The Legend of Talon
Chapter 11
All hell broke loose. At least a hundred white beams shot in all directions out of Cid's fingertip. They circled the Giant as Cid laughed triumphantly in the background. They began going in smaller and smaller circles, and as they made contact with the Giant itself, it roared in agony. The beams formed a ball, which closed up on the Giant until it disappeared completely. An awed silence fell upon the room, broken occasionally by a moan of pain from Cloud or a chuckle from Cid.
Cid was feeling very good with himself. He had not only acquired the spell Holy, but he had singlehandedly annihilated the second most feared creature on the planet. After an extensive time spent in letting the party members heal, he finally stood up, being the strongest there for the moment, and leaped. As he came down, he hurled a bright blue ball from his hand…and Leviathan appeared.
With a few swishes of his tail, he healed them all in turn. Once they had stood up and gathered themselves, he smiled at Talon. "Well done. You figured the riddle. But I cannot stay here, for I shall be consumed with evil! Farewell!" and with that he vanished into the floor.
The group gathered at the end of the room, feeling much better due to Leviathan's healing. They approached the newly opened door near where Leif had originally leaned against the wall. Talon passed through it first.
After the first corner he turned, he found yet another wall with runes. But as Talon studied it, he noticed they were different. He allowed Dorgan to take over. Once again, Talon's face became serious as the eyes flickered to red. He gazed at the runes, muttering in some foreign tongue. When he looked up, he looked confused. "This is odd. It's elvish, the language of the elves. Its writings make no sense, though."
Galuf nodded grimly. "Yes, I can read it too, though I know little elvish. It says 'Speak, friend, and enter.' What could it mean?"
Dorgan smiled. "Isn't it obvious? It's a riddle, one of the elvish riddles of yore. We must find what it means, and quickly!"
Galuf stepped to the wall and put his staff against it, and began to mutter every incantation spell he had ever known for opening doors. He changed the order of the words, and even the accent of the words. After a long while, he threw his staff on the ground and sat in silence.
They all looked at him sadly. What had they come all this way for? To be stopped by a riddle? They all sat down and began to ponder the riddle.
Dorgan took his turn at spells. He muttered a few spells Galuf had missed, and then he too sat and buried his face in his hands.
Suddenly there came a raspy laugh. Their heads whipped around as they saw Auron, leaning on his sword with laughter. They glared at him angrily, but he continued to laugh, until finally he managed to choke back his laughter enough to speak. "Simple! Incredibly simple, as most riddles are when you solve them. And to think that the answer is the only elvish word I know!" He stepped to the wall and held his sword to it. "Mellon!" The wall faded before their eyes and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Tifa looked at him questioningly. "What's that mean?"
Auron smiled. "Friend! That is the elvish word for friend! The inscription is not 'speak, friend, and enter', it is 'speak "friend", and enter!' It's so simple!"
Dorgan smiled at his brother's genius. "Very. I should've seen it from the start. But come! We must go!" He strode into the newly opened door. The path led down a flight of steps. Then another. As they turned the corner after these steps, they found another wall with runes. Dorgan would have run face first into it had he not been sucked directly through, without warning.
He found himself in a dark room. He suddenly felt Talon shouting, and gave way to him. As his eyes flickered to green, Talon became aware of himself and his surroundings. He was in a large, circular stone room. He was in complete darkness, but did not dare to move or speak, for he remembered Leviathan's words well.
Suddenly a single beam of light came from above. It illuminated the threshold of a set of stairs set in the room, and on the threshold stood a tall man that reminded Talon much of Galuf, but without the beard, and of more muscular build. He was clad in a deep blue cloak, with a crown upon his head, and a sword at his side in a sheath bearing many runes.
Leviathan's words struck his mind. Talon closed his eyes as he recalled the whole of it, then shouted, "Judge me. I am pure of heart and have no sin. I am he born from the mouth of a dragon, and I shall claim vengeance itself from these forges and strike down the source of all evil!"
The man turned around and looked at him with a dark glare and a smile. He scanned Talon up and down. "Yes, indeed. Dorgan's son, there is no need for formalities. Leviathan informed you incorrectly. By all means, invite in your allies, and speak at will!"
Talon bowed low, ignoring Dorgan's urges to yield. "Thank you. May I have your name, Master?"
The man gave a harsh laugh. "Me? Master? Surely you did not hear me. There is no need for formalities! You may call me Tycoon, for I am King Tycoon, the Rebel of Dawn. I fought 3000 years ago with your father, Zeza, Galuf, and Kelgar, and died 30 years later while subduing the power of Exdeath to protect my daughters, Galuf, and your brother, Burtz. I struck into their hearts the power of rebellion, causing the fall of Exdeath by the Four Warriors of Dawn."
He laughed. "But I am rambling on! I must let your friends in, and learn of all of them."
He waved a single finger at the door, which shattered the wall by force, not by spell. Talon had little time to awe at this, for at that moment two things happened in quick succession. First, Dorgan forced his way into his body. Dorgan's red eyes stung with tears as he suddenly found himself and Galuf embracing Tycoon like a brother.
Tycoon laughed as he embraced them in possibly the most painful hug either had ever received. When both backed off, Dorgan was weeping openly out of joy, and Galuf was smiling. Tycoon looked at Dorgan.
"So. You have taken residence inside your son's body upon your untimely second death." He chuckled. "Very smart of you. For now I can restore you to your own body!"
He waved both of his hands and a light appeared under Dorgan. His eyes flashed to green, and Talon stumbled backward out of the light. Remaining in the light was a dark red light. Talon clutched at his chest; his heart felt empty without his father in it.
The light around his father's grew and grew, until it seemed like there was a white column sitting there in the middle of the room. Suddenly, there was a great flash, and when it cleared, Talon gasped; his father stood there, with long brown hair and a small tuft of hair on his chin. His clothes were worn traveler's clothes, but he wore a brown cloak over them. At his waist lay the sword Talon had seen clashing with Leif 10 years ago…the flame of the west, Anduril.
As Dorgan's first act of true life, he turned to Talon and smiled. Talon was too taken aback by his father's kingly image to smile back. Dorgan turned to Galuf and threw him a wink, which Galuf returned. Then he turned to Tycoon, and bowed. "Thank you, King Tycoon! I am in your debt once again!"
Tycoon shook his head. "Nay, you paid your debt far beyond full when you saved me from that beast in the Void, that accursed Zeromus." He then turned to the awestruck group. "Behold! For you now lay eyes upon Dorgan, the greatest of the Warriors of Light, and a master in all forms of physical combat! His spell of choosing is Flare, a most devastating spell, and the most effective when combining to form the great Delta Attack!"
Dorgan smiled. "You do not give yourself liberty, Tycoon. You know quite well that your Ultima is required for the Delta Attack, and is by far the most powerful."
Cid approached. "What is this I hear about the Delta Attack, and the Legendary Spells and all this?"
Dorgan laughed. "Do you feel involved, now that you yourself hold one? I suggest you look at the back of your hand!"
Cid ripped off the glove on his right hand to reveal the rune that had appeared on the Holy tablet, and gasped. Dorgan flashed his hand to reveal another rune, which must have stood for Flare. And King Tycoon held up both of his hands, to reveal a rune on either.
He shook his left hand. "This spell is mine. It is the most devastating spell, Ultima. But this…" he shook his right hand. "This is Quake, which has returned to its original keep, for its keeper is dead. Alas!" he said to Dorgan. "It is true, Zeza has died, again. He was killed by his own spell, but in doing so he destroyed half of Leif's army and base of headquarters. He was a great warrior, until the very end."
Dorgan bowed his head. "Indeed he was. And I swear upon Anduril that I shall avenge him." He drew his blade, which glittered in the light, and slid it across his arm. A fine cut formed there, which bled little, but marked Dorgan's promise to himself. "Should I fail, may my blood boil in last anger, and annihilate all around me." He sheathed his sword.
With that statement came total silence. At last, Tycoon, who spoke hesitantly, broke the silence. "Well, I suppose you'll want to know what the purpose of coming to this place was." He sat down on a chair that only now came into the light. "It is simple: I am to give each of you a gift. Not necessarily a physical gift, but a gift." He sighed.
"First, you, Cid Highwind." Cid strode forward. "To you, I grant two things. First, this! Behold!" from behind his seat, he drew a long white lance. "The Holy Lance! You will never find a more powerful weapon. And second to you, Cid, I give you the blessing of the spell Holy; you shall now be able to use it indefinitely through your lance!" Cid, looking thoroughly pleased, backed into a corner and began to admire the lance.
"Next, I must call upon Cloud Strife." Cloud strode forward, tapping his fingers impatiently upon the hilt of his sword. "First, I give to you, nay, to your Espers, indefinite magical power. Your Espers' magic will be more powerful, and they should be able to use it for a longer time. Second, I give you this." He opened his hand to reveal a bright red ball, Esper Ifrit. "It came into my possession when Wayne died. I pass it to you. Third, I grant you a new Limit Break, Big Bang. Use it well, for it will use much energy." Cloud, disappointed that he did not get a new weapon but happy nonetheless, retreated to Cid's side.
"Barda Highcliff! I knew your father well, though he was not much of a warrior; nay, he was more of a tactician. And so to you, Barda, I give you first your father's agility and speed. But alas! That is not all I grant you. I grant you also Excalibur, the Great Sword. Upon it there lies an enchantment of the spell Ultima; but it will use much time, and energy! Use it extremely scarecely!" Barda leaped backwards, performing a number of flips, before landing perfectly and leaning against the wall to admire his new sword.
"Tifa Lockhart!" he never got to speak any more.
Tifa approached and took off her knuckles. "I destroyed them attacking the Giant. Either you give me new weapons, or I'll have to fight with my bare fists."
Tycoon laughed. "Yes, indeed! You are quite lively. I suppose that's one of the reason's you and Dorgan's son are attacted to each other. Now then," he spoke up over the protests of Talon and Tifa. "To you I do indeed give a weapon…Kaiser Knuckles! With these you not only have great attack power and indestructible weapons, but also they are enchanted with the spell Bio! Anything you attack will be slowly annihilated from the inside." Tifa smiled at her new fists and backed away.
"Talon Vernarn. Talon, Talon, Talon…you do not know it, but I am your godfather." Talon jumped in surprise. "Yes, it is true. And that is my first gift; I give you the strength of my love." Talon's heart filled once again, as if his father were they're again, and he felt indescribably strong. "And I believe you thought that it was unfair that I gave Barda the Great Sword?" Talon nodded, glaring at Barda, who gave him a toothy grin. "Well, all is well. For to you I give you this: The Ultimate Sword, Ragnarok!" He unsheathed the sword at his belt and handed the hilt to Talon. Talon managed to hold it in midair for a moment before it fell to the ground out of his hand.
"I cannot lift it!" he shouted angrily. Barda was laughing at him, but fell silent at a glare.
"All is well!" Tycoon said. "Give me the holy blade; it is indeed safe to give it to me. You cannot wield the Holy sword and the Ultimate Sword at once." Talon unsheathed the holy blade and handed it to him. He sheathed it perfectly into his own sheath. Talon then grabbed the hilt of Ragnarok and, with some effort, lifted it off the ground with one hand. Tycoon spoke again. "You will need to use two hands now, Talon, but you will find the effect devastating." Talon lifted the sword with both hands and sheathed it.
"That is not all I give to you, Talon." Talon looked up hopefully. In the corner, Barda muttered something about godparents being too nice. "I have given you some of me to fill your heart and soul; and now I give you the rest of me. I shall become an Esper of your using. The Esper Odin!"
Dorgan now charged forward and grabbed his wrist. "No! Tycoon, you mustn't! Fight with us as a human, not an Esper –"
"SILENCE!" Dorgan's mouth snapped shut. "I am much more powerful as an Esper. Should you summon me, I should annihilate everything in my path in one blow." He turned to the darkness. "Come, Enduril!" A black horse came galloping up from the darkness, and Tycoon mounted it.
"First, I shall get us up onto the surface." He waved his arm and the room vanished. Suddenly, the darkness seemed to shatter, and they were at the mouth of the cave again. "And now, I give you one last word of advice before I become your eternal slave for carnage. My advice is to look to your feet. Goodbye, Dorgan!" The horse leapt and rolled in midair. It rolled smaller, and Tycoon rolled with it. Soon it was one black blur, which grew into an incredibly small size and settled into Talon's hand, etched with white light.
Following his orders, Cid immediately looked down. He gasped as he found they were standing on a large deposit of a strange purple gem. "Everyone get off it! It's Adamantium!" He thrust his spear into the ground on the edge and, using it as a lever, hoisted the gigantic rock out of the ground. He then picked it up with ease and motioned for everyone to follow him as he charged off to the ship to make repairs.
Barda, with his newfound speed, easily passed him, and began circling him while running. Talon lagged behind under the weight of his new sword. Dorgan stayed behind with him, silent, watching Tifa, Cloud, and Galuf do their best to keep up with the two faster fighters.
"So, we have gone from eleven to seven. What ill fate…but we easily make up for it with our new power! We shall annihilate Leif as soon as we have collected all the legendary spells."
Talon glanced at him. "Why wait until then? It may take forever."
"True. But when combined with proper timing, the five spells create the Delta Attack, which will either destroy or imprison him. I do not know. And Odin could do a good amount of damage as well." His eyes filled with tears. "Alas! Why did King Tycoon have to do such a thing? Indeed he is mighty, but he does not understand any language…he cannot speak! Alas for all of us!"
Talon rolled his eyes. "Dad, can you try to advance ten years? Alas indeed." He smirked at his father. "Let's go help Cid with the repairs! Cmon, I'll race you!" With that, he dashed off to the ship, Ragnarok leaning on his shoulder.
Chapter 11
All hell broke loose. At least a hundred white beams shot in all directions out of Cid's fingertip. They circled the Giant as Cid laughed triumphantly in the background. They began going in smaller and smaller circles, and as they made contact with the Giant itself, it roared in agony. The beams formed a ball, which closed up on the Giant until it disappeared completely. An awed silence fell upon the room, broken occasionally by a moan of pain from Cloud or a chuckle from Cid.
Cid was feeling very good with himself. He had not only acquired the spell Holy, but he had singlehandedly annihilated the second most feared creature on the planet. After an extensive time spent in letting the party members heal, he finally stood up, being the strongest there for the moment, and leaped. As he came down, he hurled a bright blue ball from his hand…and Leviathan appeared.
With a few swishes of his tail, he healed them all in turn. Once they had stood up and gathered themselves, he smiled at Talon. "Well done. You figured the riddle. But I cannot stay here, for I shall be consumed with evil! Farewell!" and with that he vanished into the floor.
The group gathered at the end of the room, feeling much better due to Leviathan's healing. They approached the newly opened door near where Leif had originally leaned against the wall. Talon passed through it first.
After the first corner he turned, he found yet another wall with runes. But as Talon studied it, he noticed they were different. He allowed Dorgan to take over. Once again, Talon's face became serious as the eyes flickered to red. He gazed at the runes, muttering in some foreign tongue. When he looked up, he looked confused. "This is odd. It's elvish, the language of the elves. Its writings make no sense, though."
Galuf nodded grimly. "Yes, I can read it too, though I know little elvish. It says 'Speak, friend, and enter.' What could it mean?"
Dorgan smiled. "Isn't it obvious? It's a riddle, one of the elvish riddles of yore. We must find what it means, and quickly!"
Galuf stepped to the wall and put his staff against it, and began to mutter every incantation spell he had ever known for opening doors. He changed the order of the words, and even the accent of the words. After a long while, he threw his staff on the ground and sat in silence.
They all looked at him sadly. What had they come all this way for? To be stopped by a riddle? They all sat down and began to ponder the riddle.
Dorgan took his turn at spells. He muttered a few spells Galuf had missed, and then he too sat and buried his face in his hands.
Suddenly there came a raspy laugh. Their heads whipped around as they saw Auron, leaning on his sword with laughter. They glared at him angrily, but he continued to laugh, until finally he managed to choke back his laughter enough to speak. "Simple! Incredibly simple, as most riddles are when you solve them. And to think that the answer is the only elvish word I know!" He stepped to the wall and held his sword to it. "Mellon!" The wall faded before their eyes and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Tifa looked at him questioningly. "What's that mean?"
Auron smiled. "Friend! That is the elvish word for friend! The inscription is not 'speak, friend, and enter', it is 'speak "friend", and enter!' It's so simple!"
Dorgan smiled at his brother's genius. "Very. I should've seen it from the start. But come! We must go!" He strode into the newly opened door. The path led down a flight of steps. Then another. As they turned the corner after these steps, they found another wall with runes. Dorgan would have run face first into it had he not been sucked directly through, without warning.
He found himself in a dark room. He suddenly felt Talon shouting, and gave way to him. As his eyes flickered to green, Talon became aware of himself and his surroundings. He was in a large, circular stone room. He was in complete darkness, but did not dare to move or speak, for he remembered Leviathan's words well.
Suddenly a single beam of light came from above. It illuminated the threshold of a set of stairs set in the room, and on the threshold stood a tall man that reminded Talon much of Galuf, but without the beard, and of more muscular build. He was clad in a deep blue cloak, with a crown upon his head, and a sword at his side in a sheath bearing many runes.
Leviathan's words struck his mind. Talon closed his eyes as he recalled the whole of it, then shouted, "Judge me. I am pure of heart and have no sin. I am he born from the mouth of a dragon, and I shall claim vengeance itself from these forges and strike down the source of all evil!"
The man turned around and looked at him with a dark glare and a smile. He scanned Talon up and down. "Yes, indeed. Dorgan's son, there is no need for formalities. Leviathan informed you incorrectly. By all means, invite in your allies, and speak at will!"
Talon bowed low, ignoring Dorgan's urges to yield. "Thank you. May I have your name, Master?"
The man gave a harsh laugh. "Me? Master? Surely you did not hear me. There is no need for formalities! You may call me Tycoon, for I am King Tycoon, the Rebel of Dawn. I fought 3000 years ago with your father, Zeza, Galuf, and Kelgar, and died 30 years later while subduing the power of Exdeath to protect my daughters, Galuf, and your brother, Burtz. I struck into their hearts the power of rebellion, causing the fall of Exdeath by the Four Warriors of Dawn."
He laughed. "But I am rambling on! I must let your friends in, and learn of all of them."
He waved a single finger at the door, which shattered the wall by force, not by spell. Talon had little time to awe at this, for at that moment two things happened in quick succession. First, Dorgan forced his way into his body. Dorgan's red eyes stung with tears as he suddenly found himself and Galuf embracing Tycoon like a brother.
Tycoon laughed as he embraced them in possibly the most painful hug either had ever received. When both backed off, Dorgan was weeping openly out of joy, and Galuf was smiling. Tycoon looked at Dorgan.
"So. You have taken residence inside your son's body upon your untimely second death." He chuckled. "Very smart of you. For now I can restore you to your own body!"
He waved both of his hands and a light appeared under Dorgan. His eyes flashed to green, and Talon stumbled backward out of the light. Remaining in the light was a dark red light. Talon clutched at his chest; his heart felt empty without his father in it.
The light around his father's grew and grew, until it seemed like there was a white column sitting there in the middle of the room. Suddenly, there was a great flash, and when it cleared, Talon gasped; his father stood there, with long brown hair and a small tuft of hair on his chin. His clothes were worn traveler's clothes, but he wore a brown cloak over them. At his waist lay the sword Talon had seen clashing with Leif 10 years ago…the flame of the west, Anduril.
As Dorgan's first act of true life, he turned to Talon and smiled. Talon was too taken aback by his father's kingly image to smile back. Dorgan turned to Galuf and threw him a wink, which Galuf returned. Then he turned to Tycoon, and bowed. "Thank you, King Tycoon! I am in your debt once again!"
Tycoon shook his head. "Nay, you paid your debt far beyond full when you saved me from that beast in the Void, that accursed Zeromus." He then turned to the awestruck group. "Behold! For you now lay eyes upon Dorgan, the greatest of the Warriors of Light, and a master in all forms of physical combat! His spell of choosing is Flare, a most devastating spell, and the most effective when combining to form the great Delta Attack!"
Dorgan smiled. "You do not give yourself liberty, Tycoon. You know quite well that your Ultima is required for the Delta Attack, and is by far the most powerful."
Cid approached. "What is this I hear about the Delta Attack, and the Legendary Spells and all this?"
Dorgan laughed. "Do you feel involved, now that you yourself hold one? I suggest you look at the back of your hand!"
Cid ripped off the glove on his right hand to reveal the rune that had appeared on the Holy tablet, and gasped. Dorgan flashed his hand to reveal another rune, which must have stood for Flare. And King Tycoon held up both of his hands, to reveal a rune on either.
He shook his left hand. "This spell is mine. It is the most devastating spell, Ultima. But this…" he shook his right hand. "This is Quake, which has returned to its original keep, for its keeper is dead. Alas!" he said to Dorgan. "It is true, Zeza has died, again. He was killed by his own spell, but in doing so he destroyed half of Leif's army and base of headquarters. He was a great warrior, until the very end."
Dorgan bowed his head. "Indeed he was. And I swear upon Anduril that I shall avenge him." He drew his blade, which glittered in the light, and slid it across his arm. A fine cut formed there, which bled little, but marked Dorgan's promise to himself. "Should I fail, may my blood boil in last anger, and annihilate all around me." He sheathed his sword.
With that statement came total silence. At last, Tycoon, who spoke hesitantly, broke the silence. "Well, I suppose you'll want to know what the purpose of coming to this place was." He sat down on a chair that only now came into the light. "It is simple: I am to give each of you a gift. Not necessarily a physical gift, but a gift." He sighed.
"First, you, Cid Highwind." Cid strode forward. "To you, I grant two things. First, this! Behold!" from behind his seat, he drew a long white lance. "The Holy Lance! You will never find a more powerful weapon. And second to you, Cid, I give you the blessing of the spell Holy; you shall now be able to use it indefinitely through your lance!" Cid, looking thoroughly pleased, backed into a corner and began to admire the lance.
"Next, I must call upon Cloud Strife." Cloud strode forward, tapping his fingers impatiently upon the hilt of his sword. "First, I give to you, nay, to your Espers, indefinite magical power. Your Espers' magic will be more powerful, and they should be able to use it for a longer time. Second, I give you this." He opened his hand to reveal a bright red ball, Esper Ifrit. "It came into my possession when Wayne died. I pass it to you. Third, I grant you a new Limit Break, Big Bang. Use it well, for it will use much energy." Cloud, disappointed that he did not get a new weapon but happy nonetheless, retreated to Cid's side.
"Barda Highcliff! I knew your father well, though he was not much of a warrior; nay, he was more of a tactician. And so to you, Barda, I give you first your father's agility and speed. But alas! That is not all I grant you. I grant you also Excalibur, the Great Sword. Upon it there lies an enchantment of the spell Ultima; but it will use much time, and energy! Use it extremely scarecely!" Barda leaped backwards, performing a number of flips, before landing perfectly and leaning against the wall to admire his new sword.
"Tifa Lockhart!" he never got to speak any more.
Tifa approached and took off her knuckles. "I destroyed them attacking the Giant. Either you give me new weapons, or I'll have to fight with my bare fists."
Tycoon laughed. "Yes, indeed! You are quite lively. I suppose that's one of the reason's you and Dorgan's son are attacted to each other. Now then," he spoke up over the protests of Talon and Tifa. "To you I do indeed give a weapon…Kaiser Knuckles! With these you not only have great attack power and indestructible weapons, but also they are enchanted with the spell Bio! Anything you attack will be slowly annihilated from the inside." Tifa smiled at her new fists and backed away.
"Talon Vernarn. Talon, Talon, Talon…you do not know it, but I am your godfather." Talon jumped in surprise. "Yes, it is true. And that is my first gift; I give you the strength of my love." Talon's heart filled once again, as if his father were they're again, and he felt indescribably strong. "And I believe you thought that it was unfair that I gave Barda the Great Sword?" Talon nodded, glaring at Barda, who gave him a toothy grin. "Well, all is well. For to you I give you this: The Ultimate Sword, Ragnarok!" He unsheathed the sword at his belt and handed the hilt to Talon. Talon managed to hold it in midair for a moment before it fell to the ground out of his hand.
"I cannot lift it!" he shouted angrily. Barda was laughing at him, but fell silent at a glare.
"All is well!" Tycoon said. "Give me the holy blade; it is indeed safe to give it to me. You cannot wield the Holy sword and the Ultimate Sword at once." Talon unsheathed the holy blade and handed it to him. He sheathed it perfectly into his own sheath. Talon then grabbed the hilt of Ragnarok and, with some effort, lifted it off the ground with one hand. Tycoon spoke again. "You will need to use two hands now, Talon, but you will find the effect devastating." Talon lifted the sword with both hands and sheathed it.
"That is not all I give to you, Talon." Talon looked up hopefully. In the corner, Barda muttered something about godparents being too nice. "I have given you some of me to fill your heart and soul; and now I give you the rest of me. I shall become an Esper of your using. The Esper Odin!"
Dorgan now charged forward and grabbed his wrist. "No! Tycoon, you mustn't! Fight with us as a human, not an Esper –"
"SILENCE!" Dorgan's mouth snapped shut. "I am much more powerful as an Esper. Should you summon me, I should annihilate everything in my path in one blow." He turned to the darkness. "Come, Enduril!" A black horse came galloping up from the darkness, and Tycoon mounted it.
"First, I shall get us up onto the surface." He waved his arm and the room vanished. Suddenly, the darkness seemed to shatter, and they were at the mouth of the cave again. "And now, I give you one last word of advice before I become your eternal slave for carnage. My advice is to look to your feet. Goodbye, Dorgan!" The horse leapt and rolled in midair. It rolled smaller, and Tycoon rolled with it. Soon it was one black blur, which grew into an incredibly small size and settled into Talon's hand, etched with white light.
Following his orders, Cid immediately looked down. He gasped as he found they were standing on a large deposit of a strange purple gem. "Everyone get off it! It's Adamantium!" He thrust his spear into the ground on the edge and, using it as a lever, hoisted the gigantic rock out of the ground. He then picked it up with ease and motioned for everyone to follow him as he charged off to the ship to make repairs.
Barda, with his newfound speed, easily passed him, and began circling him while running. Talon lagged behind under the weight of his new sword. Dorgan stayed behind with him, silent, watching Tifa, Cloud, and Galuf do their best to keep up with the two faster fighters.
"So, we have gone from eleven to seven. What ill fate…but we easily make up for it with our new power! We shall annihilate Leif as soon as we have collected all the legendary spells."
Talon glanced at him. "Why wait until then? It may take forever."
"True. But when combined with proper timing, the five spells create the Delta Attack, which will either destroy or imprison him. I do not know. And Odin could do a good amount of damage as well." His eyes filled with tears. "Alas! Why did King Tycoon have to do such a thing? Indeed he is mighty, but he does not understand any language…he cannot speak! Alas for all of us!"
Talon rolled his eyes. "Dad, can you try to advance ten years? Alas indeed." He smirked at his father. "Let's go help Cid with the repairs! Cmon, I'll race you!" With that, he dashed off to the ship, Ragnarok leaning on his shoulder.