Misplaced Writings
An FFT Fanfic
I seriously don't want to place any long, drawn-out disclaimers, so I'll say my piece here. Final Fantasy Tactics, the copyrighted character names, and almost everything in here basically is the sole property of Square (Squaresoft in America). I will have a few of my own characters throughout the stories, but for the most part, you will know which ones are mine. Okay, my piece is done. Please read & review!
This is my second chapter of poems. I hope that using this format, my poems and stuff won't be stuck so far in the back of the FFT story listing!
Please read, review, and enjoy!
Contents:
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1) A Crimson Dream (????) (Custom Char)
2) My Special Someone (Alma/????) (Alma)
3) Tears of Jade (Meliadoul) (Meliadoul)
4) The Destined Two (Ramza/????) (Alma)
5) A Fallen Angel (Ramza/Miluda) (Ramza)
A Crimson Dream
(A poem from Charene's diary)
Last night, I dreamt a dream.
It is not unlike my dreams of late.
I do not feel scared by these dreams…
Rather, they intrigue me…
As my interests have changed,
So have my desires, and my dreams.
And tonight, I wish to tell you about that dream.
Perhaps you can tell me the meaning of it all.
A young male knight ran through the woods.
He looked about frantically, as if searching for something.
I did not understand the running,
Nor do I remember much of what I saw.
Rather, I began to pay attention again as he slowed.
A young female knight lay against the roots of a tree.
And then, as if a sudden understanding hit me,
Information flooded me, telling me what he was doing.
They had both been deserters from the armies of Ivalice.
He from the Nanten, and she from the Hokuten.
How they met, I do not know…but one thing is clear.
They loved each other, and ran away together.
This was to be their meeting spot, their rendezvous.
The place where they would start a new life together.
But something was desperately wrong.
The crimson of blood dripped from armor.
They were wounded, probably while deserting.
He still had part of an arrow shaft in his arm.
Blood spilled from his arm once,
And his tunic was still stained with the mark of a wound.
The other, however, was worse off.
Smiling weakly as he approached,
She held a cloth to her chest,
A cloth soaked in the crimson of blood.
As he knelt gently by her side,
He pulled something from his pack.
Unwrapping it, he poured fluid onto another cloth,
And replaced the one at her chest.
His efforts seemed to be in vain,
For it was clear to me that she would die.
Too poor to afford a Phoenix Down,
The man sat by his friend, and watched her rest.
Her eyes, so full of pain and despair,
Told me more than I ever wanted to know.
She knew she wouldn't live long…
Yet she smiled…one so loving and warm.
"I'm sorry…it wasn't supposed to be like this."
"Of course not…but we both knew the risks…"
"Still…it was my mistake…and you were hurt because of that."
"I'm glad you came back…and that's all that matters now."
Crimson liquid flows from the wound at her chest.
The wound has opened again, and death looms nearby.
Her tired eyes look to her wound, and then to him,
And as blood flows from her mouth, she falls into his arms.
The dream ends abruptly here, as I am wakened.
I jolt upward in my bed, shivering from the cold outside.
My head is pounding, the details fresh in my eyes.
The slight reddish glare in my vision troubles me.
I don't know what to think…my mind is warping.
I shouldn't be feeling apathy toward the couple.
My heart is hardening…and it scares me.
Is this heartlessness part of a soldier's fate?
No…it is probably me. I am shunning my emotions.
The very emotions which let me know love…
They have betrayed me, and they now slice at my heart.
Like that girl, I bleed crimson, but in a place no one can see.
Someone help me…please. My heart will not live much longer.
And when it dies, I will cease to be the person you all know.
My Special Someone
(A poem from Alma's diary)
As I gaze up at the stars tonight,
I think of a special someone.
Of course, anyone who knows me knows him too,
But that doesn't really matter.
He loves me, and I love him.
What more could I ask for?
He is the one who I can talk to when I feel scared.
He is the one whose visage keeps me warm at night.
True, we don't always see eye-to-eye…
But I expected some friction between us,
For we are unique in ourselves, after all.
Even the closest of couples have their arguments.
I don't think I really thought about it this way until now…
But I'm really glad that I was able to meet him…
A humble soldier from Lesalia, and the sister of the "heretic…"
Who would have ever thought we'd ever be together?
Tonight, I think of all the lonely souls…
Those who have not found their "special one."
It makes a part of my heart tingle, and I feel strange.
It hurts…the pain is dull, but it still stings.
I hope everyone gets to find that special someone.
Everyone deserves that chance…
Because I wouldn't want to go on without him.
And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one thinking this.
War hardens our hearts, and tempers our minds.
They shut out a part of our souls that makes us human.
It scares me to think that when my love fights,
He will end the dreams and hopes of another…
But at the end of all of this, I'll go home…
He will be home from guard duty, waiting at the door.
I try to forget that there is a war happening in the world,
And I go inside, to be with my special someone tonight.
Tears of Jade
(A poem from Meliadoul's diary)
A world of jade…
The color which I have always liked.
My cloak, a deep forest green,
My sword, with beautiful emeralds in its hilt,
My room, with the olive curtains and bedspread…
It's a color which defines who I am.
A jaded world…
A color which has come to dominate my thoughts.
My cloak wears my jaded past.
My jaded sword, full of hate and cynicism,
My room, the home of all that I knew…
All have turned against me, my life, my faith…
And so what became of one such as I?
With no one to run to, no one to seek for comfort…
I hardened my heart to the world as it had done to me…
Only to find more unhappiness…
Maybe existence is the eternal Hell I feared so…
But I am a fallen one…and such is the color I wear.
My world is jade, and is jaded.
As am I, with my jaded form…
Everything about me reeks of pessimism and hate.
I wish I could change…
I wish he could change me…
And allow me to be a child…
The child I never had the chance to be…
Or to make me into a lady…no, a woman.
And save me from this jade prison I have trapped myself within.
The Destined Ones
(A poem from Alma's diary)
As I sit here by the campfire,
Two shadows glide past me.
It is too dark to see their faces…
But I think I know who they are.
The one on the left is probably Ramza.
I would recognize his silhouette anywhere.
The other, I cannot discern.
It is a girl, from what I can see…
The long hair, color indistinguishable…
The flowing dress…something that few wear here…
And the silver barrette…sparkling in the moonlight.
But who could it be? I have no clue.
And I have not the time to tell,
As they disappear into the trees quickly.
I wonder what thoughts my brother has…
His malicious little mind…no, I am kidding.
But still…why alone, and in the dark?
I wait in my blankets, awaiting their return.
I hear nothing, and before they return,
I drift off to sleep.
A rustle of leaves woke me then,
And what I saw shocked me.
Although I had to fake my sleep,
I tried my best to identify the mystery girl.
They sat across from me, talking…
Of what, I could not specifically hear.
Her voice, gentle and soothing,
Almost motherly…if that is the right description,
One I didn't remember hearing in our squad before.
And then he kissed her.
My brother kissing…yuck…
And yet I can't get the image out of my head.
Which is why I write to you now, my diary.
Tell me, if you can…who that mystery girl is.
Because I'm his little sister, and I have to know…
A Fallen Angel
(A poem from Ramza's journal)
Last night I dreamt of an angel…
A most beautiful creature,
Robed in glowing silk, gilded with gold.
A rare gem, a misplaced jewel…
But as I moved closer to it,
I saw something I never noticed before.
Its left wing had been torn off,
And it was crying openly, if silently.
Its face looked so familiar…
Ah, yes, I remember now…
She once was a brave knight,
Whom we fought with to the death.
Although her body and garb changed,
I would never forget the face of that maiden.
The one we killed so long ago…
Wiegraf's sister, Miluda…
As she cried there, I wanted to comfort her,
I tried to offer a comforting hand…
And saw that her arms, too, were gone.
As were her legs, although I failed to notice earlier.
She was a dismembered corpse…no.
She was a severed soul.
And I watched, to my horror,
As that angel fell to the hard earth,
Blood pouring from her limbless form.
She looked at me, eyes full of sadness,
And although she could not speak,
I understood perfectly what she wanted to say.
"Why couldn't we coexist…?"
That question plagues me even now.
Years later…I still don't have an answer.
I wish I could tell you, Miluda…
War continues even now, in Ivalice…
And I remember, you asked me…
Not as a knight, or as a noble,
But as a human being…a maiden,
On the verge of death, if we could be friends.
And I regret that the only thing I can give you now,
Is the very thing I could not share with you in life.
Let's be friends…if not now, in another life.
Let's not fight…and live happily together…
Let's coexist in this place…
And regardless of who we are,
You, a fallen angel, who died upon a battlefield years ago…
Me, a knight who has strayed from the path of faith…
At least here, in our dreams, we can be together.
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