he fell to his knees putting his shaking hands to the ground to support his body. He had no strength... it was all gone, fallen with his friend.
"Hehehe...!"
Zidane got to his feet and glared at the laughter of his former friend. Cinna's smile betrayed any thought of reason or normality.
"Why did you do that?" asked Zidane, his voice moving back and forth, uncontrolled by emotion. There was no reply but the laughter he heard.
"Damn you!" screamed Zidane as he jumped to his feet and ran towards Cinna, sword in hand. And then suddenly he realised what he had to do. Zidane jumped high over the burst of Fira magic which threatened to engulf him, and swiped out with his blade in hand. There was a massive clash of metal, and Zidane landed on the floor in front of Cinna, crouched with his back turned. Suddenly the Magiviasi fell from Cinna's body, and he fell to the ground in a shattered heap.
"It worked...! Cinna, are you ok!" Zidane shouted as he ran towards Cinna. Everyone looked on in disbelief at what had just happened.
"...I...remember what I've done Zidane...I couldn't..."
"It's ok Cinna..." Zidane sighed "It wasn't you."
Cinna got to his feet and looked around him, tears in his eyes. He backed away from the crowd of people who looked at him. He looked at the battered body of Weimar who was now also dead.
"I... killed them both Zidane..."
"No! You didn't Cinna, and you can never believe that you did."
Zidane looked down at the ground. That bastard Troa!
"Zidane..." whispered Cinna. He was holding a blow he had received in his hands, blood dripping from the wound.
"What is it Cinna?"
"Look after the Tantalus guys for me... and kick the shit out of that retard... do it for Marcus... do it for Weimar..."
Zidane looked at him in fear.
"Cinna wait...!"
"Zidane... do it for me...!" Cinna shouted as he turned his back and hurled himself off the side of the airship. Zidane screamed out and a massive sickness filled his stomach as he looked over the side just in time to see his friend fall into the chaos below them, just as Marcus had done. Suddenly Zidane ran towards the front of the ship and drew his sword.
"Come on! If that bastard's in my city... I'm gonna rip him to pieces!"
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Freya stood and looked over her native Burcemia from the secure reminents of the castle which stood above the lonely city. The rain poured as usual but for the Dragon Knight it was a welcome change. She was pleased to be home once again, but her thoughts lay elsewhere.
"Freya?"
She turned to see the figure of her lover, Sir Fratley.
"Fratley, how are you?"
"I'm fine, but it seems our friends in Lindblum are not."
Freya got to her feet. She had been fearing this ever since she and her friends had parted ways. Fratley continued to speak as she stood, spear in hand.
"The city has been completely sacked... this is what I've been told. The flames of the attackers linger in the skies."
"Then that means... Eiko and Amarant... were they...?"
"I don't know Freya. Do not fret, for your friends may still be alive. We have to trust in them."
Freya nodded at him.
"We cannot follow them, can we Fratley?"
"It wouldn't be wise. We have our own place to defend."
Freya jumped around twenty feet in the air and landed on a pillar, the highest point overlooking Burcemia. She could see it all, the entire city with the rain scattering over the workers, who still were pushing to create a new city for the people. She looked down at Sir Fratley and nodded.
"I will not yield Burcemia to such villiany! The pouring rains of this fair land will quench any advance made upon her!"
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"How close are we Eiko?" asked Artinia as the Phoenix burnt through the night sky with hope upon it's back.
"We'll be there in ten minutes." she whispered. Her wounds and mind still hurt from the previous battle.
"Everyone better be ready, cause I'm guessing the reception might not be to our liking." Amarant said to them all. The group nodded, and they quickly approached Alexandria, the night sky and the burning lights above the city acting as a guide that could be seen for many miles ahead.
"Marcus... he's gone..." whispered Zidane as he fell to his knees putting his shaking hands to the ground to support his body. He had no strength... it was all gone, fallen with his friend.
"Hehehe...!"
Zidane got to his feet and glared at the laughter of his former friend. Cinna's smile betrayed any thought of reason or normality.
"Why did you do that?" asked Zidane, his voice moving back and forth, uncontrolled by emotion. There was no reply but the laughter he heard.
"Damn you!" screamed Zidane as he jumped to his feet and ran towards Cinna, sword in hand. And then suddenly he realised what he had to do. Zidane jumped high over the burst of Fira magic which threatened to engulf him, and swiped out with his blade in hand. There was a massive clash of metal, and Zidane landed on the floor in front of Cinna, crouched with his back turned. Suddenly the Magiviasi fell from Cinna's body, and he fell to the ground in a shattered heap.
"It worked...! Cinna, are you ok!" Zidane shouted as he ran towards Cinna. Everyone looked on in disbelief at what had just happened.
"...I...remember what I've done Zidane...I couldn't..."
"It's ok Cinna..." Zidane sighed "It wasn't you."
Cinna got to his feet and looked around him, tears in his eyes. He backed away from the crowd of people who looked at him. He looked at the battered body of Weimar who was now also dead.
"I... killed them both Zidane..."
"No! You didn't Cinna, and you can never believe that you did."
Zidane looked down at the ground. That bastard Troa!
"Zidane..." whispered Cinna. He was holding a blow he had received in his hands, blood dripping from the wound.
"What is it Cinna?"
"Look after the Tantalus guys for me... and kick the shit out of that retard... do it for Marcus... do it for Weimar..."
Zidane looked at him in fear.
"Cinna wait...!"
"Zidane... do it for me...!" Cinna shouted as he turned his back and hurled himself off the side of the airship. Zidane screamed out and a massive sickness filled his stomach as he looked over the side just in time to see his friend fall into the chaos below them, just as Marcus had done. Suddenly Zidane ran towards the front of the ship and drew his sword.
"Come on! If that bastard's in my city... I'm gonna rip him to pieces!"
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Freya stood and looked over her native Burcemia from the secure reminents of the castle which stood above the lonely city. The rain poured as usual but for the Dragon Knight it was a welcome change. She was pleased to be home once again, but her thoughts lay elsewhere.
"Freya?"
She turned to see the figure of her lover, Sir Fratley.
"Fratley, how are you?"
"I'm fine, but it seems our friends in Lindblum are not."
Freya got to her feet. She had been fearing this ever since she and her friends had parted ways. Fratley continued to speak as she stood, spear in hand.
"The city has been completely sacked... this is what I've been told. The flames of the attackers linger in the skies."
"Then that means... Eiko and Amarant... were they...?"
"I don't know Freya. Do not fret, for your friends may still be alive. We have to trust in them."
Freya nodded at him.
"We cannot follow them, can we Fratley?"
"It wouldn't be wise. We have our own place to defend."
Freya jumped around twenty feet in the air and landed on a pillar, the highest point overlooking Burcemia. She could see it all, the entire city with the rain scattering over the workers, who still were pushing to create a new city for the people. She looked down at Sir Fratley and nodded.
"I will not yield Burcemia to such villiany! The pouring rains of this fair land will quench any advance made upon her!"
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"How close are we Eiko?" asked Artinia as the Phoenix burnt through the night sky with hope upon it's back.
"We'll be there in ten minutes." she whispered. Her wounds and mind still hurt from the previous battle.
"Everyone better be ready, cause I'm guessing the reception might not be to our liking." Amarant said to them all. The group nodded, and they quickly approached Alexandria, the night sky and the burning lights above the city acting as a guide that could be seen for many miles ahead.