An Original Final Fantasy VI FanFiction
Written by Maese Davas
The Emperor sang his speech to the troops and civilians within the capital. There was joy and happiness through all the Empire cities: Tzen, Albrock and Thamasa. The war declaration was set and the whole world was ready to suffer from yet another bloody war. The civilians from Vector happily sang the choirs of strength and victory songs; angelic voices from boys and girls, sweet birds singing for the blood to be spill. Everybody, then, prepared a parade for the Emperor and the civilians. In the morning the troops will march on, showing to Vector their courage; showing the world their power.
Trumpets were heard and the National Anthem started to be played, music to make the people proud, to encourage the troops, to amuse the Generals and to entertain the Emperor. A gorgeous rain of confetti fell over the streets of the Empire's capital, as the Morning Parade was starting. All soldiers paraded; from privates and corporals to lieutenants and commanders: everybody from the militia. Their gears and machines of destruction were there too: drove and piloted. The shouts of encouragement from the people, surrounding the parade of the militia that was ready to engage war, were there too. One last party for all those soldiers that proudly will defend their nation.
As they march through the steel streets of Vector they will salute their Emperor, their Generals and their people. Hands up on their foreheads, serious expression, and proud gaze in their eyes: that's how the militia salutes on its last parade before the beginning of a war; a war that they will win.
The privates will show their gratefulness to their Emperor, as they parade. Behind them the corporals wielding their Magi-Tek rifles. After them the heavy armed men, with grenades launchers, underground mines, and other sophisticated armory. Then the cavalry: the Magi-Tek Armor, driven by the most skilled soldiers. The first steel horses, the Normal Armor, shining under the lights of the sun, then, the Heavy Armor, with that silver glimmer. The weapons powered by the invincible and destructive force known as Magic. On the sky the first waves of the helix-propelled weapons, the Spitfire, flying across the Emperors balcony, showing the world what war means, inflicting pain with the loud growls of their engines. An army of metal bees, ready to collect their honey: Espers, from where their weapons get their power.
And the world will see the parade, as they prepare their little weapons to defend them selves from the Empire, and fear will be inflicted on their hearts as they see how that devilish glance of the soldiers eyes shows no hesitation or fear. The world will hear the cries and moans of their people even before the war has started. The engines will start and the war ships will depart from the Empire to the several destinations, where they have decided to start their attack. The world will watch, with fear, as the morning glory celebrated by a parade of military power continues and the troops march on.