"Memoria...how did I get here?" Amarant asked himself, giving little
to no regard of the past event that had just unfolded before him.
He sat down upon a fallen pillar for a moment, to rest. As he did he watched as another one of the memories that floated about in this place once again began to play out before him.
He saw himself as he was now. Tall. Strong. Mysterious. He was fighting another person. The man was tan-skinned, wearing a pair of denim overalls, from rustic country places. From his chin flowed a scruff, black beard, into which his mustache seamlessly integrated.
Fiercely did the two images battle. The big, powerful, overall clad man threw immense punches. But as of yet, not one of them had met with Amarant. They had all been stopped, or evaded.
It was then that he watched himself pull a curved knife from his satchel, and before the big man could do anything, he chucked the blade at him. The business end embedded itself into the man's chest.
The man stumbled backwards, making wounded gasps, trying as best he could to hold onto the life he had lived so long. But it was all for naught. The man dropped to his knees, and then fell to the ground. The knife's handle propped his torse a few inches off the ground.
He watched his own image take out an axe, which was strapped to his back. Placing his foot upon the big man's back, he swung the axe at his neck, and had hewn it from his body.
Amarant's image then took out a few tourniquettes, and thoroughly bandaged up the neck. Not that it helped all that much, but it did a little bit. He took the head off into the distance with him.
Amarant couldn't see much happening. But he saw him passing the man's head to another, shady figure, and also saw himself accepting some cash.
After this was all over, Amarant got up from the ancient pillar, and headed back from whence he came, seeking a way out, his footsteps echoing eerily throughout the darkness.
* * *
The group had feasted merrily, even within the absence of one of their own. All of them feasted upon some sort of meat, some of Quina's frog legs, and some mashed potatoes. There was something else in the potatoes other than the potatoes themselves, but none of them knew quite what.
When all was over, they marched out of Cid's palace, aside of course, from Hilda, Cid, and their newly adopted daughter Eiko.
They boarded the airship, single file. Even though their numbers were lessened, they appeared to be more, with the new appearances of Vivi's children.
In Cid's stead, Rei took up the airship's helm, being the most intelligent, and well-read one there, he had a surprising amount of skill with the airships controls.
* * *
As Amarant continued on through the darkness, he soon noticed that it was no longer so dark at all. And instead, he heard a voice calling out to him.
Just as he looked up to see who the voice belonged to, the light grew in amount, and spilled deep into his eyes. He had gone temporarily blind.
Once he had regained vision, he saw a gruff man standing above him. His white beard contrasted greatly with the dark tan of his skin. At his side was a great cutlass, resting in it's sheath. About him flowed a long, black coat.
"So the one who dared to land upon the ship of the corsairs finally awakens..." The man barked out. "I do believe we've got a new slave...what say you, Barinten?"
A man stepped out from the darkness. His clothes seemed somewhat official, but yet, they were not. They were haggard, and covered in dust.
"I do believe you are right, captain Golmor..." Barinten responded. The two shared a hearty laugh between them.
Amarant would not allow this to happan. Leaping from the bed, not even noticing his claws were gone, he shot his fist forward, the business end slamming hard into Barinten's face, knocking him to the floor.
At this, Golmor drew his cutlass, and made a mighty swipe at Amarant. Amarant reflexively threw his other fist forward, not noticing until he'd already done it that his claws were gone.
The sword sliced into his hand, and he fell back in pain, clutching the wounding hand. The captain laughed at this.
"Hahahaha...forgetting something there?" Captain Golmor roared, as he pulled out from one of his coat's pockets, the rune claws. The orb in the center glowed ominously.
At this, Amarant leapt up when the captain had let his guard down, still dangling the claw, and snatched it from his hand. The captain turned about to see Amarant donning his weapon, ignoring the pain of the wound.
"So you want a fight, eh?" Golmor boomed.
The large man stuck into his mouth, two fingers, and emitted a shrill whistle. As soon as he did. hundreds of mane came down, dressed just like Barinten, their cutlasses drawn as well.
Amarant knew he was outmatched. He could not take on all these men without one of them stabbing him in the back. He would have to wait until another time.
Amarant made no resistance at all when two men came forward, dragging a mess of chains with them. They then bound Amarant up, and pushed him up to the outer deck.
He sat down upon a fallen pillar for a moment, to rest. As he did he watched as another one of the memories that floated about in this place once again began to play out before him.
He saw himself as he was now. Tall. Strong. Mysterious. He was fighting another person. The man was tan-skinned, wearing a pair of denim overalls, from rustic country places. From his chin flowed a scruff, black beard, into which his mustache seamlessly integrated.
Fiercely did the two images battle. The big, powerful, overall clad man threw immense punches. But as of yet, not one of them had met with Amarant. They had all been stopped, or evaded.
It was then that he watched himself pull a curved knife from his satchel, and before the big man could do anything, he chucked the blade at him. The business end embedded itself into the man's chest.
The man stumbled backwards, making wounded gasps, trying as best he could to hold onto the life he had lived so long. But it was all for naught. The man dropped to his knees, and then fell to the ground. The knife's handle propped his torse a few inches off the ground.
He watched his own image take out an axe, which was strapped to his back. Placing his foot upon the big man's back, he swung the axe at his neck, and had hewn it from his body.
Amarant's image then took out a few tourniquettes, and thoroughly bandaged up the neck. Not that it helped all that much, but it did a little bit. He took the head off into the distance with him.
Amarant couldn't see much happening. But he saw him passing the man's head to another, shady figure, and also saw himself accepting some cash.
After this was all over, Amarant got up from the ancient pillar, and headed back from whence he came, seeking a way out, his footsteps echoing eerily throughout the darkness.
* * *
The group had feasted merrily, even within the absence of one of their own. All of them feasted upon some sort of meat, some of Quina's frog legs, and some mashed potatoes. There was something else in the potatoes other than the potatoes themselves, but none of them knew quite what.
When all was over, they marched out of Cid's palace, aside of course, from Hilda, Cid, and their newly adopted daughter Eiko.
They boarded the airship, single file. Even though their numbers were lessened, they appeared to be more, with the new appearances of Vivi's children.
In Cid's stead, Rei took up the airship's helm, being the most intelligent, and well-read one there, he had a surprising amount of skill with the airships controls.
* * *
As Amarant continued on through the darkness, he soon noticed that it was no longer so dark at all. And instead, he heard a voice calling out to him.
Just as he looked up to see who the voice belonged to, the light grew in amount, and spilled deep into his eyes. He had gone temporarily blind.
Once he had regained vision, he saw a gruff man standing above him. His white beard contrasted greatly with the dark tan of his skin. At his side was a great cutlass, resting in it's sheath. About him flowed a long, black coat.
"So the one who dared to land upon the ship of the corsairs finally awakens..." The man barked out. "I do believe we've got a new slave...what say you, Barinten?"
A man stepped out from the darkness. His clothes seemed somewhat official, but yet, they were not. They were haggard, and covered in dust.
"I do believe you are right, captain Golmor..." Barinten responded. The two shared a hearty laugh between them.
Amarant would not allow this to happan. Leaping from the bed, not even noticing his claws were gone, he shot his fist forward, the business end slamming hard into Barinten's face, knocking him to the floor.
At this, Golmor drew his cutlass, and made a mighty swipe at Amarant. Amarant reflexively threw his other fist forward, not noticing until he'd already done it that his claws were gone.
The sword sliced into his hand, and he fell back in pain, clutching the wounding hand. The captain laughed at this.
"Hahahaha...forgetting something there?" Captain Golmor roared, as he pulled out from one of his coat's pockets, the rune claws. The orb in the center glowed ominously.
At this, Amarant leapt up when the captain had let his guard down, still dangling the claw, and snatched it from his hand. The captain turned about to see Amarant donning his weapon, ignoring the pain of the wound.
"So you want a fight, eh?" Golmor boomed.
The large man stuck into his mouth, two fingers, and emitted a shrill whistle. As soon as he did. hundreds of mane came down, dressed just like Barinten, their cutlasses drawn as well.
Amarant knew he was outmatched. He could not take on all these men without one of them stabbing him in the back. He would have to wait until another time.
Amarant made no resistance at all when two men came forward, dragging a mess of chains with them. They then bound Amarant up, and pushed him up to the outer deck.