"You bastard!" I screamed as Ariel's Limp body fell into my arms. "Mueller avenge me, I must leave now, goodbye!" Ariel said as her body vanished and a crystal appeared in her place. Tears of love, hurt and anger streamed down my robes, the anger rising to tremendous amounts. I had grabbed my staff and it transformed into the hilt and blade of Excalibur, the sword of rightful justice. "How could this be? No magician is fit for a sword! This is impossible!" Alen screamed in panic. I was just as amazed as he was but the sword felt firm and natural to my touch. So I yelled, "Why are you scared Alen? You have ended and tortured many lives with a blade, yet as your own fate with one bears down upon you, you cower back in fear! Now die from your own given fate bastard!" "You are as absurd as the priest I just killed! No bastard mage shall defeat me in combat! En garde!" Alen reprised.
So our blades had clashed and again. Our blood had spilled between our eyes and every pore, the salty taste of it filling our minds. Then my spilled blood had touched my sword and something happened. A blue body had suddenly appeared out of the sword. Both of us stepped back in fear of a Ghoul that had inhabited the blade. Instead it was a ghost resembling Balbanes Beoulve. "Mueller, my son! How good to see you! You may not remember me but you are my son of illegitimate birth yet you are as noble as all of my other children. You must find your brother Ramza and restore the order of the land. I shall send help along the way. Goodbye son." The specter exclaimed. "You a Beoulve? How could that be possible! I must be going mad!" Alen had howled in confusion. I myself was lost in the news, me of noble descent; yes I already was a noble but of a lower class.
Then suddenly new words had come to my mind and had forced me to utter them, "Brush off vanity and show reality! Ultima!" The words had sprung out of nowhere in the depths of my head but a pillar of green light had appeared in front of me and directed towards Alen. "This cannot be! This spell is of demon origin! No way a human could learn it! This is impossible!" Alen panicked. "Well, how could Master Fink have learned Zodiac?" I asked as the beam pushed through Alen's chest and ended his life.
So our blades had clashed and again. Our blood had spilled between our eyes and every pore, the salty taste of it filling our minds. Then my spilled blood had touched my sword and something happened. A blue body had suddenly appeared out of the sword. Both of us stepped back in fear of a Ghoul that had inhabited the blade. Instead it was a ghost resembling Balbanes Beoulve. "Mueller, my son! How good to see you! You may not remember me but you are my son of illegitimate birth yet you are as noble as all of my other children. You must find your brother Ramza and restore the order of the land. I shall send help along the way. Goodbye son." The specter exclaimed. "You a Beoulve? How could that be possible! I must be going mad!" Alen had howled in confusion. I myself was lost in the news, me of noble descent; yes I already was a noble but of a lower class.
Then suddenly new words had come to my mind and had forced me to utter them, "Brush off vanity and show reality! Ultima!" The words had sprung out of nowhere in the depths of my head but a pillar of green light had appeared in front of me and directed towards Alen. "This cannot be! This spell is of demon origin! No way a human could learn it! This is impossible!" Alen panicked. "Well, how could Master Fink have learned Zodiac?" I asked as the beam pushed through Alen's chest and ended his life.