Sun. Wind. Sand.
She lays sleep-like, a haze of pure peace, awake from dreaming of the most pure, beautiful world: heaven at it's best. She felt well rested, as if she had slept deeply, and woke warm and blissful with the sweet taste of Eternity.
Her heart beats in her chest in motion of the world, deep and pure in the music of existence. Life-blood pulses in her veins, and she felt every blood cell in her body in a dance in a wild waltz of joy and rebirth. Her lungs take in sweet, dry air from above, pure and clean. Warm sand presses against her palms, the back of her neck, and head, earthy and soothing to her muscles and skin. Her face and the back of her hands were freshly heated by the blanket of sunlight kissing her skin.
Such another beautiful world.Such peace.Such hope.
Something was heavy, smooth, hard, thick, but protective on her torso, across her chest, shoulders and legs.Hard and absorbing in the heat, making a more subtle type of heat against her stomach and arms. She was not completely exposed to the sunrays of the bright, harsh sun of the Fiergo Desert. But her unflawed hands, which were in direct contact to the daystar above, were pale peach and untanned as a person who lived without sunlight, a milk-cream. She felt as if she could run forever with the power surging through
Her body: an electric fire.
She opened her eyes.
The Sun blinded her, but at the moment the pain was a joy. She was alive. The world moved on. The universe moved on. All was harmony.
She sat up, the gold dust of the desert falling from her shoulders. Metal clanked. She wore thick armor, heated by the sun so that the area around her arm distorted the space beyond with its heat radiation. She had no gauntlets, or a helmet since she remembered she did not like how they obscured her view, as she was absent of any weapon. She was formerly laying in the middle of an endless desert, hands by her sides, as if in a ceremonial sleep. But her thoughts of how she came to be here, now, were blank; but she was not afraid or confused at the least. She had no memories, but she remembered.emotion. No past, but she knew the present. She did not know the road, but she knew the destination. She was in the middle of a sand trap in the blazing heat, not caring for the past, and was not afraid or even confused, and she did not care. All was as it should be.
~Memories, pieces to the greatest puzzles, would come in time by those who guide from Beyond.~
She had something to do here. Something needed to be changed. But not now. Not exactly now. She somehow knew.remembered without memories, that her destiny was to change something in this world. But what.she didn't remember. She just had to look for something. Something that would help her fix what time broke. Something that would help her correct what was wronged. Something.
The strange, pale, and silver-clad female knight stood up after putting a hand to her surprisingly cool forehead. Sand falls to its home to the ground again as she got to her feet. Looking to the new weight on her shoulders, she saw a unique part of the already strange and beautifully simple armor. Two huge, smooth shoulder-pads angled to a dull point about three-quarters the length of her arm from her actual shoulder. They were balanced perfectly, and secured tightly as if they were a part of her body. They did not feel heavy, although they seemed at least an inch or two thick.
Her hair was cut so short she could not see it, but she knew it was there because the top of her head was receiving less sun than her face. Her feet had metal and leather boots, matching with her armor, but flexible and light as if she did not wear them. The back of her neck was armored, she noticed, when she put her head back to see the tranquil azure sky stretching as far as the sands.Beautiful, beautiful peace.
Her simple, child-like thoughts came in delicate strings as she found herself walking forward in the direction she was facing: North. The sun was above her, but it was more on her back than front. It felt good to use her own shadow to see. Amusing. She smiled, and laughed a few times just.because. She could walk on forever like this. Only her, the earth, the sky, and the sun.Sometimes a thing called the moon.
~Thebrightemoonroseabovetheoceanwavesslowlyasshewatchedfromtheshore.~
She had a memory. The moon. And the realization there was more beauty here in this world than the endless sand and the sun. Beauty as endless as.forever. Endless as truth. Endless as eternity. She smiled. She wanted to see it all. It all. The human destiny to see forever, and live in forever, forever.The humane destiny among more than the humane. The human destiny of all.
She remembered questions. They came like an echo, in the back of her mind, swimming through the sand and sky of her thoughts like gentle swans on water.Her more. "loud" mental thoughts put them into words, and with words replied to them as she remembered without memories.
~ What is my name? Arch Cinaed. Born of fire. Born in arches of fire. Where am I?
Among the living, among the dead. I am here.
Where do my feet take me?
Where I want to go. To where I want to be.
Where do I want do go?
To where the people who walk in what I walked before are.
Why?
Because.
Because?
Why.
What is why and because?
To do what I have bidden myself to do. To do what I have done undone. To do what I want to do. I want to fly. Touch the forever sky. To show someone how to cry. To show someone through a lie. To show someone how to try. To show someone how to die.To show others how to fly.To give all who will listen wings.
What am I?
A walking riddle of forever. ~
*
She walked for hours never changing her calm and relaxing but steady pace, cold as ice in the desert sun but somehow hot at the same time. Wind picked up as to talk to her sometimes as she wondered and wandered, changing the landscape. Where she woke up, the dunes were small, wider than they were tall. But now she had to climb almost vertical walls of sand that reached to the sky, lost for minutes in their cool shadows. But the view from some of them gave her sight of a white and bright yellow trail, like beads on a string being dragged through the sand. She slowly came near it. It was going slower than she was, or was stopped completely. She got there within an hour or two, a little more acute to the sights and sounds of her surroundings than before. Almost suddenly, just before the caravan, the desert grew smooth and without dunes, a lake of sand rather than rounded mountains. Arch slid down the last dune, eye-level with the caravan. Yellow birds, people riding them, hauled wagons and goods. Well, they used to. Now they stopped.
As she neared, curious and knowing something about these people, she knew they were afraid of her. She did not have their light-brown or red skin from the sun, and wore metal instead of clothing of leather, and now she saw, white silk cloth underneath the silver. As she walked two of the yellow bird-things with people astride them ran up to her when she was about fifty or so meters away form the first wagon-thing. They were both men, strong looking with swords at their hips. One seemed elderly, face wrinkled but mostly obscured by a brown beard. He wasn't too happy with her. He was calling her something called a Monster from a distance, and now a thief. He didn't speak. She felt his.thoughts though, but they were too static-filled for her to pick up all of them, but she picked up mostly what she tried hard to concentrate on. She saw his thoughts. Saw what he saw. Saw herself in his mind.
Her face was sort of wide for what he considered as a classical beautiful woman, but she was beautiful in an unusual way. She had no defined cheeks, a chalk-pale cream color to her skin, and large eyes giving her a youthful, even childish look. Her hair was whiter than her skin. Blazing white. It was cut short around the ears and halfway around the back of her head, where it went out at a declining flat angle to meet longer growths of hair from the top of her head. Then the older man, who called himself Gorn, was calling her a ghost. But the younger, more inexperienced merchant, of whom he called Mehee, said something to him that changed his mind. Something about how she left foot prints. The older Merchant walked up to about ten feet from her and stopped to observe her. She was normal woman height, but wide of shoulder even without the some-how threatening shoulder-guards. She knew she was smaller than that, and the illusion was because she wore a man-styled armor. She stood tall, lively. From where he sat up on his mount, which she suddenly knew as a Chocobo from receiving what she could only describe as "soft" information from his "back" mind, he could see she had the strangest eyes of color- burst for her face. They were deep blue, like the ocean, but she had almost neon-electric blue streaks to them. And they where sharp; almost hawk-like. Her mental daze didn't seem to be too apparent.
She got more "soft" information from his subconscious, but it was limited. She now knew what he specialized in.Those birds he and others were riding and the caravan going to a huge place called Figaro. Other than that, she was unable to hear what was not directed at her. The young man she happily appreciated because he took concern before accusation that she was a thief, although he was nervous. But for some reason it was because he was a male. And the fact she just came out of the desert. But that just stemmed to the idea she must need water and rest. She remembered a cool feeling running down her throat.But it was only a recollection. Perhaps a memory? She was somewhat worn, when she thought about it. She was breathing hard but steady, and her muscles ached, but she still felt as if she could walk forever. She was in a bliss she could not want to put into words, for it would be like running in circles.
After some time of mute thoughts from Gorn and Arch standing calmly before him without a word, he spoke verbally. Arch also remembered...knew.how to reply.
"Who are you?" "Arch Cinaed."
A pause.
"Where do you come from?" "I dunno." From his heavy, stern, deep tone of voice, Arch seemed all the more of a child. But she knew she wasn't. She had the body of a person with good youth in their twenties.And she actually had no clue where she came from. She knew they would not be satisfied with the answer of the desert. She was still standing in it. And as a location as a city, she didn't really care.
".You don't know? How have you traveled without a Chocobo? Monsters would have eaten you alive for being without a weapon," he said critically.
"I dunno. I walked?"
The Merchant muttered something to his apprentice. After a moment of looking the armored woman over again he turned and left, leaving the young man staring stupidly over his shoulder. He then turned his face back to her nervously as he scratched his head and smiled back at the supposed victim of sunstroke. Her smile never left her face, either. She stood there dumbly, blinking every few seconds as if she had not a thought in her head. Most of the time she didn't.
"Uh." started Mehee. Arch blinked. She had the urge to say something to laugh hysterically about, but nothing came to mind. She was still in a dream-like haze. "Why don't you climb on and we'll take you to the caravan? You look beat." "Nah."
The bird was not too happy even with only one rider on his back. He was supposedly just trained to take humans, and he was not to amused about having a person with armor that would look as if it would crush a behemoth load off on him. The poor Chocobo was sweltering in this heat too. He came from a cooler climate somewhere.
"You just toddled out of the desert! Why?" "I dunno." She grinned a little bigger. The bird cooed softly in respect. Humans did not listen to anything that did not talk like them. They were deaf, but certainly not mute. Arch regarded the feathered beast with a glance, and he puffed up happily. His rider seemed oblivious to the bird's happiness.
"Then shall I accompany you?" " I dun care." Arch shrugged, and started walking. The man blinked and confirmed to himself she did have that thing called sunstroke.
*
She re-lived the memory of the water, but it was now the present. She guzzled a good amount for a person who could stomach so much from being in the desert long. When a person didn't have much food or fluids over a few days, they had the habit of barfing it up if they suddenly ate too much. She took it down easy. Then she handed the empty canteen back to a different young man of whom Mehee handed her off to. He looked just as dangerous with a sword as the other two who met with her before, but the merchant didn't act like it existed. He took the canister, and whistled, smiling while he looked in the top.
"Shit! If I ever see you in a drinking game remind me to bet on you!" then the man turned towards some guy strapping something to a caravan some twenty feet away, "Hey Derikan! You have competition!" She couldn't hear any thoughts at all now. She didn't really want to center her mind to listen. And she smiled and lazily blinked. The world was coming more lively and sharp as time passed. She was having the tendency to laugh more physically instead of smiling. The daze of sand was whisked away in her mind, a fire from somewhere before erupting like a dream-land.
The guy looked up. He had more beard stubble and was slightly less tan as well as latter than the other, she could tell across the distance. "What? Oh. Who?" "Her!" "Her?!" "Yes, her!" "But she's a lady!" "So? She just drank three canteens at once!" "WHAT?!" "Screwing with your head, pal. She just drank one!" "Asshole!"
The man of whom Arch was put in custody chuckled and waved to the other man, who was proud of his chugging title, did the same. He turned back to her. "So, you heading for Fiargo?"
The castle under the sand.Gears.Towers. She remembered it. She even had a bit of a memory. She remembered what it looked like. She knew it was good to start whatever the hell she doing here.
".I guess."
The man laughed again and jabbed a thumb to the wagon they were at. "Well, I'd advise you to get some sleep. You look like a specter!"
Arch looked into the wagon where there was a blanket. And shade. She nodded to the man, grinning, and climbed in.
Author Notie: Er.I'll get to working on it.O.O
And OH, I-SO-BAKA! ^ ^
FF6 is Squaresoft's. Arch is mine. Whoever is mine is mine. Who ever is their's is their's. The more replies I get, the more I will finish it faster. .Damn. Wait. That sounds commercial and snotty! O_O! I'LL WORK ON IT IN MY OWN TIME! REPLIES JUST MAKE ME HAAAPPYY!! ^ ^ There we go! MUAHAHAA! Locke-"Good thing you say "Muahaha.'" Wai? o.O Locke-" If you said "Mwahaha" you'd be mimicing Kefka and we would have to do many terrible things to you." ::Locke gestures to her Mountain Dew, grinning sardonically.:: D O_O! HOT-DAMN am I lucky, then...^ ^ o.o I promote "MUAHAHA!"
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She lays sleep-like, a haze of pure peace, awake from dreaming of the most pure, beautiful world: heaven at it's best. She felt well rested, as if she had slept deeply, and woke warm and blissful with the sweet taste of Eternity.
Her heart beats in her chest in motion of the world, deep and pure in the music of existence. Life-blood pulses in her veins, and she felt every blood cell in her body in a dance in a wild waltz of joy and rebirth. Her lungs take in sweet, dry air from above, pure and clean. Warm sand presses against her palms, the back of her neck, and head, earthy and soothing to her muscles and skin. Her face and the back of her hands were freshly heated by the blanket of sunlight kissing her skin.
Such another beautiful world.Such peace.Such hope.
Something was heavy, smooth, hard, thick, but protective on her torso, across her chest, shoulders and legs.Hard and absorbing in the heat, making a more subtle type of heat against her stomach and arms. She was not completely exposed to the sunrays of the bright, harsh sun of the Fiergo Desert. But her unflawed hands, which were in direct contact to the daystar above, were pale peach and untanned as a person who lived without sunlight, a milk-cream. She felt as if she could run forever with the power surging through
Her body: an electric fire.
She opened her eyes.
The Sun blinded her, but at the moment the pain was a joy. She was alive. The world moved on. The universe moved on. All was harmony.
She sat up, the gold dust of the desert falling from her shoulders. Metal clanked. She wore thick armor, heated by the sun so that the area around her arm distorted the space beyond with its heat radiation. She had no gauntlets, or a helmet since she remembered she did not like how they obscured her view, as she was absent of any weapon. She was formerly laying in the middle of an endless desert, hands by her sides, as if in a ceremonial sleep. But her thoughts of how she came to be here, now, were blank; but she was not afraid or confused at the least. She had no memories, but she remembered.emotion. No past, but she knew the present. She did not know the road, but she knew the destination. She was in the middle of a sand trap in the blazing heat, not caring for the past, and was not afraid or even confused, and she did not care. All was as it should be.
~Memories, pieces to the greatest puzzles, would come in time by those who guide from Beyond.~
She had something to do here. Something needed to be changed. But not now. Not exactly now. She somehow knew.remembered without memories, that her destiny was to change something in this world. But what.she didn't remember. She just had to look for something. Something that would help her fix what time broke. Something that would help her correct what was wronged. Something.
The strange, pale, and silver-clad female knight stood up after putting a hand to her surprisingly cool forehead. Sand falls to its home to the ground again as she got to her feet. Looking to the new weight on her shoulders, she saw a unique part of the already strange and beautifully simple armor. Two huge, smooth shoulder-pads angled to a dull point about three-quarters the length of her arm from her actual shoulder. They were balanced perfectly, and secured tightly as if they were a part of her body. They did not feel heavy, although they seemed at least an inch or two thick.
Her hair was cut so short she could not see it, but she knew it was there because the top of her head was receiving less sun than her face. Her feet had metal and leather boots, matching with her armor, but flexible and light as if she did not wear them. The back of her neck was armored, she noticed, when she put her head back to see the tranquil azure sky stretching as far as the sands.Beautiful, beautiful peace.
Her simple, child-like thoughts came in delicate strings as she found herself walking forward in the direction she was facing: North. The sun was above her, but it was more on her back than front. It felt good to use her own shadow to see. Amusing. She smiled, and laughed a few times just.because. She could walk on forever like this. Only her, the earth, the sky, and the sun.Sometimes a thing called the moon.
~Thebrightemoonroseabovetheoceanwavesslowlyasshewatchedfromtheshore.~
She had a memory. The moon. And the realization there was more beauty here in this world than the endless sand and the sun. Beauty as endless as.forever. Endless as truth. Endless as eternity. She smiled. She wanted to see it all. It all. The human destiny to see forever, and live in forever, forever.The humane destiny among more than the humane. The human destiny of all.
She remembered questions. They came like an echo, in the back of her mind, swimming through the sand and sky of her thoughts like gentle swans on water.Her more. "loud" mental thoughts put them into words, and with words replied to them as she remembered without memories.
~ What is my name? Arch Cinaed. Born of fire. Born in arches of fire. Where am I?
Among the living, among the dead. I am here.
Where do my feet take me?
Where I want to go. To where I want to be.
Where do I want do go?
To where the people who walk in what I walked before are.
Why?
Because.
Because?
Why.
What is why and because?
To do what I have bidden myself to do. To do what I have done undone. To do what I want to do. I want to fly. Touch the forever sky. To show someone how to cry. To show someone through a lie. To show someone how to try. To show someone how to die.To show others how to fly.To give all who will listen wings.
What am I?
A walking riddle of forever. ~
*
She walked for hours never changing her calm and relaxing but steady pace, cold as ice in the desert sun but somehow hot at the same time. Wind picked up as to talk to her sometimes as she wondered and wandered, changing the landscape. Where she woke up, the dunes were small, wider than they were tall. But now she had to climb almost vertical walls of sand that reached to the sky, lost for minutes in their cool shadows. But the view from some of them gave her sight of a white and bright yellow trail, like beads on a string being dragged through the sand. She slowly came near it. It was going slower than she was, or was stopped completely. She got there within an hour or two, a little more acute to the sights and sounds of her surroundings than before. Almost suddenly, just before the caravan, the desert grew smooth and without dunes, a lake of sand rather than rounded mountains. Arch slid down the last dune, eye-level with the caravan. Yellow birds, people riding them, hauled wagons and goods. Well, they used to. Now they stopped.
As she neared, curious and knowing something about these people, she knew they were afraid of her. She did not have their light-brown or red skin from the sun, and wore metal instead of clothing of leather, and now she saw, white silk cloth underneath the silver. As she walked two of the yellow bird-things with people astride them ran up to her when she was about fifty or so meters away form the first wagon-thing. They were both men, strong looking with swords at their hips. One seemed elderly, face wrinkled but mostly obscured by a brown beard. He wasn't too happy with her. He was calling her something called a Monster from a distance, and now a thief. He didn't speak. She felt his.thoughts though, but they were too static-filled for her to pick up all of them, but she picked up mostly what she tried hard to concentrate on. She saw his thoughts. Saw what he saw. Saw herself in his mind.
Her face was sort of wide for what he considered as a classical beautiful woman, but she was beautiful in an unusual way. She had no defined cheeks, a chalk-pale cream color to her skin, and large eyes giving her a youthful, even childish look. Her hair was whiter than her skin. Blazing white. It was cut short around the ears and halfway around the back of her head, where it went out at a declining flat angle to meet longer growths of hair from the top of her head. Then the older man, who called himself Gorn, was calling her a ghost. But the younger, more inexperienced merchant, of whom he called Mehee, said something to him that changed his mind. Something about how she left foot prints. The older Merchant walked up to about ten feet from her and stopped to observe her. She was normal woman height, but wide of shoulder even without the some-how threatening shoulder-guards. She knew she was smaller than that, and the illusion was because she wore a man-styled armor. She stood tall, lively. From where he sat up on his mount, which she suddenly knew as a Chocobo from receiving what she could only describe as "soft" information from his "back" mind, he could see she had the strangest eyes of color- burst for her face. They were deep blue, like the ocean, but she had almost neon-electric blue streaks to them. And they where sharp; almost hawk-like. Her mental daze didn't seem to be too apparent.
She got more "soft" information from his subconscious, but it was limited. She now knew what he specialized in.Those birds he and others were riding and the caravan going to a huge place called Figaro. Other than that, she was unable to hear what was not directed at her. The young man she happily appreciated because he took concern before accusation that she was a thief, although he was nervous. But for some reason it was because he was a male. And the fact she just came out of the desert. But that just stemmed to the idea she must need water and rest. She remembered a cool feeling running down her throat.But it was only a recollection. Perhaps a memory? She was somewhat worn, when she thought about it. She was breathing hard but steady, and her muscles ached, but she still felt as if she could walk forever. She was in a bliss she could not want to put into words, for it would be like running in circles.
After some time of mute thoughts from Gorn and Arch standing calmly before him without a word, he spoke verbally. Arch also remembered...knew.how to reply.
"Who are you?" "Arch Cinaed."
A pause.
"Where do you come from?" "I dunno." From his heavy, stern, deep tone of voice, Arch seemed all the more of a child. But she knew she wasn't. She had the body of a person with good youth in their twenties.And she actually had no clue where she came from. She knew they would not be satisfied with the answer of the desert. She was still standing in it. And as a location as a city, she didn't really care.
".You don't know? How have you traveled without a Chocobo? Monsters would have eaten you alive for being without a weapon," he said critically.
"I dunno. I walked?"
The Merchant muttered something to his apprentice. After a moment of looking the armored woman over again he turned and left, leaving the young man staring stupidly over his shoulder. He then turned his face back to her nervously as he scratched his head and smiled back at the supposed victim of sunstroke. Her smile never left her face, either. She stood there dumbly, blinking every few seconds as if she had not a thought in her head. Most of the time she didn't.
"Uh." started Mehee. Arch blinked. She had the urge to say something to laugh hysterically about, but nothing came to mind. She was still in a dream-like haze. "Why don't you climb on and we'll take you to the caravan? You look beat." "Nah."
The bird was not too happy even with only one rider on his back. He was supposedly just trained to take humans, and he was not to amused about having a person with armor that would look as if it would crush a behemoth load off on him. The poor Chocobo was sweltering in this heat too. He came from a cooler climate somewhere.
"You just toddled out of the desert! Why?" "I dunno." She grinned a little bigger. The bird cooed softly in respect. Humans did not listen to anything that did not talk like them. They were deaf, but certainly not mute. Arch regarded the feathered beast with a glance, and he puffed up happily. His rider seemed oblivious to the bird's happiness.
"Then shall I accompany you?" " I dun care." Arch shrugged, and started walking. The man blinked and confirmed to himself she did have that thing called sunstroke.
*
She re-lived the memory of the water, but it was now the present. She guzzled a good amount for a person who could stomach so much from being in the desert long. When a person didn't have much food or fluids over a few days, they had the habit of barfing it up if they suddenly ate too much. She took it down easy. Then she handed the empty canteen back to a different young man of whom Mehee handed her off to. He looked just as dangerous with a sword as the other two who met with her before, but the merchant didn't act like it existed. He took the canister, and whistled, smiling while he looked in the top.
"Shit! If I ever see you in a drinking game remind me to bet on you!" then the man turned towards some guy strapping something to a caravan some twenty feet away, "Hey Derikan! You have competition!" She couldn't hear any thoughts at all now. She didn't really want to center her mind to listen. And she smiled and lazily blinked. The world was coming more lively and sharp as time passed. She was having the tendency to laugh more physically instead of smiling. The daze of sand was whisked away in her mind, a fire from somewhere before erupting like a dream-land.
The guy looked up. He had more beard stubble and was slightly less tan as well as latter than the other, she could tell across the distance. "What? Oh. Who?" "Her!" "Her?!" "Yes, her!" "But she's a lady!" "So? She just drank three canteens at once!" "WHAT?!" "Screwing with your head, pal. She just drank one!" "Asshole!"
The man of whom Arch was put in custody chuckled and waved to the other man, who was proud of his chugging title, did the same. He turned back to her. "So, you heading for Fiargo?"
The castle under the sand.Gears.Towers. She remembered it. She even had a bit of a memory. She remembered what it looked like. She knew it was good to start whatever the hell she doing here.
".I guess."
The man laughed again and jabbed a thumb to the wagon they were at. "Well, I'd advise you to get some sleep. You look like a specter!"
Arch looked into the wagon where there was a blanket. And shade. She nodded to the man, grinning, and climbed in.
Author Notie: Er.I'll get to working on it.O.O
And OH, I-SO-BAKA! ^ ^
FF6 is Squaresoft's. Arch is mine. Whoever is mine is mine. Who ever is their's is their's. The more replies I get, the more I will finish it faster. .Damn. Wait. That sounds commercial and snotty! O_O! I'LL WORK ON IT IN MY OWN TIME! REPLIES JUST MAKE ME HAAAPPYY!! ^ ^ There we go! MUAHAHAA! Locke-"Good thing you say "Muahaha.'" Wai? o.O Locke-" If you said "Mwahaha" you'd be mimicing Kefka and we would have to do many terrible things to you." ::Locke gestures to her Mountain Dew, grinning sardonically.:: D O_O! HOT-DAMN am I lucky, then...^ ^ o.o I promote "MUAHAHA!"
Yeh. And anything between the "~"s are italics. Fanficiton won't let me use that HTML to make anything special lately, so if you know how, TELL ME! O.O