"Liquid Karma" - by Allora Atwater a.k.a. Lucky Girl's Confusion
A/N: Well... I am writing notes to tell you that there will be more notes at the end - notes that will explain *everything* you read here in great detail, so that you don't *yell* at me for being inaccurate. Have patience! And thanks to those who have reviewed!
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"I urge you to reconsider your refusal. We take nothing from you and offer you an easier lifestyle in return."
"I stand by my husband's decision." Terra declared firmly. "We enjoy working together to make this world safer and stronger. To give up our efforts and relinquish the kingdom to the Empire would only serve as a fool's paradise, one which neither of us will be snared in."
"Agreed." Edgar took his wife's hand lovingly. "I will continue to rule over Figaro until my son succeeds me."
The mood turned sour for a spell, the emperor obviously warring with his inner turmoil. I'm sure he didn't expect to be refused by the King of Figaro, and by all means, there wasn't much he could do about it either. General Felix was giving me his watchful eye again, and this time, Ryland caught it as well. He looked towards me, his jaw set tightly. I let my shoulders fall as I shook my head; I couldn't figure it out either. His face was so burningly familiar...
"Understood," Chappelle finally backed down. He forced a smile. "No need to put a damper on things, right? So Mr. and Mrs. Cole, I understand you hail from Kohlingen?"
I nudged my father wryly. He glanced to me with a smirk.
"Yes," My mother intervened, folding her hands on the table. "We've lived there since Cadence was born. Locke is a native to the area."
"It's a pleasant little hamlet," Felix spoke up. "I've passed through several times. In fact, I believe I met your daughter at the local weaponry."
It suddenly became hard to swallow. So that was him... he was the Imperial soldier who had showed up a year prior. There was no mistaking the cold void in his eyes that seemed to penetrate through my skin.
"Oh?" My father raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his overprotective nature in full swing.
"You remember that?" I asked incredulously, feeling Ryland's eyes on me.
"Apparently you do as well."
I shook my head. "I thought I knew who you were. It was quite a long time ago though."
"So it was. You were very courteous during my visit."
"And you were very rude." I shot back, not liking the way he smiled at me. Ryland and my father didn't either.
"Cadence." my mother scolded lightly.
"It's quite alright, ma'am. I was rather inconsiderate at the time. I had pressing business to attend to and had to keep up a curt demeanor." He raised his eybrow ever so slightly. "I'm terribly sorry that I was terse with you."
"What's passed is past." Ryland mumbled. I smiled inwardly. Father was right; I was lucky to have so many people care for me.
***
I wiped my own tears away, squirming out of Ryland's arms. He was patient with me for the most part, letting me regain composure and fall back into a weeping mess in a moment's notice. Why couldn't I be strong like my mother? Why couldn't I ever live up to her?
"Goodnight." I muttered, leaving him behind.
***
Dinner had ended on a formal note, and as soon as the emperor was out of hearing-range, my father and King Edgar shared merciless jabs at the stuffy, strong-headed man. Ryland had disappeared after the banquet, retreating to his chambers without a word. When I asked Terra, she simply shrugged affectionately, telling me that Ryland had become rather reclusive since he'd returned from Jidoor. Was he mad at me? I wondered, idly tugging at the hem of my shirt. Would I ever hear what he wanted to tell me?
"Honey," my mother cooed, placing the back of an ivory hand upon my flushed cheek. "Are you alright? You look ill."
I shook my head, brushing her off. Terra pulled my mother aside and spoke to her, quietly so that I couldn't hear. Celes smiled, wrapping a surprisingly strong arm around my shoulders, and led me to an adjacent set of stairs.
"Goodnight Cadence Miranda," Terra bid me farewell.
"I'm not tired." I protested like a whiny brat, resisting the method of force in which my mother instated. She dragged me along, and I hissed unyieldingly.
"Just like your father," she mused. "Stubborn and impetuous, yet I can't help but love you so dearly."
I gave up.
When we reached my room, I smiled in fond rememberance; the familiar decor invited me towards a four-post bed, the canopy made of fine translucent thread and the sheets weaved of only the finest silk. This, I thought, was living it up. Nothing like our home in Kohlingen, though I admit, home sweet home was definately more comforting. I plopped myself ungracefully amongst the soft sheets, sampling the fabric between my fingers. Mother took her place next to me, running a hand through my uncharacteristically tamed hair.
Feeling especially motherly that night, she helped me dress for bed, folding my nice clothes neatly across a chair. A white cotton nightgown hung loosely around my modest frame, and she tied the sash for me, putting up with all my fussing. I let her brush my hair and sweep it into a casual braid, finally swatting her hands away when she was being too picky. I had hurt her feelings; it was as clear as day in her sky blue eyes.
"I guess I should let you go off to bed, Cadence." she smiled sadly, patting my hand. "Sorry if I treat you immaturely at times. You'll always be my baby girl..."
"Oh, come here." I sighed in mock-exasperation, catching her in a tight embrace. "I wanted to talk to you anyways."
"Oh?" she seemed to perk up. "This should be interesting."
I rarely confided in my mother; mostly I would go to my dad with all my problems and together, he and I would solve them. But I knew this time was different. Suddenly, being a lady became everything in the world to me.
"Well," I began, looking at my hands. How was I going ask my own mother this? "When did you realize you were in love with Dad?"
A tranquil smile painted her lips, and she shifted her weight to put an arm around my shoulder.
"Honey, I loved your father before I was even sure what love was. Growing up in the Imperial Army, becoming the youngest general under Gestahl's command... it forced a hardened outer shell upon me. And when I finally realized that their was some twinge of remorse in my gut, something that told me my place in life was not with the Empire, there was nothing I could do. They threw me in prison when I tried to escape, abusing me as they saw fit." Her eyes misted over slightly. "That was when Locke and I first met. He didn't see me as the rest of the world did; to him, I wasn't a traitor, nor was I a murderer. He saw me as a girl who desperately needed help, no matter how hard she pretended she didn't. He promised to protect me throughout the course of our travels, and that he did. Many times I let him come to my rescue, because I'd never known how wonderful it felt to have someone care that much about you. Care enough... to risk their own life for yours."
My eyelids grew heavy as I leaned against her shoulder. "But you knew about Rachel, didn't you?"
"After a time, yes. Locke had spared a few vague details every now and then, but up until our visit to Kohlingen, I never knew the full story." She sighed. "It killed me to watch his torment. Not knowing how to react to him, I expressed my sympathies privately. But I knew - before the world ended, I knew I'd fallen for him. And I'd come to find that he'd fallen for me as well."
I could barely hold my eyes open, and she was very aware of that. Gently prodding my shoulders, Mother was able to coax me under the covers.
"You have nothing to worry about sweetie." she cooed, and I knew what she was referring to.
"Can you tell dad to come in, when he gets a chance?"
"Of course." A mandatory kiss on the forehead. "I love you Cadence."
"Love you too, mom."
I rolled onto my side, patiently awaiting my father. A blue glint caught my eye; Atma was placed neatly upon my bedside table, making me feel a newfound sense of security. I reached out to stroke the hilt, sighing heavily.
"You summoned me?" Locke teased, poking his head in the door. I sat up and folded my arms across my chest indignantly.
"Indeed I did! What is the meaning of this?"
"Of what?" he furrowed his brow, inviting himself in.
"Of you not saying goodnight to me!"
He laughed. "But of course. Goodnight, my Cadence Miranda."
"Night, daddy." I laid back down, satisfied. He placed a hand on my forehead for a moment. "I'll see you in the morning."
***
I woke up for the second time that night, only to find the sun peeking over the illustrious mountains surrounding Narshe. We were so close to being in an actual city; I longed for the luxuries of running water and pre-cooked meals. Having lived off of stringy Were-Rats for several days, my stomach demanded something more substantial. I stretched my arms, bemoaning a vicious crink in my neck. Ryland slept peacefully beside me, a shallow snore breaking the barrier of silence between us. I ruffled his hair absently, resolving not to think about events past.
I stood, shielding my eyes for a moment as I found my bearings. Might as well catch breakfast early on, so we'd have the strength to reach Narshe. Besides, since leaving Figaro, Ryland had done all the work, hunting for food, setting up camp, conjuring up a fairly thought-out plan. Hardly royal activities if you ask me. In any event, I wasn't in the mood to wait on him that morning, and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me disturbing his slumber. Stumbling through the woods, Atma at my side, I went in search of a mid-morning snack.
The forest was crawling with less-than-delectable creatures, but I felt like showing off for Ryland. If I couldn't wow him with my cooking skills, I could at least impress him with a more succulent find. A rustle in the thicket startled me, and I turned around. Yellow eyes peered back at me from their hiding spot, slowly approaching me. Atma flickered and I held it up defensively, prepared to slice the animal in half; whatever it was, it looked big enough to feed a hungry family. At a leisurely pace, the newly-revealed Lobo stalked towards me, eyeing me in a nonchalant manner.
I didn't like the idea of killing it; they were practically man's best friend when properly trained. However, this particular canine was wild, with cold-blooded instincts to back it up. As I contemplated killing it, it could just as quickly rip my throat out.
"Ummm... nice doggie?"
Apparently I had offended the Lobo, and he bared his teeth at me angrily.
"Alright, ix-nay on the oggie-day." I joked, shifting my eyes nervously as the hair on the nape of the animal's neck stood up. A low growl, followed by a loud bark.
"Look, I really don't want to kill you..." I told the Lobo, pointing Atma downwards. The dog continued to bark, tossing in a ferocious snarl every now and then for good measure. I hated to claim defeat, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt the animal. I was stupid for ever thinking I could match up to either of my parents, or even Ryland. Just as the Lobo lunged for my neck, a flash of red light spliced through the dog, killing him instantly in mid-leap. The corpse fell to the ground in a furry heap, leaving me to stare straight at Ryland.
He appeared very displeased with me, his eyes still clouded with sleep. Anger was written plainly across his somber features, and he shifted his weight to rest a hand on his hip.
"Smart move Cadence. Are you sure you aren't trying to get yourself killed?"
Shame welled up in the pit of my stomach. I dipped my chin to avoid his penetrating glower.
"You don't have to be my knight in shining armor Ryland. I can take care of myself."
He smirked wryly. "Right. That's why you can't even kill a beast before it tries to kill you."
Why? Why did Ryland have to be my savior every time I tried to do something on my own? Did my grief make me weak and susceptible? Just the thought of killing an innocent creature made me sick with injustice.
"It's nice to know I have my privacy, with you lurking around as my bodyguard and all."
His eyes darkened and he grabbed my arm as I tried to brush past him.
"I'm not twisted like that, Cadence." he growled. Noticing my wince, he loosened his grasp and softened his tone. "I just get so scared for you. If I can't feel you by my side then I know you've gone off on your own again. I know you're capable of taking adequate care of yourself, but your heart's too pure to kill. I can see it in your face."
I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but he held me to him gently.
"If I lose you, then there's no point in trying to win back Figaro."
"Alright Ryland, I know what you're getting out, just stop already."
He let go, exasperated with my inability to express either gratitude or affection towards him. It was true; without him there to save me, I would've died a thousand deaths earlier. I didn't want a man to protect me, especially not the one I wanted to win over with my skills. Mother told me she had eased up a bit when she met Locke, let him do a little of the work for her because she liked feeling safe. Apparently it was her way of getting closer to him; she didn't act like a complete pushover, but when the two of them fought a mechanical contraption by the name of Tunnel Armor, she definately held back her full potential. At first I was concerned, wondering if she put my father in more danger than he should have been. With a sly wink, she'd replied, "No more than he would've been in without me. I kept a watchful eye on him."
Shaking my head, I caught up with Ryland and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks, I really do owe you one."
"Well," he replied, easing up a bit. "If you'd really like to repay me there's something you could do..."
***
I slept lightly for the duration of the evening, drifting in and out of uneasy dreams. Despite the warm atmosphere, my stomach twisted anxiously in anticipation. I tried convincing my stubborn mind that I was just feeling apprehensive over Ryland, that I was succumbing to some silly girlish crush, but to no avail. My bossy inner self couldn't win the fight against common sense. I myself fought against the urge to call out for my father several times during the night, berating my own foolishness.
A peculiar smell wafted past my nostrils, rousing me slightly. I buried my head under the pillow when the aroma strengthened, desperately seeking a good night's rest. Crankiness in the morning was a trait I'd picked up from Locke, and I wasn't in the mood to wake up grouchy. After a few moments, I became curious, unable to rest until said curiosity had been satisfied. The scent was more intense; it smelled like something was burning.
Throwing back the sheets and running to my bedroom window, I saw what a sixteen year old girl should never have to see. A swarm of dull brown uniforms flourished their sparkling blades, shocks of crimson splattering across the stone walls as innocent lives were being taken. Screams echoed through the walls, penetrating the thin air of silence.
"Imperial soldiers..." I whispered, disbelieving. So, Chappelle hadn't taken Edgar's words as lightly as he led us to believe. Of course, if he couldn't get what he wanted through negotiation, he'd take it by force. And to think, the people of the world had elected a new emperor, thinking they couldn't maintain without one and ultimately making the same mistake they had in the days of Gestahl.
The cries became louder, more distinct. The Figaro soldiers tried their best to defend their castle, parrying attacks as best they could, and falling victim to another merciless blow dealt by the Imperial Army. Scarlet flames shot up, covering the castle in a dense cloud of smoke. At the heart of the action stood General Felix; I couldn't discern his facial expression, but he undoubtedly wore a mask of hatred and amusement. Sickened, I turned away from the scene, yanking my nightgown off and putting on the jeans and shirt I had brought along with me. Clutching the hilt of the Atma Weapon, my Czarina ring glinted meaningfully.
"Don't fail me now." I warned, running out the door.
Expecting to find my parents nearby, I was greeted instead by more black smoke and a blaze that licked the edges of every door.
"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, choking heartily. It was probably a bad idea to be opening my mouth at that point, I'd realized. Terror squeezed my heart as I fought to remain calm. My parents must have made it outside and were helping to defend Figaro castle with the others. There was no use thinking bad thoughts. I fell to my knees and started crawling, remembering that smoke rises. I lifted the edge of my shirt and covered my mouth and nose as well. Couldn't afford to pass out in the middle of the halls.
I was lucky I left when I did; in a matter of seconds, the room in which I slept was engulfed in bright orange flames. My ears pounded, my face flushing red from the extreme temperatures. The power had gone out during the attack, and coupled with the thick layer of smoke, I was left groping around the halls blindly. If memory serves me, there should be a staircase down this way, I thought. I reached up after a few moments and touched a polished banister. When I tried to continue down the given path, I was intercepted by something hard and metallic. A piece of furniture? I wondered inanely.
No, a sterling spear, sharp as a finepoint needle. The weapon hovered just inches from my face, holding steady in the blazing heat.
"Oh shit." I cursed, bemoaning my luck. I dared to peer up at my attacker, only to feel the tip of the blade graze my cheek, piercing my virgin skin. The wound burned and tingled, warm blood marring my lightly tanned skin. Remembering Atma, I took one last breath and sliced the soldier down. How I had done so from such a careless position, I didn't know. Mother told me that Atma was only as strong as its owner, controlled by sheer energy. Perhaps my fear had driven it to unspeakable lengths. There was no time to contemplate my previous move. I crawled over the still-warm body, feeling my skin prickle with the motion. I badly wanted to scream for my father, for Edgar, for Ryland, but the rational part of my brain forced me to stay focused. I had to make it out alive.
Audible howls of pain and loss were captured in the halls, my path finally lighted by the brillant fire at the heart of the castle. Bodies were strewn about the marble floors, blood crusting the grout in between tiles, staining the white baseboards and soiling the intricate pillars. A dank, heavy smell infiltrated the barely breathable air - the scent of death. I wanted to cry out like the others, an emptiness in the pit of my stomach forming from the loss of so many innocent people. I had to find my father...
I scrambled to my feet, lightheaded and disoriented. A group of Imperial soldiers burst through the doors, barking out orders to one another. Atma's blue hue grew brighter despite my efforts to ease it. The men spotted me, taking note of my legendary weapon.
"Would ya look at that boys?" The commanding officer cooed appreciatively. "The little girl has a big sword. Atma no less. Didn't think it actually exsisted."
I kept a firm grip on my weapon, taking a few steps back as the soldiers approached. There's only a handful, I thought, sizing up the situation. I could take them.
"How's about you give us that nice lookin' sword, pretty lady?" the commander offered with saccharine sweetness. "Maybe we'll spare your life... if you repay us with a few... favors."
The lewd suggestion disgusted me and, wrinkling my nose in displeasure, I brought Atma down hard into his shoulder.
The man yelped in pain, clutching his offended shoulder like a child. Blood oozed out between his fingers, dripping on the floor.
"Kill the little bitch!" he demanded, referring to me. I ran, the soldiers hot on my heels. Afraid to look back, I rounded a sharp corner, finding that my exit was blocked by fire.
"Where you goin' sweetie?" one of the men called out to me. Frantically, my eyes surveyed the room, looking for some way to get away from them. I didn't have much time to waste. A flash of silver shot towards me, and I reached out with my weapon to block the advance. The clash of metal could be heard as I fended off his attacks, focusing on the man who was now coming up from behind me. With a sudden burst of strength, I sliced through the man's cheek, turning to face my next enemy head-on.
I didn't know how long I could last. Several of the men had been wounded by my hand, but I couldn't bring myself low enough to kill them, in spite of what they'd done. They were, after all, only following orders. As soon as I'd successfully warded off one soldier, two more would try to catch me from behind. The game was up when I'd been caught in a pincer attack. Knowing I couldn't fight them both off at once, I struck the man closest to me, knocking the blade from his hands. The other soldier managed a blow hard enough to put me in my place. I backed up against the wall, biting my lip against the sharp pain in my left arm, watching him with tentative eyes. So this is the end, I thought bleakly. Mother, Father, I hope you're alright.
The devious smirk was wiped clean off his face as sultry blood rained down on my head. I ducked, catching sight long enough to see a red sparkle of light impale the man who had previously tried to kill me. Now unable to hide my affrightment, I tucked my head between my knees, praying for a quick end. I had no will left to fight.
"Cadence!" his voice was hoarse, grating against the dying sounds of battle. I peered up cautiously, staring aghast at the blood seeping from his forehead, darkening his green hair. The vaulted ceiling was crumbling, bits of debris hitting the ground with a resounding smack.
Ryland fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I hugged back, a few salty tears rolling down my cheeks.
"What's happening?" I asked meekly, holding him at arm's length. He ripped off part of his shirt sleeve and bandaged up my arm, applying pressure to the wound.
"Imperial army." he replied, acid lacing his tone. "Chappelle wasn't about to let my father upstage him. I'm sure they didn't anticipate full cooperation from Figaro, so this attack was planned well before the dinner had even started."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him help me to my feet.
"Why don't they burrow the castle in the sand?" I asked, sheathing my Atma weapon. Ryalnd shook his head.
"Like I said, this attack was well thought-out. They threw a wrench in Figaro's operative machinery, quite literally. The gears are completely ruined; it could take days for a professional mechanic to fix. Obviously, we don't have the luxury of time."
One of the supports came hurtling down, catching the thick velvet curtains on fire as well.
"Come on!" Ryland called out, yanking me along by the forearm. "We have to get out of here!"
"What about my parents?" I shouted back, trying to pry myself loose from his grasp. He just gripped tighter, forcing me to follow him out. "No! Ryland, please!"
Didn't he understand? My mother, my father... they were... they had to be there somewhere. I wasn't going to leave without them, regardless if it cost me my own life just to find them.
"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, ineffectually wriggling beneath Ryland's strength. I had to find them!
Ryland and I scurried through the maze of fire, dodging tables and chairs that had been strewn about. He led me up a flight of stairs, my bare feet catching a shard of glass along the way. I yelped in pain, silently cursing myself for not slipping on a pair of shoes before I left my room. Ryland couldn't hear me; the sounds of battle were droning more heavily as we approached the outside balcony. I began to choke and chortle again, my body falling limpid. Ryland doubled back and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder for the rest of the way.
During that time, I had managed to lose consciousness, images of destruction still burning in my eyelids. A voice joined me in my temporary slumber, a voice I had thought to be Ryland's, heavy with concern for me. After a few moments of persistent chiding, I made out the mild, husky accent that branded my father's baritone.
"Cadence!"
Ryland had set me to my feet, and I winced. My father's amber eyes gazed back at me, a mist glazing over them. His face was covered with ash and soot, beads of sweat forming along his brow. Next to me, Ryland panted heavily, keeping an eye out for my next move.
"How are things looking out there, Mr. Cole?" Ryland prompted, as I reached out to hug my dad. He gestured to Ryland, who held me back.
"Thinning, but nowhere near over. This entire castle is going to hell if we don't hurry."
"It'll collapse unto itself." Ryland nodded knowingly, ignoring my mewled protests. "How are we going to get out?"
"Daddy!" I blurted out, and he came close enough to take my hand. "Where's mom, is she alright?"
"Your mother is with Terra." Locke replied bluntly, the look in his eyes nowhere near comforting. "I'll see to it that they're alright." He glanced back to Ryland. "Get my daughter out of here."
"I have to stay and fight for Figaro." he held his ground. My father shook his head sympathetically.
"Look at the girl in your arms. Does she mean anything to you?" Awkward silence. "Then get her out. Take her far away from here, do whatever you have to, just make sure she's safe."
"Daddy," I went on, blithely ignoring his entire speech. "Daddy, you have to get out of here too, we're all going to die if -"
He patted my cheek lightly.
"You'll see me again, Cady. I promise."
Ryland hefted me back up over his shoulder, and I reached out pleadingly for my father. He turned his back regretfully.
"No Ryland!" I shouted, nearly slipping from his grasp with my resistance. He was certainly fed up with my immaturity, but he didn't let it show. "We have to go back for my father!"
"What, you want me to carry him out too?" The prince hissed haughtily in my ear. "I'm going to make sure you're safe, Cadence, I made that promise to your dad and I won't break it. He won't break his either."
The scene unfolded before our eyes; complete chaos if I'd ever seen it. Frantic people were running around like chickens with their heads lopped off, squawking and carelessly swinging their blades. It seemed that the Imperial soldiers were beginning to retreat, and Figaro castle was crumbling further into the sand. No one cared for the place itself so much right then, taking wounded soldiers out of the mess and surrendering to the merciless sea of sand that surrounded them. I tore my eyes away.
We ran around to the back, finding a small escape hatch which had yet to be ravaged by the fire. Ryland whispered a few soothing words to ease my nerves, and we swiftly, carefully descended the ladder.
"I can walk." I croaked, betraying the hardened image I tried to put up. Sounding just as tired, Ryland sighed.
"I'm not letting you go. We'll be out of here soon, just relax."
How we'd made it so far without getting killed, I'd never know. I shifted my weight a little as we glided through the seemingly endless desert, hoping to alleviate the inevitable discomfort Atma's position along my hip was causing Ryland. He grunted, informing me that I didn't make things any better. A sudden burst of strength pushed Ryland to run another quarter-mile before setting me down. Once again, I grimaced, the glass still embedded in my heel, my head spining from the blood that had rushed to it during my time upside down. Reaching down, I plucked the sliver of glass from my foot, making a face at the dried blood. I looked up when I felt him staring at me, his chest heaving violently. Sweat and blood dampened his shirtfront, his lightly muscled arms laced with cuts and blossoming bruises. Green hair plastered his forehead, long bangs hanging in his eyes. Combing his unruly locks back, he gazed meaningfully into my eyes, stepping forward to brush my cheek with his fingertips.
Instead of feeling a warm, heady sensation like I'd expected, his touch stung me. I remembered the wound across my cheek with a bitterness I'd never felt before. Physically, I was worse off than Ryland; my arm had stopped bleeding, but crimson rivers leaked down my face and legs, my hair rebelliously tangled around my quivering frame. We had made it out alive - but what about our parents? My father vowed we'd see each other again, as did he vow to keep Mother safe. Ever since Rachel, Dad was extremely cautious about making - and keeping - his promises, and I trusted him wholeheartedly.
Looking away to face my distant view of the castle, I watched as the entire estate was swallowed by the bright orange blaze, greedy flames licking the charred sky in triumph. A throaty growl of utter anguish punctuated Ryland's perpetual silence, striking a chord deep inside of me. I turned back to him, unshed tears glistening in his eyes; he felt like a failure, no doubt. Like there was anything he could do about it, but that was Ryland for you. A blistering wave of heat swept over us, and the black smoke enveloped the haunting orange. Figaro castle was no more.
Ignoring the pain in my foot, my throbbing temples, my aching limbs, I threw myself at Ryland, holding him as tightly to me as I could manage with my diminishing strength. He responded just as heartily, wrapping his arms around my undamaged waist and leaning his weight against me. I was sure he was exhausted as well, having carried my weight along with his own. He smelled of smoke, sweat, and - strangely - day-old cologne. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, wanting to drown out the tormented screams that echoed in my mind. His fingers tightened around my hair, parting the abused locks tenderly in an attempt to tame them. A few tears seeped into my scalp, and he sniffed the rest back. We were alive, we had made it out. I tried in vain to forget the burning questions in my mind, needing to calm myself before bringing unwanted rationality into the picture.
He released me, but I still clung to him.
"A few more minutes." I pleaded. He shook his head reluctantly.
"We have to get out of here, Cadence."
I loosened my arms from around his neck.
"We could go back to my home in Kohlingen... I'll bet my parents are there, waiting for us." The idea brought me beside myself with joy, and I grabbed his collar exciedly. "I'll bet your parents are there with them! And the townspeople, they've always been good to me, I'm sure they'll help us... I don't know what with, but I know they'll help us..."
Ryland put a finger to my lips.
"Did you see that explosion, Cadence?" His voice was low, coaxing. I nodded meekly. "Do you think anyone could've survived that? The emperor wasn't out just for the kingdom of Figaro... he had it in for my father as well. I'm sure that if Chappelle wanted the royal family dead, he would go to whatever lengths he could."
I backed away, disbelieving. "Then why are we still standing? Why are YOU still standing? Wouldn't he find a way to get to you too then?"
"He probably will." Ryland replied dreadfully. "Which is why we can't endanger the people of Kohlingen. That's where they'll expect us to go - remember General Felix? He completely zeroed in on your location... among other things."
I would've smiled at the jealousy in his voice, but I was too concerned to care whether Ryland was displaying his feelings for me or not.
"My parents are alive." I told him with absolute certainty.
"They may be," he spoke quietly. "But they may not be. And your father specifically told me I had to get you out of here, as far as possible. If he's alive, this is what he'd want. We can't stay on this continent much longer... they'll find us."
Ryland turned his back to me uncharacteristically, and began walking in the complete opposite direction of Kohlingen.
"What are you thinking?!" I demanded, jogging to catch up with him. "Where do you propose we go?"
Tears of frustration blurred my vision. "Take me home goddamn it!"
"We HAVE no home!" he yelled back, traces of saline effacing the soot on his cheeks. "We're on the run Cadence, don't you get it? That attack wasn't an accident! The Empire wants us dead, and they'll search from here to Triangle Island for us!"
"Why would they do that?" I screeched, using anger to mask the hurt I felt when Ryland raised his voice with me. I could dish it out, but I couldn't take it. "If they wanted us dead, they wouldn't have withdrawn before completing the attack! They wanted your kingdom desecrated - mission accomplished! What do they care about us?"
"I'm the rightful heir to the throne! If I'm still alive, there's a chance that Figaro will be restored, and they won't settle for that. They withdrew so they wouldn't go down with the place." His voice quavered for a moment, regaining composure quickly. "Their job isn't done."
I snorted ungracefully. "So what? You leave then. This has nothing to do with me!"
As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could call them back and bury them deep within the recesses of my mind, never to be shown again. How could I say something so selfish? Didn't my parents raise me better than that? Ryland felt the impact of my words, his emerald eyes reflecting the worlds of pain I'd caused him. The hurt quickly turned into spite, and a resolute shadow passed over his eyes.
"Fine Cadence," he snarled, walking closer to me. "You can go home. But when you get to Kohlingen and find an abandoned town, I'll be nowhere in sight." His voice lowered. "And when General Felix hunts you down, I won't be there to save you. I saw the way he was looking at you -" His voice caught in his throat. "You'd better pray that killing you is the most merciful thing he'd do."
I shut my eyes tightly, Felix's hungry, predatorial glower branded in my mind. Instinctively, I wound my arm back and slapped the prince of Figaro, swiping my nails across his unblemished flesh. The satisfying smack seemed to echo, zephyr playing it over and over through the empty desert. Time stood still as blood welled up on his face, forming three shallow scratches. We remained silent, and I happily noted that the look of anger and outrage had been replaced with understanding.
"Where are we going, Ryland?" I asked, trying to sound confident. He stood still for a moment and smiled, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "I was hoping we could catch a boat to the mainland. I want to find my uncle Sabin first and foremost."
"Setzer could help us." I added, suddenly eager to find my surrogate uncle. "He's still got the Falcon in his possession, he could fly us wherever we need to go."
Ryland put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. I reached up and patted it with my own.
The reality of our overwhelming situation didn't dawn on either of us till much later.
***
I suppose I might've felt guilty, but my empty stomach was far to pleased to protest, and when my stomach was satisfied, my mind didn't dare intrude. The Lobo had a nice, smoky flavor; the meat succulent and full of fat - a good thing when you've been living off of fungi and rodents for a stretch of time. At first I was a little reluctant in complying with Ryland's request to cook the poor creature. But after all, I did owe him, and I wanted to make him a good meal to show my gratitude (and my hunting skills). Besides, Ryland had been losing weight, the skin taught over his ribs and shoulder blades. I blushed at the thought. No point in letting a good breakfast go bad, especially when a growing young man with a high metabolism is present.
Ryland himself seemed to be having quite a feast. I was glad I'd pleased him; it was the least I could do for his whole bodyguard mindset. After my run-in with the Lobo, I knew I couldn't play fair anymore and let something kill me. I had to defend myself, to prove that I could put my money where my mouth was. I knew there would be times where I wouldn't have an Illumina-wielding crown prince to take every hit for me; I had to be strong, tough it out. There could always be time for grief later on. We had a job to do.... and there was that lingering possibility that my parents were still alive somewhere...
***
A lot had changed in eighteen years... or so I had heard from my father one afternoon. I would ask my mother about things, but she'd lived a very sheltered life with the Empire, and was only allowed out of Vector on missions. She wasn't too aware of the smaller details, even though she'd taken two years off to travel with Locke. Added to which, Dad had about seven years over her, and a lot can happen in seven years as well.
Ryland and I had travelled on foot for a grand total of six hours, stopping several times to rest, but never to sleep. I don't think we could have if we tried, and if we did, I was certain our dreams would be plagued with demons. The rosy colors of daybreak lit the horizon, bouncing off the rippling waters below. The waves crashed against the shore, restless and beseeching of the soft sand. My feet were sore, the soles being ravaged unmercilessly by the rough terrain. Ryland offered several times to help me construct a pair of makeshift sandals, but I'd adamantly refused.
But, back to what I was saying... a lot had changed in eighteen years. We were headed towards a small town that had been founded only thirteen years ago by rich Jidoorian immigrants. Twille, it was called, trite and perky-looking, nested right along the coast. Ryland had learned of it while studying in Jidoor, saying it was an eclectic chip off the social block. Father and I talked about visiting, to see what the place was like, but upon deciding that it was nothing more than a slew of aristocratic egocentrics, we opted for more remote locations instead. Transportation was hard to come by these days, since only a select few ships ever left Twille and the continent's only source for imports was Figaro castle.
It was our best shot at getting to South Figaro, along with catching a meal and a good night's sleep. Ryland estimated that it could be days, even weeks, before the Empire would begin to track us. By then we could already be in Narshe, and they'd never know it. Occasionally I would dog behind as we ventured closer to the town, staring off into space and thinking about the previous events that sent us on the run. Ryland would start talking, realize I was no longer beside him, and pace back to me patiently. Before setting foot along the Twille town limits, we strolled down to the beach, rinsing the blood and dirt from our bodies, clothes and hair. We stretched out along a few boulders in the cove, letting the warm summer sun dry us off.
When we were satisfied that we didn't look too terribly injured, we retraced our steps back to the town. At first, the concrete and cobblestone burnt my feet, but I bit down and took it. Twille was a nice place; definately more old fashioned than the newly improved Jidoor, but certainly classier than Kohlingen. There were people mulling about at a leisurely pace; I assumed it was rather early to be up for such elite snobs as these. Now Cadence, I scolded myself, the mother in me showing her rarely-seen visage. Don't make assumptions.
"Are you alright?" Ryland asked, a hint of concern lacing his tone. His hair was still wet, hanging in his eyes as always. My own hair hung flat and damp around the small of my back.
"I'm tired. I'm hungry. I need shoes." I could've gone on forever, but Ryland got the picture quite clearly.
"Fine, fine. I've got the money to take care of you, don't worry Cadence."
I didn't ask how he'd managed to bring enough gold along with us, but it didn't really matter. I supposed a king's son had his ways of keeping gold with him at all times. If push came to shove, we could always sell our rings...
No, I reprimanded myself. We can't give these up, there's too much sentimental value weaved into them.
The buildings were small and quaint, unweathered and well kept. Shopkeepers swept the sand from the sidewalks, keeping the entire town immacculately tidy. I felt slightly out of place, my jeans ripped up to my knees, battle scars lacing my body. Ryland didn't look too refined either, having ripped off his other sleeve to bandage a wound on his leg. The townspeople shot us inquiring glances, reckoning us to be foreigners.
Ryland walked ahead of me, examining the signs in store windows. We rounded a corner and he stopped, waiting for me to catch up.
"We need clothes." He said, matter-of-factly. "We could probably get something in here, don't you think?"
He pointed to the store in front of us, a funky little vintage shop next to an ice cream parlor. Peering in the display window, I wrinkled my nose at the tawdry yellow dress that an expressionless mannequin donned with pride. Still, it was better than the tacky tourista shops and pricey name brand stores. I nodded my approval.
I never thought the day would come when Ryland and I would go garment shopping together, silly as it seemed. I separated myself from him, wandering off to a section of sale-priced racks. Poor Ryland looked a little confused; I guessed he hadn't done too much of his own shopping, being the prince of an esteemed kingdom and all. I giggled when he enlisted the help of an overly-eager salesclerk. Searching through the shambles of thrifty clothing articles, I quickly decided on a powder blue shirt and dark denims, accompanied by a dusty pair of tennis shoes. That was the way my mother and I were, always buying the cheapest things we could find, given that they were the right size and tastefully tailored. I swung the hangers over my shoulder, hooked the backs of the shoes in my fingers, searching for Ryland.
I rolled my eyes in disgust when I found him. Several of the gypsy-like sales girls were oogling at him, holding shirts to his chest and looking at each other for approval. He grinned, shamelessly flirting with them. Just like his father.
"How do you think this one looks on him Lauress?"
The blonde girl named Lauress tilted her head, taking in a very pleasing view of the crown prince.
"I think the dark green looks better. It matches those lovely eyes."
The other girl, a short redhead with a strange headress pulled out a forest green tunic, made of synthetic materials. I curled my upper lip when he gave his mirror image an appraising once-over.
"Stop admiring yourself, pretty boy, and let's go." I hissed. He turned to me, as did his two flouncy new friends.
"Relax Cadence." he cooed, taking my clothes and setting them on the counter with his own.
"How can I, after what happened last night?"
The salesgirl who was ringing us up suddenly stopped.
"Oh yeah, did you guys hear about Figaro castle? Such a shame."
I turned to her, slamming my hands down on the counter, and immediately regretting the action. The noise startled both of us, and the stinging on my palms was rather unpleasant.
"What have you heard?"
She paused for a minute, staring hesitantly at my hands, then to the sword hanging at my hip.
"Oh well there was quite a show of lights real early last night. There's been talk all over the town about what could've happened. A few men went out to survey the scene and found the place destroyed."
"Yes," Lauress agreed, folding our clothes and disposing of the hangers. "They said there was no way anyone could've survived that. There haven't been any survivors found."
Ryland paid her silently, his eyes downcast, killer smile fading into a thin line. She handed us our clothes, and I held mine to my chest, retreating into one of the two dressing rooms. Upon shutting the door behind me, salty tears were shed anew. She had to be wrong... it had only happened a few hours ago, no one could possibly know... and yet with all the commotion, it would be hard to ignore. The jeans were slightly roomy in the hips, but they weren't falling off, so I didn't complain. The shirt fit rather snugly, but it was light and comfortable. My shoes seemed pretty sturdy, but my tender soles would have to get used to them. I gazed at myself in the mirror, my pallid features looking haunted and afraid. There was still a fresh wound on my cheek, one that would probably fade into a lifelong scar. My hands trembled, reaching for Atma. I took a deep breath and wiped the tears away, exiting to find Ryland in the green shirt and a pair of khaki pants. The girls were still trying to get in good with him, but he was newly distraught over the news about Figaro. I reached for his hand and led him out.
"Thanks for shopping..." Lauress called out, slightly disappointed. The little bell jangled as we left the store and headed down the street.
"They've got to be wrong." I told myself aloud.
"We can think about everything later." Ryland replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Right now we have to concentrate on getting out of here. Oh, and altering our identities."
"Huh?" I faced him, confusion effacing my sadness. "Christ Ry, you're making me feel like a fugitive."
"You're right." he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "But it's better to be safe than sorry. It'll make it harder for Chappelle to track us if we don't fit his description. Especially me." He muttered, blowing a strand of green from his eyes. I giggled. It *would* be difficult for Ryland to go unnoticed with his otherworldly good looks. I exhaled wistfully, remembering the shameless way those girls at the store had hit on him. They were so blatant, so unabashed about complimenting him. Too bad I couldn't be that open without feeling like my face resembled a tomato. He never did get to tell me what was on his mind after dinner. He had just disappeared until my time of need. A regular knight in shining armor, but was it enough?
"Okay, I see your point." I responded, skipping ahead and walking backwards to face him. "How about we head on over to the general store and see what we can do?"
He smiled at me, a deep, almost tangible melancholy betraying the action. Believe me, I thought. I know how you must be feeling.
The small shop was certainly more refined than anything back home. Fresh, lightly scented air rushed towards us as we entered, filling me with a certain nostalgia. Almost like those Sunday trips I took with father...
"Welcome." A pleasant, plump man greeted us, and we looked at each other before hesitantly smiling back at him. We perused the aisles, taking a minute to examine a few odds and ends. I came to a small section that had assorted makeup and hair dyes. I bent down, Ryland nearly tripping over me before he took note of my current position. I beckoned him to join me on the floor and he did, long legs folding awkwardly beneath him. Holding a selected box to his head, I made decisive little grunts.
"Do I even need to ask?" He wondered aloud, staring me straight in the eyes.
"We're dying your hair." I replied sweetly, liking the shade of dark chestnut I had picked out. "If you ever want to go unnoticed, you can't do it with those lime-colored locks of yours, now can you?"
"I suppose not." I admitted after a few moments, and I frowned a little. I'd certainly miss those crazy tresses of his.
"What about you?" He turned the tables on me.
"What about me?" I echoed, fingering a long strand of golden brown. "I guess I could always cut it... I mean, the length in itself is a dead give away..."
Ryland reached out and raked his fingers through my wind-blown mane, eliciting a purr of satisfaction from me. Both my mtoher and I were passionate about people playing with our hair.
"Don't cut it." He ordered. "I like it the way it is. I've always wanted to..."
He stopped, pulling his hand away. He certainly knew how to play the cards like his father, he just didn't go in for the kill. I huffed in disappointment, shouldering past him and setting the box on the counter.
"Will this be all for you?" The man asked drearily, apparently tired of repeating the same line over again, every day of his life.
"It sure will." I returned, forcing a chipper tone. Ryland recovered from his thoughts and joined me at the counter, pulling out a handful of gold with which to pay the man. The shopkeeper thanked us and we went on our merry way. Expecting to venture on towards a restaurant, I was surprised when Ryland stopped just short of the exit and handed me several gold pieces.
"There's a hotel about two blocks north of here called 'The Oceanic Inn'. You can't miss it. Go there and get us a room. I'm going to run some errands while we're here."
I stared disapprovingly at him.
"What happened to being so adamant about leaving?" I snapped, peeved that he was turning me loose after making such a big deal of being my protector.
He shifted his weight in exasperation. "I'm going to check and see when the next vessel leaves for South Figaro." He readily replied. "You can go ahead and get something to eat if you want, just don't wander off too far."
"Yes father." I droned, rolling my eyes. He was not amused. Uncomfortable with displaying too much emotion, I lowered my voice. "You be careful too Ryland. I don't want anything happening to you."
He gazed at me for a moment, his eyes deepening with unspoken emotion.
"You just don't want to be alone."
And he turned around and left.
*To Be Continued*
A/N: Alright, before people yell at me, or lose interest, I'd like to straighten a few things up. First of all, yes I took the liberty of creating my own town. I really wanted to refrain from putting too many new elements in the original story, but it was the only way to do this. Cadence and Ryland somehow needed to leave the continent, and taking into consideration that Figaro castle was demolished and there is no port in Kohlingen, I needed a new plan. Henceforth, I bore the town of Twille.
Second of all, I would also like to clear this matter up - this is NOT a solely original work. I hate stories that revolve around only original characters set in the world of Final Fantasy. It defeats the purpose. These first two chapters serve to build up my own characters before re-introducing the canon players. I'm currently working Sabin and Setzer into the story, as well as a few others. I just need to establish the relationship between Cadence and Ryland before throwing them into an epic adventure.
Third, don't let my summary fool you into thinking that Locke, Celes, Edgar, and Terra are all dead now. They may or may not be. Some may live, others may die. Cadence and Ryland are led to believe that their parents didn't make it out alive, which is why they make those kinda of references. Just note that at this point in my story, anything can and will be possible.
Also, there may be some things you find factually incorrect. I know, I know, not all of the images I portray are completely plausible at times. But that's the way I write, and if I were to write pertaining to real life human fact, I wouldn't have a very good story on my hands. It's called Final Fantasy, not Final Reality. Anything could be possible.
Lastly, I appreciate all the positive feedback I'm getting! I realize that most people don't give these "next generation" things much of a chance, but I hope you like this! From here on out, things are going to be rough-and-tumble for our heroine and her hero, and I promise there will be a lot mroe action and drama going on in chapter three!
A/N: Well... I am writing notes to tell you that there will be more notes at the end - notes that will explain *everything* you read here in great detail, so that you don't *yell* at me for being inaccurate. Have patience! And thanks to those who have reviewed!
***
"I urge you to reconsider your refusal. We take nothing from you and offer you an easier lifestyle in return."
"I stand by my husband's decision." Terra declared firmly. "We enjoy working together to make this world safer and stronger. To give up our efforts and relinquish the kingdom to the Empire would only serve as a fool's paradise, one which neither of us will be snared in."
"Agreed." Edgar took his wife's hand lovingly. "I will continue to rule over Figaro until my son succeeds me."
The mood turned sour for a spell, the emperor obviously warring with his inner turmoil. I'm sure he didn't expect to be refused by the King of Figaro, and by all means, there wasn't much he could do about it either. General Felix was giving me his watchful eye again, and this time, Ryland caught it as well. He looked towards me, his jaw set tightly. I let my shoulders fall as I shook my head; I couldn't figure it out either. His face was so burningly familiar...
"Understood," Chappelle finally backed down. He forced a smile. "No need to put a damper on things, right? So Mr. and Mrs. Cole, I understand you hail from Kohlingen?"
I nudged my father wryly. He glanced to me with a smirk.
"Yes," My mother intervened, folding her hands on the table. "We've lived there since Cadence was born. Locke is a native to the area."
"It's a pleasant little hamlet," Felix spoke up. "I've passed through several times. In fact, I believe I met your daughter at the local weaponry."
It suddenly became hard to swallow. So that was him... he was the Imperial soldier who had showed up a year prior. There was no mistaking the cold void in his eyes that seemed to penetrate through my skin.
"Oh?" My father raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his overprotective nature in full swing.
"You remember that?" I asked incredulously, feeling Ryland's eyes on me.
"Apparently you do as well."
I shook my head. "I thought I knew who you were. It was quite a long time ago though."
"So it was. You were very courteous during my visit."
"And you were very rude." I shot back, not liking the way he smiled at me. Ryland and my father didn't either.
"Cadence." my mother scolded lightly.
"It's quite alright, ma'am. I was rather inconsiderate at the time. I had pressing business to attend to and had to keep up a curt demeanor." He raised his eybrow ever so slightly. "I'm terribly sorry that I was terse with you."
"What's passed is past." Ryland mumbled. I smiled inwardly. Father was right; I was lucky to have so many people care for me.
***
I wiped my own tears away, squirming out of Ryland's arms. He was patient with me for the most part, letting me regain composure and fall back into a weeping mess in a moment's notice. Why couldn't I be strong like my mother? Why couldn't I ever live up to her?
"Goodnight." I muttered, leaving him behind.
***
Dinner had ended on a formal note, and as soon as the emperor was out of hearing-range, my father and King Edgar shared merciless jabs at the stuffy, strong-headed man. Ryland had disappeared after the banquet, retreating to his chambers without a word. When I asked Terra, she simply shrugged affectionately, telling me that Ryland had become rather reclusive since he'd returned from Jidoor. Was he mad at me? I wondered, idly tugging at the hem of my shirt. Would I ever hear what he wanted to tell me?
"Honey," my mother cooed, placing the back of an ivory hand upon my flushed cheek. "Are you alright? You look ill."
I shook my head, brushing her off. Terra pulled my mother aside and spoke to her, quietly so that I couldn't hear. Celes smiled, wrapping a surprisingly strong arm around my shoulders, and led me to an adjacent set of stairs.
"Goodnight Cadence Miranda," Terra bid me farewell.
"I'm not tired." I protested like a whiny brat, resisting the method of force in which my mother instated. She dragged me along, and I hissed unyieldingly.
"Just like your father," she mused. "Stubborn and impetuous, yet I can't help but love you so dearly."
I gave up.
When we reached my room, I smiled in fond rememberance; the familiar decor invited me towards a four-post bed, the canopy made of fine translucent thread and the sheets weaved of only the finest silk. This, I thought, was living it up. Nothing like our home in Kohlingen, though I admit, home sweet home was definately more comforting. I plopped myself ungracefully amongst the soft sheets, sampling the fabric between my fingers. Mother took her place next to me, running a hand through my uncharacteristically tamed hair.
Feeling especially motherly that night, she helped me dress for bed, folding my nice clothes neatly across a chair. A white cotton nightgown hung loosely around my modest frame, and she tied the sash for me, putting up with all my fussing. I let her brush my hair and sweep it into a casual braid, finally swatting her hands away when she was being too picky. I had hurt her feelings; it was as clear as day in her sky blue eyes.
"I guess I should let you go off to bed, Cadence." she smiled sadly, patting my hand. "Sorry if I treat you immaturely at times. You'll always be my baby girl..."
"Oh, come here." I sighed in mock-exasperation, catching her in a tight embrace. "I wanted to talk to you anyways."
"Oh?" she seemed to perk up. "This should be interesting."
I rarely confided in my mother; mostly I would go to my dad with all my problems and together, he and I would solve them. But I knew this time was different. Suddenly, being a lady became everything in the world to me.
"Well," I began, looking at my hands. How was I going ask my own mother this? "When did you realize you were in love with Dad?"
A tranquil smile painted her lips, and she shifted her weight to put an arm around my shoulder.
"Honey, I loved your father before I was even sure what love was. Growing up in the Imperial Army, becoming the youngest general under Gestahl's command... it forced a hardened outer shell upon me. And when I finally realized that their was some twinge of remorse in my gut, something that told me my place in life was not with the Empire, there was nothing I could do. They threw me in prison when I tried to escape, abusing me as they saw fit." Her eyes misted over slightly. "That was when Locke and I first met. He didn't see me as the rest of the world did; to him, I wasn't a traitor, nor was I a murderer. He saw me as a girl who desperately needed help, no matter how hard she pretended she didn't. He promised to protect me throughout the course of our travels, and that he did. Many times I let him come to my rescue, because I'd never known how wonderful it felt to have someone care that much about you. Care enough... to risk their own life for yours."
My eyelids grew heavy as I leaned against her shoulder. "But you knew about Rachel, didn't you?"
"After a time, yes. Locke had spared a few vague details every now and then, but up until our visit to Kohlingen, I never knew the full story." She sighed. "It killed me to watch his torment. Not knowing how to react to him, I expressed my sympathies privately. But I knew - before the world ended, I knew I'd fallen for him. And I'd come to find that he'd fallen for me as well."
I could barely hold my eyes open, and she was very aware of that. Gently prodding my shoulders, Mother was able to coax me under the covers.
"You have nothing to worry about sweetie." she cooed, and I knew what she was referring to.
"Can you tell dad to come in, when he gets a chance?"
"Of course." A mandatory kiss on the forehead. "I love you Cadence."
"Love you too, mom."
I rolled onto my side, patiently awaiting my father. A blue glint caught my eye; Atma was placed neatly upon my bedside table, making me feel a newfound sense of security. I reached out to stroke the hilt, sighing heavily.
"You summoned me?" Locke teased, poking his head in the door. I sat up and folded my arms across my chest indignantly.
"Indeed I did! What is the meaning of this?"
"Of what?" he furrowed his brow, inviting himself in.
"Of you not saying goodnight to me!"
He laughed. "But of course. Goodnight, my Cadence Miranda."
"Night, daddy." I laid back down, satisfied. He placed a hand on my forehead for a moment. "I'll see you in the morning."
***
I woke up for the second time that night, only to find the sun peeking over the illustrious mountains surrounding Narshe. We were so close to being in an actual city; I longed for the luxuries of running water and pre-cooked meals. Having lived off of stringy Were-Rats for several days, my stomach demanded something more substantial. I stretched my arms, bemoaning a vicious crink in my neck. Ryland slept peacefully beside me, a shallow snore breaking the barrier of silence between us. I ruffled his hair absently, resolving not to think about events past.
I stood, shielding my eyes for a moment as I found my bearings. Might as well catch breakfast early on, so we'd have the strength to reach Narshe. Besides, since leaving Figaro, Ryland had done all the work, hunting for food, setting up camp, conjuring up a fairly thought-out plan. Hardly royal activities if you ask me. In any event, I wasn't in the mood to wait on him that morning, and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me disturbing his slumber. Stumbling through the woods, Atma at my side, I went in search of a mid-morning snack.
The forest was crawling with less-than-delectable creatures, but I felt like showing off for Ryland. If I couldn't wow him with my cooking skills, I could at least impress him with a more succulent find. A rustle in the thicket startled me, and I turned around. Yellow eyes peered back at me from their hiding spot, slowly approaching me. Atma flickered and I held it up defensively, prepared to slice the animal in half; whatever it was, it looked big enough to feed a hungry family. At a leisurely pace, the newly-revealed Lobo stalked towards me, eyeing me in a nonchalant manner.
I didn't like the idea of killing it; they were practically man's best friend when properly trained. However, this particular canine was wild, with cold-blooded instincts to back it up. As I contemplated killing it, it could just as quickly rip my throat out.
"Ummm... nice doggie?"
Apparently I had offended the Lobo, and he bared his teeth at me angrily.
"Alright, ix-nay on the oggie-day." I joked, shifting my eyes nervously as the hair on the nape of the animal's neck stood up. A low growl, followed by a loud bark.
"Look, I really don't want to kill you..." I told the Lobo, pointing Atma downwards. The dog continued to bark, tossing in a ferocious snarl every now and then for good measure. I hated to claim defeat, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt the animal. I was stupid for ever thinking I could match up to either of my parents, or even Ryland. Just as the Lobo lunged for my neck, a flash of red light spliced through the dog, killing him instantly in mid-leap. The corpse fell to the ground in a furry heap, leaving me to stare straight at Ryland.
He appeared very displeased with me, his eyes still clouded with sleep. Anger was written plainly across his somber features, and he shifted his weight to rest a hand on his hip.
"Smart move Cadence. Are you sure you aren't trying to get yourself killed?"
Shame welled up in the pit of my stomach. I dipped my chin to avoid his penetrating glower.
"You don't have to be my knight in shining armor Ryland. I can take care of myself."
He smirked wryly. "Right. That's why you can't even kill a beast before it tries to kill you."
Why? Why did Ryland have to be my savior every time I tried to do something on my own? Did my grief make me weak and susceptible? Just the thought of killing an innocent creature made me sick with injustice.
"It's nice to know I have my privacy, with you lurking around as my bodyguard and all."
His eyes darkened and he grabbed my arm as I tried to brush past him.
"I'm not twisted like that, Cadence." he growled. Noticing my wince, he loosened his grasp and softened his tone. "I just get so scared for you. If I can't feel you by my side then I know you've gone off on your own again. I know you're capable of taking adequate care of yourself, but your heart's too pure to kill. I can see it in your face."
I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but he held me to him gently.
"If I lose you, then there's no point in trying to win back Figaro."
"Alright Ryland, I know what you're getting out, just stop already."
He let go, exasperated with my inability to express either gratitude or affection towards him. It was true; without him there to save me, I would've died a thousand deaths earlier. I didn't want a man to protect me, especially not the one I wanted to win over with my skills. Mother told me she had eased up a bit when she met Locke, let him do a little of the work for her because she liked feeling safe. Apparently it was her way of getting closer to him; she didn't act like a complete pushover, but when the two of them fought a mechanical contraption by the name of Tunnel Armor, she definately held back her full potential. At first I was concerned, wondering if she put my father in more danger than he should have been. With a sly wink, she'd replied, "No more than he would've been in without me. I kept a watchful eye on him."
Shaking my head, I caught up with Ryland and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks, I really do owe you one."
"Well," he replied, easing up a bit. "If you'd really like to repay me there's something you could do..."
***
I slept lightly for the duration of the evening, drifting in and out of uneasy dreams. Despite the warm atmosphere, my stomach twisted anxiously in anticipation. I tried convincing my stubborn mind that I was just feeling apprehensive over Ryland, that I was succumbing to some silly girlish crush, but to no avail. My bossy inner self couldn't win the fight against common sense. I myself fought against the urge to call out for my father several times during the night, berating my own foolishness.
A peculiar smell wafted past my nostrils, rousing me slightly. I buried my head under the pillow when the aroma strengthened, desperately seeking a good night's rest. Crankiness in the morning was a trait I'd picked up from Locke, and I wasn't in the mood to wake up grouchy. After a few moments, I became curious, unable to rest until said curiosity had been satisfied. The scent was more intense; it smelled like something was burning.
Throwing back the sheets and running to my bedroom window, I saw what a sixteen year old girl should never have to see. A swarm of dull brown uniforms flourished their sparkling blades, shocks of crimson splattering across the stone walls as innocent lives were being taken. Screams echoed through the walls, penetrating the thin air of silence.
"Imperial soldiers..." I whispered, disbelieving. So, Chappelle hadn't taken Edgar's words as lightly as he led us to believe. Of course, if he couldn't get what he wanted through negotiation, he'd take it by force. And to think, the people of the world had elected a new emperor, thinking they couldn't maintain without one and ultimately making the same mistake they had in the days of Gestahl.
The cries became louder, more distinct. The Figaro soldiers tried their best to defend their castle, parrying attacks as best they could, and falling victim to another merciless blow dealt by the Imperial Army. Scarlet flames shot up, covering the castle in a dense cloud of smoke. At the heart of the action stood General Felix; I couldn't discern his facial expression, but he undoubtedly wore a mask of hatred and amusement. Sickened, I turned away from the scene, yanking my nightgown off and putting on the jeans and shirt I had brought along with me. Clutching the hilt of the Atma Weapon, my Czarina ring glinted meaningfully.
"Don't fail me now." I warned, running out the door.
Expecting to find my parents nearby, I was greeted instead by more black smoke and a blaze that licked the edges of every door.
"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, choking heartily. It was probably a bad idea to be opening my mouth at that point, I'd realized. Terror squeezed my heart as I fought to remain calm. My parents must have made it outside and were helping to defend Figaro castle with the others. There was no use thinking bad thoughts. I fell to my knees and started crawling, remembering that smoke rises. I lifted the edge of my shirt and covered my mouth and nose as well. Couldn't afford to pass out in the middle of the halls.
I was lucky I left when I did; in a matter of seconds, the room in which I slept was engulfed in bright orange flames. My ears pounded, my face flushing red from the extreme temperatures. The power had gone out during the attack, and coupled with the thick layer of smoke, I was left groping around the halls blindly. If memory serves me, there should be a staircase down this way, I thought. I reached up after a few moments and touched a polished banister. When I tried to continue down the given path, I was intercepted by something hard and metallic. A piece of furniture? I wondered inanely.
No, a sterling spear, sharp as a finepoint needle. The weapon hovered just inches from my face, holding steady in the blazing heat.
"Oh shit." I cursed, bemoaning my luck. I dared to peer up at my attacker, only to feel the tip of the blade graze my cheek, piercing my virgin skin. The wound burned and tingled, warm blood marring my lightly tanned skin. Remembering Atma, I took one last breath and sliced the soldier down. How I had done so from such a careless position, I didn't know. Mother told me that Atma was only as strong as its owner, controlled by sheer energy. Perhaps my fear had driven it to unspeakable lengths. There was no time to contemplate my previous move. I crawled over the still-warm body, feeling my skin prickle with the motion. I badly wanted to scream for my father, for Edgar, for Ryland, but the rational part of my brain forced me to stay focused. I had to make it out alive.
Audible howls of pain and loss were captured in the halls, my path finally lighted by the brillant fire at the heart of the castle. Bodies were strewn about the marble floors, blood crusting the grout in between tiles, staining the white baseboards and soiling the intricate pillars. A dank, heavy smell infiltrated the barely breathable air - the scent of death. I wanted to cry out like the others, an emptiness in the pit of my stomach forming from the loss of so many innocent people. I had to find my father...
I scrambled to my feet, lightheaded and disoriented. A group of Imperial soldiers burst through the doors, barking out orders to one another. Atma's blue hue grew brighter despite my efforts to ease it. The men spotted me, taking note of my legendary weapon.
"Would ya look at that boys?" The commanding officer cooed appreciatively. "The little girl has a big sword. Atma no less. Didn't think it actually exsisted."
I kept a firm grip on my weapon, taking a few steps back as the soldiers approached. There's only a handful, I thought, sizing up the situation. I could take them.
"How's about you give us that nice lookin' sword, pretty lady?" the commander offered with saccharine sweetness. "Maybe we'll spare your life... if you repay us with a few... favors."
The lewd suggestion disgusted me and, wrinkling my nose in displeasure, I brought Atma down hard into his shoulder.
The man yelped in pain, clutching his offended shoulder like a child. Blood oozed out between his fingers, dripping on the floor.
"Kill the little bitch!" he demanded, referring to me. I ran, the soldiers hot on my heels. Afraid to look back, I rounded a sharp corner, finding that my exit was blocked by fire.
"Where you goin' sweetie?" one of the men called out to me. Frantically, my eyes surveyed the room, looking for some way to get away from them. I didn't have much time to waste. A flash of silver shot towards me, and I reached out with my weapon to block the advance. The clash of metal could be heard as I fended off his attacks, focusing on the man who was now coming up from behind me. With a sudden burst of strength, I sliced through the man's cheek, turning to face my next enemy head-on.
I didn't know how long I could last. Several of the men had been wounded by my hand, but I couldn't bring myself low enough to kill them, in spite of what they'd done. They were, after all, only following orders. As soon as I'd successfully warded off one soldier, two more would try to catch me from behind. The game was up when I'd been caught in a pincer attack. Knowing I couldn't fight them both off at once, I struck the man closest to me, knocking the blade from his hands. The other soldier managed a blow hard enough to put me in my place. I backed up against the wall, biting my lip against the sharp pain in my left arm, watching him with tentative eyes. So this is the end, I thought bleakly. Mother, Father, I hope you're alright.
The devious smirk was wiped clean off his face as sultry blood rained down on my head. I ducked, catching sight long enough to see a red sparkle of light impale the man who had previously tried to kill me. Now unable to hide my affrightment, I tucked my head between my knees, praying for a quick end. I had no will left to fight.
"Cadence!" his voice was hoarse, grating against the dying sounds of battle. I peered up cautiously, staring aghast at the blood seeping from his forehead, darkening his green hair. The vaulted ceiling was crumbling, bits of debris hitting the ground with a resounding smack.
Ryland fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I hugged back, a few salty tears rolling down my cheeks.
"What's happening?" I asked meekly, holding him at arm's length. He ripped off part of his shirt sleeve and bandaged up my arm, applying pressure to the wound.
"Imperial army." he replied, acid lacing his tone. "Chappelle wasn't about to let my father upstage him. I'm sure they didn't anticipate full cooperation from Figaro, so this attack was planned well before the dinner had even started."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him help me to my feet.
"Why don't they burrow the castle in the sand?" I asked, sheathing my Atma weapon. Ryalnd shook his head.
"Like I said, this attack was well thought-out. They threw a wrench in Figaro's operative machinery, quite literally. The gears are completely ruined; it could take days for a professional mechanic to fix. Obviously, we don't have the luxury of time."
One of the supports came hurtling down, catching the thick velvet curtains on fire as well.
"Come on!" Ryland called out, yanking me along by the forearm. "We have to get out of here!"
"What about my parents?" I shouted back, trying to pry myself loose from his grasp. He just gripped tighter, forcing me to follow him out. "No! Ryland, please!"
Didn't he understand? My mother, my father... they were... they had to be there somewhere. I wasn't going to leave without them, regardless if it cost me my own life just to find them.
"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, ineffectually wriggling beneath Ryland's strength. I had to find them!
Ryland and I scurried through the maze of fire, dodging tables and chairs that had been strewn about. He led me up a flight of stairs, my bare feet catching a shard of glass along the way. I yelped in pain, silently cursing myself for not slipping on a pair of shoes before I left my room. Ryland couldn't hear me; the sounds of battle were droning more heavily as we approached the outside balcony. I began to choke and chortle again, my body falling limpid. Ryland doubled back and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder for the rest of the way.
During that time, I had managed to lose consciousness, images of destruction still burning in my eyelids. A voice joined me in my temporary slumber, a voice I had thought to be Ryland's, heavy with concern for me. After a few moments of persistent chiding, I made out the mild, husky accent that branded my father's baritone.
"Cadence!"
Ryland had set me to my feet, and I winced. My father's amber eyes gazed back at me, a mist glazing over them. His face was covered with ash and soot, beads of sweat forming along his brow. Next to me, Ryland panted heavily, keeping an eye out for my next move.
"How are things looking out there, Mr. Cole?" Ryland prompted, as I reached out to hug my dad. He gestured to Ryland, who held me back.
"Thinning, but nowhere near over. This entire castle is going to hell if we don't hurry."
"It'll collapse unto itself." Ryland nodded knowingly, ignoring my mewled protests. "How are we going to get out?"
"Daddy!" I blurted out, and he came close enough to take my hand. "Where's mom, is she alright?"
"Your mother is with Terra." Locke replied bluntly, the look in his eyes nowhere near comforting. "I'll see to it that they're alright." He glanced back to Ryland. "Get my daughter out of here."
"I have to stay and fight for Figaro." he held his ground. My father shook his head sympathetically.
"Look at the girl in your arms. Does she mean anything to you?" Awkward silence. "Then get her out. Take her far away from here, do whatever you have to, just make sure she's safe."
"Daddy," I went on, blithely ignoring his entire speech. "Daddy, you have to get out of here too, we're all going to die if -"
He patted my cheek lightly.
"You'll see me again, Cady. I promise."
Ryland hefted me back up over his shoulder, and I reached out pleadingly for my father. He turned his back regretfully.
"No Ryland!" I shouted, nearly slipping from his grasp with my resistance. He was certainly fed up with my immaturity, but he didn't let it show. "We have to go back for my father!"
"What, you want me to carry him out too?" The prince hissed haughtily in my ear. "I'm going to make sure you're safe, Cadence, I made that promise to your dad and I won't break it. He won't break his either."
The scene unfolded before our eyes; complete chaos if I'd ever seen it. Frantic people were running around like chickens with their heads lopped off, squawking and carelessly swinging their blades. It seemed that the Imperial soldiers were beginning to retreat, and Figaro castle was crumbling further into the sand. No one cared for the place itself so much right then, taking wounded soldiers out of the mess and surrendering to the merciless sea of sand that surrounded them. I tore my eyes away.
We ran around to the back, finding a small escape hatch which had yet to be ravaged by the fire. Ryland whispered a few soothing words to ease my nerves, and we swiftly, carefully descended the ladder.
"I can walk." I croaked, betraying the hardened image I tried to put up. Sounding just as tired, Ryland sighed.
"I'm not letting you go. We'll be out of here soon, just relax."
How we'd made it so far without getting killed, I'd never know. I shifted my weight a little as we glided through the seemingly endless desert, hoping to alleviate the inevitable discomfort Atma's position along my hip was causing Ryland. He grunted, informing me that I didn't make things any better. A sudden burst of strength pushed Ryland to run another quarter-mile before setting me down. Once again, I grimaced, the glass still embedded in my heel, my head spining from the blood that had rushed to it during my time upside down. Reaching down, I plucked the sliver of glass from my foot, making a face at the dried blood. I looked up when I felt him staring at me, his chest heaving violently. Sweat and blood dampened his shirtfront, his lightly muscled arms laced with cuts and blossoming bruises. Green hair plastered his forehead, long bangs hanging in his eyes. Combing his unruly locks back, he gazed meaningfully into my eyes, stepping forward to brush my cheek with his fingertips.
Instead of feeling a warm, heady sensation like I'd expected, his touch stung me. I remembered the wound across my cheek with a bitterness I'd never felt before. Physically, I was worse off than Ryland; my arm had stopped bleeding, but crimson rivers leaked down my face and legs, my hair rebelliously tangled around my quivering frame. We had made it out alive - but what about our parents? My father vowed we'd see each other again, as did he vow to keep Mother safe. Ever since Rachel, Dad was extremely cautious about making - and keeping - his promises, and I trusted him wholeheartedly.
Looking away to face my distant view of the castle, I watched as the entire estate was swallowed by the bright orange blaze, greedy flames licking the charred sky in triumph. A throaty growl of utter anguish punctuated Ryland's perpetual silence, striking a chord deep inside of me. I turned back to him, unshed tears glistening in his eyes; he felt like a failure, no doubt. Like there was anything he could do about it, but that was Ryland for you. A blistering wave of heat swept over us, and the black smoke enveloped the haunting orange. Figaro castle was no more.
Ignoring the pain in my foot, my throbbing temples, my aching limbs, I threw myself at Ryland, holding him as tightly to me as I could manage with my diminishing strength. He responded just as heartily, wrapping his arms around my undamaged waist and leaning his weight against me. I was sure he was exhausted as well, having carried my weight along with his own. He smelled of smoke, sweat, and - strangely - day-old cologne. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, wanting to drown out the tormented screams that echoed in my mind. His fingers tightened around my hair, parting the abused locks tenderly in an attempt to tame them. A few tears seeped into my scalp, and he sniffed the rest back. We were alive, we had made it out. I tried in vain to forget the burning questions in my mind, needing to calm myself before bringing unwanted rationality into the picture.
He released me, but I still clung to him.
"A few more minutes." I pleaded. He shook his head reluctantly.
"We have to get out of here, Cadence."
I loosened my arms from around his neck.
"We could go back to my home in Kohlingen... I'll bet my parents are there, waiting for us." The idea brought me beside myself with joy, and I grabbed his collar exciedly. "I'll bet your parents are there with them! And the townspeople, they've always been good to me, I'm sure they'll help us... I don't know what with, but I know they'll help us..."
Ryland put a finger to my lips.
"Did you see that explosion, Cadence?" His voice was low, coaxing. I nodded meekly. "Do you think anyone could've survived that? The emperor wasn't out just for the kingdom of Figaro... he had it in for my father as well. I'm sure that if Chappelle wanted the royal family dead, he would go to whatever lengths he could."
I backed away, disbelieving. "Then why are we still standing? Why are YOU still standing? Wouldn't he find a way to get to you too then?"
"He probably will." Ryland replied dreadfully. "Which is why we can't endanger the people of Kohlingen. That's where they'll expect us to go - remember General Felix? He completely zeroed in on your location... among other things."
I would've smiled at the jealousy in his voice, but I was too concerned to care whether Ryland was displaying his feelings for me or not.
"My parents are alive." I told him with absolute certainty.
"They may be," he spoke quietly. "But they may not be. And your father specifically told me I had to get you out of here, as far as possible. If he's alive, this is what he'd want. We can't stay on this continent much longer... they'll find us."
Ryland turned his back to me uncharacteristically, and began walking in the complete opposite direction of Kohlingen.
"What are you thinking?!" I demanded, jogging to catch up with him. "Where do you propose we go?"
Tears of frustration blurred my vision. "Take me home goddamn it!"
"We HAVE no home!" he yelled back, traces of saline effacing the soot on his cheeks. "We're on the run Cadence, don't you get it? That attack wasn't an accident! The Empire wants us dead, and they'll search from here to Triangle Island for us!"
"Why would they do that?" I screeched, using anger to mask the hurt I felt when Ryland raised his voice with me. I could dish it out, but I couldn't take it. "If they wanted us dead, they wouldn't have withdrawn before completing the attack! They wanted your kingdom desecrated - mission accomplished! What do they care about us?"
"I'm the rightful heir to the throne! If I'm still alive, there's a chance that Figaro will be restored, and they won't settle for that. They withdrew so they wouldn't go down with the place." His voice quavered for a moment, regaining composure quickly. "Their job isn't done."
I snorted ungracefully. "So what? You leave then. This has nothing to do with me!"
As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could call them back and bury them deep within the recesses of my mind, never to be shown again. How could I say something so selfish? Didn't my parents raise me better than that? Ryland felt the impact of my words, his emerald eyes reflecting the worlds of pain I'd caused him. The hurt quickly turned into spite, and a resolute shadow passed over his eyes.
"Fine Cadence," he snarled, walking closer to me. "You can go home. But when you get to Kohlingen and find an abandoned town, I'll be nowhere in sight." His voice lowered. "And when General Felix hunts you down, I won't be there to save you. I saw the way he was looking at you -" His voice caught in his throat. "You'd better pray that killing you is the most merciful thing he'd do."
I shut my eyes tightly, Felix's hungry, predatorial glower branded in my mind. Instinctively, I wound my arm back and slapped the prince of Figaro, swiping my nails across his unblemished flesh. The satisfying smack seemed to echo, zephyr playing it over and over through the empty desert. Time stood still as blood welled up on his face, forming three shallow scratches. We remained silent, and I happily noted that the look of anger and outrage had been replaced with understanding.
"Where are we going, Ryland?" I asked, trying to sound confident. He stood still for a moment and smiled, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "I was hoping we could catch a boat to the mainland. I want to find my uncle Sabin first and foremost."
"Setzer could help us." I added, suddenly eager to find my surrogate uncle. "He's still got the Falcon in his possession, he could fly us wherever we need to go."
Ryland put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. I reached up and patted it with my own.
The reality of our overwhelming situation didn't dawn on either of us till much later.
***
I suppose I might've felt guilty, but my empty stomach was far to pleased to protest, and when my stomach was satisfied, my mind didn't dare intrude. The Lobo had a nice, smoky flavor; the meat succulent and full of fat - a good thing when you've been living off of fungi and rodents for a stretch of time. At first I was a little reluctant in complying with Ryland's request to cook the poor creature. But after all, I did owe him, and I wanted to make him a good meal to show my gratitude (and my hunting skills). Besides, Ryland had been losing weight, the skin taught over his ribs and shoulder blades. I blushed at the thought. No point in letting a good breakfast go bad, especially when a growing young man with a high metabolism is present.
Ryland himself seemed to be having quite a feast. I was glad I'd pleased him; it was the least I could do for his whole bodyguard mindset. After my run-in with the Lobo, I knew I couldn't play fair anymore and let something kill me. I had to defend myself, to prove that I could put my money where my mouth was. I knew there would be times where I wouldn't have an Illumina-wielding crown prince to take every hit for me; I had to be strong, tough it out. There could always be time for grief later on. We had a job to do.... and there was that lingering possibility that my parents were still alive somewhere...
***
A lot had changed in eighteen years... or so I had heard from my father one afternoon. I would ask my mother about things, but she'd lived a very sheltered life with the Empire, and was only allowed out of Vector on missions. She wasn't too aware of the smaller details, even though she'd taken two years off to travel with Locke. Added to which, Dad had about seven years over her, and a lot can happen in seven years as well.
Ryland and I had travelled on foot for a grand total of six hours, stopping several times to rest, but never to sleep. I don't think we could have if we tried, and if we did, I was certain our dreams would be plagued with demons. The rosy colors of daybreak lit the horizon, bouncing off the rippling waters below. The waves crashed against the shore, restless and beseeching of the soft sand. My feet were sore, the soles being ravaged unmercilessly by the rough terrain. Ryland offered several times to help me construct a pair of makeshift sandals, but I'd adamantly refused.
But, back to what I was saying... a lot had changed in eighteen years. We were headed towards a small town that had been founded only thirteen years ago by rich Jidoorian immigrants. Twille, it was called, trite and perky-looking, nested right along the coast. Ryland had learned of it while studying in Jidoor, saying it was an eclectic chip off the social block. Father and I talked about visiting, to see what the place was like, but upon deciding that it was nothing more than a slew of aristocratic egocentrics, we opted for more remote locations instead. Transportation was hard to come by these days, since only a select few ships ever left Twille and the continent's only source for imports was Figaro castle.
It was our best shot at getting to South Figaro, along with catching a meal and a good night's sleep. Ryland estimated that it could be days, even weeks, before the Empire would begin to track us. By then we could already be in Narshe, and they'd never know it. Occasionally I would dog behind as we ventured closer to the town, staring off into space and thinking about the previous events that sent us on the run. Ryland would start talking, realize I was no longer beside him, and pace back to me patiently. Before setting foot along the Twille town limits, we strolled down to the beach, rinsing the blood and dirt from our bodies, clothes and hair. We stretched out along a few boulders in the cove, letting the warm summer sun dry us off.
When we were satisfied that we didn't look too terribly injured, we retraced our steps back to the town. At first, the concrete and cobblestone burnt my feet, but I bit down and took it. Twille was a nice place; definately more old fashioned than the newly improved Jidoor, but certainly classier than Kohlingen. There were people mulling about at a leisurely pace; I assumed it was rather early to be up for such elite snobs as these. Now Cadence, I scolded myself, the mother in me showing her rarely-seen visage. Don't make assumptions.
"Are you alright?" Ryland asked, a hint of concern lacing his tone. His hair was still wet, hanging in his eyes as always. My own hair hung flat and damp around the small of my back.
"I'm tired. I'm hungry. I need shoes." I could've gone on forever, but Ryland got the picture quite clearly.
"Fine, fine. I've got the money to take care of you, don't worry Cadence."
I didn't ask how he'd managed to bring enough gold along with us, but it didn't really matter. I supposed a king's son had his ways of keeping gold with him at all times. If push came to shove, we could always sell our rings...
No, I reprimanded myself. We can't give these up, there's too much sentimental value weaved into them.
The buildings were small and quaint, unweathered and well kept. Shopkeepers swept the sand from the sidewalks, keeping the entire town immacculately tidy. I felt slightly out of place, my jeans ripped up to my knees, battle scars lacing my body. Ryland didn't look too refined either, having ripped off his other sleeve to bandage a wound on his leg. The townspeople shot us inquiring glances, reckoning us to be foreigners.
Ryland walked ahead of me, examining the signs in store windows. We rounded a corner and he stopped, waiting for me to catch up.
"We need clothes." He said, matter-of-factly. "We could probably get something in here, don't you think?"
He pointed to the store in front of us, a funky little vintage shop next to an ice cream parlor. Peering in the display window, I wrinkled my nose at the tawdry yellow dress that an expressionless mannequin donned with pride. Still, it was better than the tacky tourista shops and pricey name brand stores. I nodded my approval.
I never thought the day would come when Ryland and I would go garment shopping together, silly as it seemed. I separated myself from him, wandering off to a section of sale-priced racks. Poor Ryland looked a little confused; I guessed he hadn't done too much of his own shopping, being the prince of an esteemed kingdom and all. I giggled when he enlisted the help of an overly-eager salesclerk. Searching through the shambles of thrifty clothing articles, I quickly decided on a powder blue shirt and dark denims, accompanied by a dusty pair of tennis shoes. That was the way my mother and I were, always buying the cheapest things we could find, given that they were the right size and tastefully tailored. I swung the hangers over my shoulder, hooked the backs of the shoes in my fingers, searching for Ryland.
I rolled my eyes in disgust when I found him. Several of the gypsy-like sales girls were oogling at him, holding shirts to his chest and looking at each other for approval. He grinned, shamelessly flirting with them. Just like his father.
"How do you think this one looks on him Lauress?"
The blonde girl named Lauress tilted her head, taking in a very pleasing view of the crown prince.
"I think the dark green looks better. It matches those lovely eyes."
The other girl, a short redhead with a strange headress pulled out a forest green tunic, made of synthetic materials. I curled my upper lip when he gave his mirror image an appraising once-over.
"Stop admiring yourself, pretty boy, and let's go." I hissed. He turned to me, as did his two flouncy new friends.
"Relax Cadence." he cooed, taking my clothes and setting them on the counter with his own.
"How can I, after what happened last night?"
The salesgirl who was ringing us up suddenly stopped.
"Oh yeah, did you guys hear about Figaro castle? Such a shame."
I turned to her, slamming my hands down on the counter, and immediately regretting the action. The noise startled both of us, and the stinging on my palms was rather unpleasant.
"What have you heard?"
She paused for a minute, staring hesitantly at my hands, then to the sword hanging at my hip.
"Oh well there was quite a show of lights real early last night. There's been talk all over the town about what could've happened. A few men went out to survey the scene and found the place destroyed."
"Yes," Lauress agreed, folding our clothes and disposing of the hangers. "They said there was no way anyone could've survived that. There haven't been any survivors found."
Ryland paid her silently, his eyes downcast, killer smile fading into a thin line. She handed us our clothes, and I held mine to my chest, retreating into one of the two dressing rooms. Upon shutting the door behind me, salty tears were shed anew. She had to be wrong... it had only happened a few hours ago, no one could possibly know... and yet with all the commotion, it would be hard to ignore. The jeans were slightly roomy in the hips, but they weren't falling off, so I didn't complain. The shirt fit rather snugly, but it was light and comfortable. My shoes seemed pretty sturdy, but my tender soles would have to get used to them. I gazed at myself in the mirror, my pallid features looking haunted and afraid. There was still a fresh wound on my cheek, one that would probably fade into a lifelong scar. My hands trembled, reaching for Atma. I took a deep breath and wiped the tears away, exiting to find Ryland in the green shirt and a pair of khaki pants. The girls were still trying to get in good with him, but he was newly distraught over the news about Figaro. I reached for his hand and led him out.
"Thanks for shopping..." Lauress called out, slightly disappointed. The little bell jangled as we left the store and headed down the street.
"They've got to be wrong." I told myself aloud.
"We can think about everything later." Ryland replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Right now we have to concentrate on getting out of here. Oh, and altering our identities."
"Huh?" I faced him, confusion effacing my sadness. "Christ Ry, you're making me feel like a fugitive."
"You're right." he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "But it's better to be safe than sorry. It'll make it harder for Chappelle to track us if we don't fit his description. Especially me." He muttered, blowing a strand of green from his eyes. I giggled. It *would* be difficult for Ryland to go unnoticed with his otherworldly good looks. I exhaled wistfully, remembering the shameless way those girls at the store had hit on him. They were so blatant, so unabashed about complimenting him. Too bad I couldn't be that open without feeling like my face resembled a tomato. He never did get to tell me what was on his mind after dinner. He had just disappeared until my time of need. A regular knight in shining armor, but was it enough?
"Okay, I see your point." I responded, skipping ahead and walking backwards to face him. "How about we head on over to the general store and see what we can do?"
He smiled at me, a deep, almost tangible melancholy betraying the action. Believe me, I thought. I know how you must be feeling.
The small shop was certainly more refined than anything back home. Fresh, lightly scented air rushed towards us as we entered, filling me with a certain nostalgia. Almost like those Sunday trips I took with father...
"Welcome." A pleasant, plump man greeted us, and we looked at each other before hesitantly smiling back at him. We perused the aisles, taking a minute to examine a few odds and ends. I came to a small section that had assorted makeup and hair dyes. I bent down, Ryland nearly tripping over me before he took note of my current position. I beckoned him to join me on the floor and he did, long legs folding awkwardly beneath him. Holding a selected box to his head, I made decisive little grunts.
"Do I even need to ask?" He wondered aloud, staring me straight in the eyes.
"We're dying your hair." I replied sweetly, liking the shade of dark chestnut I had picked out. "If you ever want to go unnoticed, you can't do it with those lime-colored locks of yours, now can you?"
"I suppose not." I admitted after a few moments, and I frowned a little. I'd certainly miss those crazy tresses of his.
"What about you?" He turned the tables on me.
"What about me?" I echoed, fingering a long strand of golden brown. "I guess I could always cut it... I mean, the length in itself is a dead give away..."
Ryland reached out and raked his fingers through my wind-blown mane, eliciting a purr of satisfaction from me. Both my mtoher and I were passionate about people playing with our hair.
"Don't cut it." He ordered. "I like it the way it is. I've always wanted to..."
He stopped, pulling his hand away. He certainly knew how to play the cards like his father, he just didn't go in for the kill. I huffed in disappointment, shouldering past him and setting the box on the counter.
"Will this be all for you?" The man asked drearily, apparently tired of repeating the same line over again, every day of his life.
"It sure will." I returned, forcing a chipper tone. Ryland recovered from his thoughts and joined me at the counter, pulling out a handful of gold with which to pay the man. The shopkeeper thanked us and we went on our merry way. Expecting to venture on towards a restaurant, I was surprised when Ryland stopped just short of the exit and handed me several gold pieces.
"There's a hotel about two blocks north of here called 'The Oceanic Inn'. You can't miss it. Go there and get us a room. I'm going to run some errands while we're here."
I stared disapprovingly at him.
"What happened to being so adamant about leaving?" I snapped, peeved that he was turning me loose after making such a big deal of being my protector.
He shifted his weight in exasperation. "I'm going to check and see when the next vessel leaves for South Figaro." He readily replied. "You can go ahead and get something to eat if you want, just don't wander off too far."
"Yes father." I droned, rolling my eyes. He was not amused. Uncomfortable with displaying too much emotion, I lowered my voice. "You be careful too Ryland. I don't want anything happening to you."
He gazed at me for a moment, his eyes deepening with unspoken emotion.
"You just don't want to be alone."
And he turned around and left.
*To Be Continued*
A/N: Alright, before people yell at me, or lose interest, I'd like to straighten a few things up. First of all, yes I took the liberty of creating my own town. I really wanted to refrain from putting too many new elements in the original story, but it was the only way to do this. Cadence and Ryland somehow needed to leave the continent, and taking into consideration that Figaro castle was demolished and there is no port in Kohlingen, I needed a new plan. Henceforth, I bore the town of Twille.
Second of all, I would also like to clear this matter up - this is NOT a solely original work. I hate stories that revolve around only original characters set in the world of Final Fantasy. It defeats the purpose. These first two chapters serve to build up my own characters before re-introducing the canon players. I'm currently working Sabin and Setzer into the story, as well as a few others. I just need to establish the relationship between Cadence and Ryland before throwing them into an epic adventure.
Third, don't let my summary fool you into thinking that Locke, Celes, Edgar, and Terra are all dead now. They may or may not be. Some may live, others may die. Cadence and Ryland are led to believe that their parents didn't make it out alive, which is why they make those kinda of references. Just note that at this point in my story, anything can and will be possible.
Also, there may be some things you find factually incorrect. I know, I know, not all of the images I portray are completely plausible at times. But that's the way I write, and if I were to write pertaining to real life human fact, I wouldn't have a very good story on my hands. It's called Final Fantasy, not Final Reality. Anything could be possible.
Lastly, I appreciate all the positive feedback I'm getting! I realize that most people don't give these "next generation" things much of a chance, but I hope you like this! From here on out, things are going to be rough-and-tumble for our heroine and her hero, and I promise there will be a lot mroe action and drama going on in chapter three!