Authors Note: I continue my stories with a Final Fantasy Tactics tale! And *gasp* I have almost finished the game. Of course,
I haven't finished or even played some of the games my stories are for *coughcoughsonicstorycoughcough*. Anyway, this was
inspired by Hustler Ones Tears and Fears which is excellent by the way. On to the fic!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this chapter.
Judgement of Darkness
Look again, young one
for all is shattered reality
for what you see is not the truth
all it is is what should not have been
Prolouge
A young warrior sat upon a rocky ledge at the Fovohom Plains. It was a calm day, a day to reflect. It was a peacful day that
would bring back memories.
The awful memories of the corrupt past few years.
Greed, dominance, power, control. All these awful thoughts racing through his head. He wanted the memories where he laughed,
not where he weeped. Were he could stand up proudly, instead of in a corner hiding. He closed his eyes and wished he could
die.
"It will never end."
Ramza Beoulve was his name.
In an advanced town where little peace could be found, save for his special spot. This and his father was the only thing he had
anymore. His friends as well. But they were gone for the time. Everytime a knight came by he would have to hide in the shadows
so his life wouldn't end. He was a herectic. And as if you were stuck on a merry-go-round that lasted forever, you weren't
getting off.
"Everything has gone so wrong."
Mustadio Bunanza
A wisened man stood, facing his once proud country. He drew his sword, the heavanly Excalibur and stared into the holy blade.
He though of the bloodshed and the tears. He hated fighting for no reason. A just cause is his only demand in a war. But there
was no cause. Just fear, to power, to control, to death and then back again. This war wouldn't end for a long time. He
sheathed his blade and walked away.
"It is pointless."
They called him "Thunder God", Cidolfas Orlandu
2 siblings, a younger sister and an older brother, walked towards a village, each one hodling the others hand. With thoughts
that they had know home crossed them, they needed comfort. All they had were memories and each other. It wasn't much to
survive on though. But they would make it through
"It will be okay."
Rafa Galthana and her brother Malak.
A woman, a holy knight, stared across the grasslands of the Nevlia Plains. She knelt down and picked up a thick blade of grass.
She blew and made a sweet whistling. After that she merely stared. Memories of the past came flooding in a gusher of emotion.
She saw the laughter and happiness and the evil and the greed. She then saw Ovelia.
"I failed my duty."
The knight Agrias Oaks
A man stood looking towards a sunset with his fiance. He looked and gazed deep into the orange sky. The woman hugged him
tightly and he put an arm around her. She looked up at him with concern. He merely smiled and hugged her tighter. The 2 herectics
were in love, even though the world wanted them dead. They would never give up.
"We'll keep on fighting."
Beowulf Kadmus, Temple Knight and Reis Dular, the Dragoner.
A foreign man walked along a shoreline, peering into the crystalline waters. He wanted to go home so bad. To see the face of
his love again, to see his friends. He thought of the man he hated. The cold eyes of him. Then he thought of that woman in
Zarghidas. It was so real. Even the same name. Now he had more sorrow to bear.
"I want to go back"
Soldier Cloud Strife, the dimension traveler.
The wind whistled around the rocky cliff. A young girl covered in heavy green robes stood looking out upon the now peaceful
land. She could not get out of her head the deeds commited by her father, herself. What had happened to her brother. Her
greatest ally was once her enemy. She thought that everything said was the truth. instead it was merely a cover for her eyes,
her heart. The wind grew to a bluster and she merely sighed.
"Izlude."
Her name was Meliadoul Tingel.
This is how their stories collide for the second time. And the something greater than the world is at stake.
This is how the Judgement of Darkness decides.
I haven't finished or even played some of the games my stories are for *coughcoughsonicstorycoughcough*. Anyway, this was
inspired by Hustler Ones Tears and Fears which is excellent by the way. On to the fic!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this chapter.
Judgement of Darkness
Look again, young one
for all is shattered reality
for what you see is not the truth
all it is is what should not have been
Prolouge
A young warrior sat upon a rocky ledge at the Fovohom Plains. It was a calm day, a day to reflect. It was a peacful day that
would bring back memories.
The awful memories of the corrupt past few years.
Greed, dominance, power, control. All these awful thoughts racing through his head. He wanted the memories where he laughed,
not where he weeped. Were he could stand up proudly, instead of in a corner hiding. He closed his eyes and wished he could
die.
"It will never end."
Ramza Beoulve was his name.
In an advanced town where little peace could be found, save for his special spot. This and his father was the only thing he had
anymore. His friends as well. But they were gone for the time. Everytime a knight came by he would have to hide in the shadows
so his life wouldn't end. He was a herectic. And as if you were stuck on a merry-go-round that lasted forever, you weren't
getting off.
"Everything has gone so wrong."
Mustadio Bunanza
A wisened man stood, facing his once proud country. He drew his sword, the heavanly Excalibur and stared into the holy blade.
He though of the bloodshed and the tears. He hated fighting for no reason. A just cause is his only demand in a war. But there
was no cause. Just fear, to power, to control, to death and then back again. This war wouldn't end for a long time. He
sheathed his blade and walked away.
"It is pointless."
They called him "Thunder God", Cidolfas Orlandu
2 siblings, a younger sister and an older brother, walked towards a village, each one hodling the others hand. With thoughts
that they had know home crossed them, they needed comfort. All they had were memories and each other. It wasn't much to
survive on though. But they would make it through
"It will be okay."
Rafa Galthana and her brother Malak.
A woman, a holy knight, stared across the grasslands of the Nevlia Plains. She knelt down and picked up a thick blade of grass.
She blew and made a sweet whistling. After that she merely stared. Memories of the past came flooding in a gusher of emotion.
She saw the laughter and happiness and the evil and the greed. She then saw Ovelia.
"I failed my duty."
The knight Agrias Oaks
A man stood looking towards a sunset with his fiance. He looked and gazed deep into the orange sky. The woman hugged him
tightly and he put an arm around her. She looked up at him with concern. He merely smiled and hugged her tighter. The 2 herectics
were in love, even though the world wanted them dead. They would never give up.
"We'll keep on fighting."
Beowulf Kadmus, Temple Knight and Reis Dular, the Dragoner.
A foreign man walked along a shoreline, peering into the crystalline waters. He wanted to go home so bad. To see the face of
his love again, to see his friends. He thought of the man he hated. The cold eyes of him. Then he thought of that woman in
Zarghidas. It was so real. Even the same name. Now he had more sorrow to bear.
"I want to go back"
Soldier Cloud Strife, the dimension traveler.
The wind whistled around the rocky cliff. A young girl covered in heavy green robes stood looking out upon the now peaceful
land. She could not get out of her head the deeds commited by her father, herself. What had happened to her brother. Her
greatest ally was once her enemy. She thought that everything said was the truth. instead it was merely a cover for her eyes,
her heart. The wind grew to a bluster and she merely sighed.
"Izlude."
Her name was Meliadoul Tingel.
This is how their stories collide for the second time. And the something greater than the world is at stake.
This is how the Judgement of Darkness decides.