2)----------
In Which, something very strange happens to Kain.
The search for survivors wasn't
going very well, mainly because of the ever-increasing darkness.
Finally, however, Cecil managed to
locate the first sign of native life they'd seen since landing.
"Kain . . . " he called to
the Dragoon, who'd wrapped an oilcloth around the spearhead of his Lance and
lit fire to it, making his weapon a makeshift torch. In any case, it was the only light source they had.
Obliging quickly, Kain came over and
held the light over the limp form Cecil had found near the main barn on this
poultry ranch.
It was a young woman, young-looking,
at least. Long, light blue hair tangled
up all around her and obviously burnt in some places. Poor kid.
"Try and wake her up,"
Kain urged as Cecil just looked at her.
Seeing the sense in that, Cecil
knelt down beside her and shook her slightly.
"Um . . . wake up?"
The girl made no response. Shrugging at Kain, Cecil began to chant a
CURE spell. She didn't seem badly hurt,
but he saw no reason to take the chance.
*
Forciara felt the healing tingle of
his spell penetrate through the comfortable dark shell she was held
within. The tiniest hint of
consciousness returned . . .
Then WHOOSH! Her senses all returned in one great blast,
overwhelming her for a moment, senses bringing back images before she could
even open her eyes as her talent spun out of control before she could grab a
hold of it.
Mild confusion - concern. That's what was her first impression. Then it went deeper.
Honor. Determination. And deep
sense of beauty.
Very deep. Very deep sense of beauty.
A Paladin? The thought crossed her mind. She'd heard tales, of course . . .
"I think she's waking up."
"Yes
. . . let's see what she can tell us about all this . . . "
The voices shook her, and she weakly
opened her eyes, the memory of the fire that had fallen from the sky on top of
her reasserting itself in her mind.
Returning her gaze was a face she
was certain she'd seen before once . . . long ago, was it? Bright green eyes boring straight through
her, it seemed, a fringe of violet hair shining almost silver in the moonlight
. . .
"Who are you?" she
mumbled, unable to draw a full breath because of all the ash in her lungs.
"Don't be afraid," he replied
in a soothing voice. "I am Cecil,
Paladin King of Baron. We saw you were
under attack and came to help."
"I think . . . Sir . . . I
think that . . . "
She broke up coughing.
Cecil put one arm under her
shoulders and helped her sit up, allowing her to cough up the dust in her
throat more easily and ignoring the mess.
"Yes?" he prompted.
She managed to look up at him,
suddenly rousing her common sense enough to block her talent.
"I think that you're the most
beautiful person I've ever met, Sir."
*
Cecil blinked when she said that,
caught totally off guard.
It was all Kain could do not to
laugh.
"You seem to have that effect
on young girls, Cecil," he pointed out. "They always swoon for the holy warrior radiating the inner light
of goodness and purity."
"Euh . . . "
Cecil did not seem to be very
comfortable with this development.
"Oh, calm down. The poor kid's not thinking clearly. Let her wake up, then she'll make more
sense," Kain assured him, snorting under his breath.
"Let's hope so."
The girl stirred again - she'd
fallen into a funk for a few moments there, still trying to regain her senses
fully.
"My mother . . . " she
murmured, sighing slightly and collapsing fully again, all but burrowing into
Cecil's chest.
"Flirt," Kain mouthed at
Cecil, who glared at him.
"We haven't found her
yet," Cecil told the girl aloud. "But we're looking."
" . . she's not here. She saw them coming . . . ran for her life .
. . "
"She left you behind?"
"I was s'possed to be gone
already . . . she didn't notice I was still here . . . not her fault . . .
"
"King Cecil!" came the
urgent shouts of one of the Redwings. "I think you should see this!"
With a relieved expression, Cecil
picked up the girl and handed her to Kain, grabbing the spear-torch for
himself.
"Watch her for a bit," he
told him with a grin.
The girl spastically flung out her
arms for a moment, then reached back toward Cecil, total terror showing in her
manner.
"Don't leave . . . "
"Don't be afraid," Cecil
assured her. "This is Kain, head
of the Dragoons and my longtime chum. I need to see to something. If
you need anything, let him know."
Too weak to object, the girl let her
arms fall limply to her sides.
"I hate you!" Kain hissed
after Cecil, who smiled and waved as he followed the Redwing.
Sighing inwardly, and having far
less patience than the other, he set the girl back on the ground.
"Okay, you're never going to
get back to your senses if you just sit there. Let's see if you can walk."
She looked up at him with an expression
of confusion.
"C'mon," Kain prompted,
taking her hands and trying to pull her to her feet. "You've got two feet, let's see you use them."
Without saying anything, she used
his grip on her hands to heave herself unsteadily upright and stood there, wobbling.
"Okay, that's good," Kain
acknowledged. "So . . . what's
your name?"
Before replying, the girl threw him
one strange expression, and then a psychic force blew him off his feet.
*
Cecil turned back just enough just
in time to see a bright light flash between the two of them, and then see Kain
go flying backwards about twenty feet, landing ungracefully on his rear end,
blinking as he hit the ground with a squeak.
Startled, the girl flew back in the
other direction a bit and toppled over.
After staring at each other in shock
for a few moments, they both clamoured back to their feet.
Not for long in her case.
Kain jumped straight at her,
knocking her flat on the ground.
"Who are you?!?!" he yelled, a note of fear and bewilderment in
his voice as well as a whole lot of rage. "What did you do?!?!?"
"Y-yy-y----y---you . . . I
don't understand! How could you -
"
"Stop babbling, you little -
"
"Kain!" Cecil exclaimed,
rushing back over to the pair.
Kain glanced up at him and reeled
right back off his feet again, landing on his backside with a metallic clunk
from all his heavy armor. It was
actually a silly sight. The look on his
face was anything but silly, however.
"Akkgh, Cecil! Cut it out!!!"
Cecil stared at him, aghast.
"Cut what out?"
The girl pulled herself up to her
feet.
"You've got the power! I don't believe it! You've got it!" she babbled, repeating
the same basic thing over and over again.
Kain looked around wildly as if he
were being attacked from all sides by creatures he couldn't hope to
defeat. Then he turned his gaze back to
the girl, clamping his hands over his ears.
"I don't know what you just
did, but undo it! Now!!!" he
snapped, all but spitting fire.
"I can't!" she
objected. "I . . . I didn't mean
to do anything! I don't know what went
wrong! Really!"
"Both of you shut up and tell
me what's going on here?!?!" Cecil demanded.
"I haven't a clue," Kain
told him, before passing out cold on the ground.
The girl screamed.
"Now that, that one I didn't do!"
Cecil checked him quickly.
"No, he knocked himself
out. Lock the knees, cut off blood-flow
to the brain, pass out. What I want to
know," and he turned an evil glare on the young survivor, "is why."
"I don't know what
happened! That's never happened before!!" she insisted.
"You obviously did
something," one of the Redwings interjected when it looked like Cecil was
going to seriously lose his temper. No
one wanted to be around when Cecil lost his temper. The man had a long rope, but when it finally snapped, well . . .
it wasn't pretty. "What was
it?"
"I . . . I . . . I . . . well,
how was I supposed to know he had the power?!"
"I'm sick of this!" Cecil
snapped. "You!" he called,
pointing to the man who'd interrupted, "Put her on the Airship. I'll deal with her later."
"What about Kain?" another
asked, gesturing to the unconscious Dragoon.
"In a minute," Cecil
replied shortly. "Now move
it!"
The Redwing hauled the babbling girl
off to the Enterprise, and Cecil
flagged down a Black Wizard who was in the crew.
"Put him under a SLEEP spell
and make sure he gets aboard."
The Wizard nodded, not about to ask
any questions when Cecil was upset.
Cecil took a series of deep breaths
and then went back to the Redwing whom he'd been following earlier.
* * *
Chocobo reported as ordered to
Chia's Call, depositing Rydia and returning as his powers dictated.
As he vanished, Rydia shook her head
and looked around. She'd done a lot of
Calling, but had never been Called
before. It was . . . strange.
"Rydia?" Edward greeted,
walking to the center of the courtyard where she stood. "What's going on?"
"Jinn's gone insane. He tried to block the passageway from the
Land of Summoned Monsters to the underworld, and ended up setting off a chain
reaction that's destroying the whole place. Leviathan expects the second level to collapse within an hour, and after
that, well, it just keeps going until the whole place is gone."
"Jinn?"
"Jinn."
"But why?"
"I don't know. None of us know. But I have to get everyone out of there while I still can."
"Yes, I see. Can we help?"
Rydia shook her head at the King and
Caller.
"Not really." She handed the Twinharp to him. "Thank you. Just when I was beginning to think I'd never need it . . . "
"I wish you hadn't,"
Edward grimly replied.
"I agree," she agreed.
Then she hurried away for the Gates,
wanting to be well out of the Kingdom before Summoning the many great monsters.
* * *
"Look at all this," the
Redwing instructed Cecil, waving a hand around the interior of the farmhouse's
remains. "Everything's
Toroian."
A quick examination told Cecil that
he was right. There were even a few
Toroian potted plants sitting around decoratively.
So the Toroians had launched an
attack on Toroians?
This made less sense every minute.
After glancing in the closet, things
began to fall together, though.
"Well well," Cecil
whistled, pulling out a garment that he recognized quite easily.
"My goodness!!" exclaimed
his companion. "That's the robe of
a Cleric!"
Cecil nodded, spreading the robe on
a bed that stood in a corner on the one-room dwelling.
"Someone's really come down in
the world . . . from ruling one of the five major civilizations of the world to
breeding chickens."
"You think we're dealing with
Maylara?" the Redwing inquired, referring to the Cleric who had vanished
without a trace a year ago.
"I've little doubt. So that would make her Forciara, Maylara's daughter."
"The Toroians have been after
them for a year. If they located them
here, it seems they're mad enough to even invade us."
"It would seem so."
"Why would they be raising
chickens in Baron?"
"I couldn't tell you. We're going to have to wait for our little
princess to start making some sense to get any answers."
"So . . . exactly what did she
do to Kain?"
Cecil had to shrug.
"I don't know. But rest assured, we're going to find
out."
*
Forciara was more than agreeable
when they joined the others on the Airship.
"I'm sorry," she told
Cecil, blocking his way when he tried to get on. "I didn't mean to hurt him."
Cecil raised an eyebrow at her.
"Would you mind not blocking
the stairs when people are coming through?"
Squeaking, she jumped back.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed
again, this time shedding a few tears. "I never meant any harm. I
still don't know why he reacted the way he did. Will he be okay?"
"You tell me," Cecil
replied sternly. "It's hard for us
to tell when we still don't know what you did to him." He waved to the Pilot to take off.
"Where are we going?!" she
cried as they began to rise.
"Baron. And I'd like to know what's going on before
we get there."
The Toroian dropped her head and
stared at the ground.
"I scanned him. Just slightly. Nothing harmful. I don't
know how to do anything harmful! It
shouldn't have hurt him, he shouldn't even have noticed! It wasn't even as deep as the one I did on
you!! Um, Sir."
Cecil frowned.
"Excuse me?! Who else did you 'scan'?"
"Oh, just the two of you,
Sir. When I woke up, at first, my
talent kicks in before I fully awake, and I couldn't control it for a few
moments . . . Sir."
"I'll accept that for now. Then why did you scan him?"
"Um . . . curiosity?"
The look Cecil gave her was not
friendly.
"Exactly what is this power of
yours?"
"Well, Sir, um, Your Majesty, I
. . . uh . . . I'm an Empath. A . . .
yeah. An Empath."
For another long moment, Cecil just
looked at her. Then he shook his head
and turned away.
"Okay. That would explain it."
"Your Majesty," cut in the
Pilot, "we're over Baron now."
Cecil nodded.
"Good."
