Bervenia to Bed
I trudged back to Bervenia Free City to rest my wounds. By the time I arrive, Ramza will be in Zeltennia. What is he planned to do there? Was he planning on killing our agents among the Naten? Or is his party planning on passing through in order to head onwards towards Limberry in order to steal Elmdore's Zodiac Stone?
'Whatever it is, it can't be good,' I thought, 'After all, he's a heretic, why should he follow the law if he lives for breaking it. He's evil, and he wishes to cause havoc.' I didn't want to think about my father and the church being wrong, and my brother's killer being right.
After arriving at the town, I got a room at the Inn. Taking into account the fact that people with White Magic healed my wounds, I'm giving myself three nights to heal. After all, I never had them set my broken arm, just lay some cheap healing on it. So I had to be a little more careful about my recovery time. When that time has ended, I will head back to Murond to give my report. I know it is a sin to lie, but how will I explain the fact that Ramza saved my life and killed the thieves for me?
But I had no need to think of that now. All I need to do is rest and recover. Once I'm better, I can lay a trap for Ramza and his friends. With him out of the way, I can finally release the memory of my brother and his gruesome murder. Thank God I wasn't at Riovanes, and hadn't seen his body. Hearing my father's report was bad enough.
I lay on my bed and tried to go to sleep. But it wasn't as easy as you might think. It seemed like my body just wanted to stay awake tonight, no matter how much sleep I needed to recover. As I looked at the ceiling, I saw Ramza's face staring right back at me.
"Meliadoul, don't listen to what society says. Your heart will lead you to the side of right, and away from the lie you are living," he said.
Lie, what lie? I am a Shrine Knight. All I do is serve the church, who are in the right in this whole war. He is the villain, the one who is in the wrong. The one who is lying about his intentions and who he really is. It wouldn't surprise me if he doesn't really care about his sister, and was lying in order to try and get me to join him.
I must be strong. Letting emotions control me will lead to my death. He has no power over me, I am my own person. That fool will die when I next see him.
I didn't know when I finally fell asleep. The only thing I can remember is that I had a really strange dream. I was standing with Izlude in a field of flowers. He put a flower in my hair, and smiled at me. Suddenly, a giant lion that stood tall like a man, only larger, and was wearing a toga appeared. Izlude drew his sword and attacked it, but the creature just laughed. It knocked Izlude out with one of his large fists, and then blasted him. My brother screamed in pure agony as I watched helplessly. When I pulled out my sword and tried to strike him back, the creature tried to knock me back too. Suddenly, Ramza Beoulve stepped between us, hitting it with his sword. A gaping wound opened in the creature's chest, and it was screaming.
He told me, "Now you see that Lucavi is real. Your brother was murdered in Riovanes by a demon much like this. He is buried in the cemetery, along with the castle soldiers that both this demon and his companion killed. There was nothing anybody could do about it. You know I would have saved him if it were possible. You must help me fight against this evil, before more innocent people die in the horrible way that Izlude did."
Then, to my amazement, I grabbed my sword and ran to his side. But instead of killing Beoulve, I attacked the lion. It convulsed, and died. Ramza held me close to his body in order to shield me from the blasts left by his death. He smiled as he looked at me.
"Thank you Meliadoul. But we must continue to fight until the last of this evil is wiped out completely. Izlude's death will not have been in vain." Then, we both walked back towards his camp and his allies. I recognized his friends Tess, Tyler, Sage, Pete, Margurita, and Leon, but the others drew a blank. There was the great warrior Orlandu, and a heretic named Beowulf, and Alma Beoulve, that much was certain. But who was the man in the overalls with the ponytail? Or the blond Holy Knight? Or the two dark skinned sorcerers? Or that young woman in the dress? Or the robot? Or the spiky haired dude with the big sword?
I sat down by the fire, and held out my numb hands. Ramza walked over to me, and gave me a kiss. But it didn't disgust me, in fact I was thrilled by it. The idea sent shivers down my spine, as I wondered what it meant.
* * *
I spent two more days and nights resting in the Inn. In that time, I practiced with my sword, hoping to get my muscles back into shape. Now, I will be ready for the fight that will take place when I meet Ramza on the battlefield.
When I finished with my training each night, I went back to my room to rest. But my nights were filled with dreams of demons killing my brother and other innocents, and me fighting alongside Ramza and his friends. One time, I saw my father's face instead of the face of the lion demon. It was a sight that I would never forget.
It had to be a spell to make me think that I am wrong and Ramza is right. That's the only explanation for me dreaming about fighting demons that seemed to have transformed from my father and his friends. I saw Cardinal Draclau, Wiegraff, Marquis Elmdore, and Dycedarg Beoulve, along with my father. None of these people are evil. . .well, except Dycedarg. He's the only person wicked enough to be a demon out of that group.
When I woke up after the third night, I began to pack and leave. I made sure that my weapon was secured in my belt, and that my armor was fastened in all the right places. After that, I headed towards the Bed Desert, on my way to Murond.
- - - -
I'm trying to make Mel arrive at Bed a few hours before Ramza, in order to set the tone for the next section. Well, the dreams are part of the theme of the story, which is pretty easy to figure out. Wanna guess what it is? Or the song that it is inspired by? It'll be mentioned in a later chapter.
I trudged back to Bervenia Free City to rest my wounds. By the time I arrive, Ramza will be in Zeltennia. What is he planned to do there? Was he planning on killing our agents among the Naten? Or is his party planning on passing through in order to head onwards towards Limberry in order to steal Elmdore's Zodiac Stone?
'Whatever it is, it can't be good,' I thought, 'After all, he's a heretic, why should he follow the law if he lives for breaking it. He's evil, and he wishes to cause havoc.' I didn't want to think about my father and the church being wrong, and my brother's killer being right.
After arriving at the town, I got a room at the Inn. Taking into account the fact that people with White Magic healed my wounds, I'm giving myself three nights to heal. After all, I never had them set my broken arm, just lay some cheap healing on it. So I had to be a little more careful about my recovery time. When that time has ended, I will head back to Murond to give my report. I know it is a sin to lie, but how will I explain the fact that Ramza saved my life and killed the thieves for me?
But I had no need to think of that now. All I need to do is rest and recover. Once I'm better, I can lay a trap for Ramza and his friends. With him out of the way, I can finally release the memory of my brother and his gruesome murder. Thank God I wasn't at Riovanes, and hadn't seen his body. Hearing my father's report was bad enough.
I lay on my bed and tried to go to sleep. But it wasn't as easy as you might think. It seemed like my body just wanted to stay awake tonight, no matter how much sleep I needed to recover. As I looked at the ceiling, I saw Ramza's face staring right back at me.
"Meliadoul, don't listen to what society says. Your heart will lead you to the side of right, and away from the lie you are living," he said.
Lie, what lie? I am a Shrine Knight. All I do is serve the church, who are in the right in this whole war. He is the villain, the one who is in the wrong. The one who is lying about his intentions and who he really is. It wouldn't surprise me if he doesn't really care about his sister, and was lying in order to try and get me to join him.
I must be strong. Letting emotions control me will lead to my death. He has no power over me, I am my own person. That fool will die when I next see him.
I didn't know when I finally fell asleep. The only thing I can remember is that I had a really strange dream. I was standing with Izlude in a field of flowers. He put a flower in my hair, and smiled at me. Suddenly, a giant lion that stood tall like a man, only larger, and was wearing a toga appeared. Izlude drew his sword and attacked it, but the creature just laughed. It knocked Izlude out with one of his large fists, and then blasted him. My brother screamed in pure agony as I watched helplessly. When I pulled out my sword and tried to strike him back, the creature tried to knock me back too. Suddenly, Ramza Beoulve stepped between us, hitting it with his sword. A gaping wound opened in the creature's chest, and it was screaming.
He told me, "Now you see that Lucavi is real. Your brother was murdered in Riovanes by a demon much like this. He is buried in the cemetery, along with the castle soldiers that both this demon and his companion killed. There was nothing anybody could do about it. You know I would have saved him if it were possible. You must help me fight against this evil, before more innocent people die in the horrible way that Izlude did."
Then, to my amazement, I grabbed my sword and ran to his side. But instead of killing Beoulve, I attacked the lion. It convulsed, and died. Ramza held me close to his body in order to shield me from the blasts left by his death. He smiled as he looked at me.
"Thank you Meliadoul. But we must continue to fight until the last of this evil is wiped out completely. Izlude's death will not have been in vain." Then, we both walked back towards his camp and his allies. I recognized his friends Tess, Tyler, Sage, Pete, Margurita, and Leon, but the others drew a blank. There was the great warrior Orlandu, and a heretic named Beowulf, and Alma Beoulve, that much was certain. But who was the man in the overalls with the ponytail? Or the blond Holy Knight? Or the two dark skinned sorcerers? Or that young woman in the dress? Or the robot? Or the spiky haired dude with the big sword?
I sat down by the fire, and held out my numb hands. Ramza walked over to me, and gave me a kiss. But it didn't disgust me, in fact I was thrilled by it. The idea sent shivers down my spine, as I wondered what it meant.
* * *
I spent two more days and nights resting in the Inn. In that time, I practiced with my sword, hoping to get my muscles back into shape. Now, I will be ready for the fight that will take place when I meet Ramza on the battlefield.
When I finished with my training each night, I went back to my room to rest. But my nights were filled with dreams of demons killing my brother and other innocents, and me fighting alongside Ramza and his friends. One time, I saw my father's face instead of the face of the lion demon. It was a sight that I would never forget.
It had to be a spell to make me think that I am wrong and Ramza is right. That's the only explanation for me dreaming about fighting demons that seemed to have transformed from my father and his friends. I saw Cardinal Draclau, Wiegraff, Marquis Elmdore, and Dycedarg Beoulve, along with my father. None of these people are evil. . .well, except Dycedarg. He's the only person wicked enough to be a demon out of that group.
When I woke up after the third night, I began to pack and leave. I made sure that my weapon was secured in my belt, and that my armor was fastened in all the right places. After that, I headed towards the Bed Desert, on my way to Murond.
- - - -
I'm trying to make Mel arrive at Bed a few hours before Ramza, in order to set the tone for the next section. Well, the dreams are part of the theme of the story, which is pretty easy to figure out. Wanna guess what it is? Or the song that it is inspired by? It'll be mentioned in a later chapter.