A/N: Hey everyone! New here to fanfiction! Long time reader and writer,
first time submitter. I've seen a lot of stories on here that I really
liked, but now I wanna submit something! So...this is my story! I've always
liked Edgar and Terra coupling, but...I wanted to do something different.
All characters and places belong to Square-Enix.
The Darkness of the Tide
Chapter One
Pounding. There was no other sound that echoed more in her head than that constant pounding. It never ceased. It always increased. Pounding, harder and harder. It was as if there was someone banging on the walls of her head. Pounding. She clasped her hands over her ears hoping and praying the pounding would stop. Yet, it never did. Pounding. When she opened her eyes, the pounding came out from her mind and into the world around her. The walls throbbed towards her. The floors shook with a heavy hand. She sunk into the bed, pulling the thick blankets over her head. She closed her eyes; hoping and praying the pounding would stop. Pounding.
She sat up and shook her head, the green curls falling down in front of her face. She blinked a few times, letting a few drops of crystalline tears to fall out. Today marked the six-month anniversary of the defeat of Kefka. Yet, the continuing pounding still mocked her. Many people believed that it was an after effect from her loss of magic.
Terra had begun to believe that. There was no other way to explain it. She pulled the blankets closer to her as she had begun to lie down once more. She let out one soft sigh. Every night, it took her hours to go to bed solely because of that pounding. She had no one to stay in her room and help prevent the pounding from continuing on.
She stared up at the wood ceiling, knowing that there was to be nothing to come of it. Here she lay, in the middle of a ghost town, with no one around. She stifled a sigh. Katarin and Duane had left, hoping to bring their child to a better town, naming the newly built Central Figaro, which lay a few hundred miles from South Figaro. Many of the kids had run off with them. Without the help of the only other adults, many other kids had run off to the veldt and became thieves.
It was during these nights that Terra had realized what the world was coming to. 'Edgar had declared this the New World.' She let out a sigh. 'New World? The World before this was the New World. This...this world here? This is the World of Ruin.' She sat up some more, and pulled the blankets around her. There was no way she could sleep. She released the blankets and slipped out of bed, pushing her feet into her lilac slippers. She walked a few feet to the wall adjacent to her bed and grabbed the lilac robe hanging from it. She placed it on and tied the belt.
She walked gracefully down the roundabout stairs. She let her fingers brush the aged books that lie on the shelf. She walked into the kitchen and placed the teakettle on the wood stove. She opened the door and noted there was no wood. "Damn," she mumbled in a mumbled voice. She walked over to the other side of the kitchen and picked up three pieces of wood, placed them in the stove, and lit a stick from the lantern hanging from the ceiling. She placed the stick in the stove and shut the door.
She walked out into the living room and curled up on the couch. From under the stairs, a muffled yawn emerged. Terra whistled softly and out came an all black dog. "Come here, you bum," she mumbled. The dog trotted towards the couch and sat right in front of her. "Good boy."
She patted Interceptor on the head. After Kefka's Tower had fallen, she took Interceptor under her wing. His owner was dead and there was no one else to take care of him. The little company he gave was all she needed at this point. She scratched him behind the ears and his head cocked towards her head.
Abruptly, there was a knock on the door. Terra stood up and walked wistfully towards the door. Interceptor was already there by the time she got there. The chains on the door allowed her to open the door far enough where she could see. Interceptor stood there, growling menacingly.
"Terra! Let me in! It's pouring out here!"
She shut the door and pulled the chain off. Again, she opened the door, only to see the one man she ever wanted to see. He walked in and shook himself off like a dog. "Hey!" she let out, holding up her hands in defense.
"It's coming down pretty hard!" he said as he removed the jacket. "Brought someone along with me, this time!"
She strolled back to the couch and sat down. Whoever it was could just leave her alone. The first man removed his hat, revealing tufted brown hair held in place by a matted bandana. He removed his shoes and jumped down on the couch.
The next man to walk in had a long black, hooded cape which he quickly tore off and threw out on the porch. "Good evening, Terra!"
"Hello, Setzer. Hello, Locke," she mumbled out. She pulled her legs up to her chest and inhaled the scent of the rain. Setzer quickly shut the door and pulled off his boots. "How was treasure hunting, boys?"
The two smiled. "Have we got a present for you!" Locke stood up and pulled a heavy book out of his pack. He placed it on the coffee table and allowed Interceptor to sniff it. "Found it in the Ancient Castle."
Terra picked it up and opened up the first page. It was a complete different language. "Interesting."
Although Mobliz had by now turned into a ghost town, Locke would visit her every other night. She never knew why, but she did enjoy it. She also enjoyed the fact that Celes was out of the page. Celes had decided to go and govern the southern continent, Locke left. He enjoyed his freedom too much to settle down and become a politician. Terra yearned for Locke, but knew there was never to be anything of it. Even when Locke did come, he stayed for a few moments and left again. Terra was used to the solitary life.
She looked at Setzer. How could one man, in six months, change so quickly? He had cut his hair dramatically. He no longer had the long flowing mane, but now it was short, silver, and spiky. His scars were now fully apparent, and yet charming at the same time. He didn't wear the long cloak, rather a short jacket and relaxed pants. "Won't you sit?" she asked, trying to be hospitable.
He nodded his head and pulled the wicker chair from across the room and towards the coffee table. "Can you decipher it?" Setzer asked. Locke had changed him into as much a thief as he was.
She opened the pages and looked at one of the passages. "I'm not sure." Locke would always give her all the books he collected. She had, by this time, read every single one twice over. She had taught herself ancient languages and even the Magi War. "It looks a lot like Neraphic, but it's completely different." She paused and looked at the two. "It may take a while."
Locke stretched out on the couch. "Mobliz looks like it needs some help in reparations. Got anything better to do, Setzer?"
He shrugged. "The Falcon took on some heavy hits in this storm. I think I better give it a few days to rest."
Terra's face lit up with a passion. "Really?" she said, her voice exciting and upbeat, just as it used to.
Locke smiled. "Sure. Plus, we cleaned out that old castle and there's not many places to travel now."
The Darkness of the Tide
Chapter One
Pounding. There was no other sound that echoed more in her head than that constant pounding. It never ceased. It always increased. Pounding, harder and harder. It was as if there was someone banging on the walls of her head. Pounding. She clasped her hands over her ears hoping and praying the pounding would stop. Yet, it never did. Pounding. When she opened her eyes, the pounding came out from her mind and into the world around her. The walls throbbed towards her. The floors shook with a heavy hand. She sunk into the bed, pulling the thick blankets over her head. She closed her eyes; hoping and praying the pounding would stop. Pounding.
She sat up and shook her head, the green curls falling down in front of her face. She blinked a few times, letting a few drops of crystalline tears to fall out. Today marked the six-month anniversary of the defeat of Kefka. Yet, the continuing pounding still mocked her. Many people believed that it was an after effect from her loss of magic.
Terra had begun to believe that. There was no other way to explain it. She pulled the blankets closer to her as she had begun to lie down once more. She let out one soft sigh. Every night, it took her hours to go to bed solely because of that pounding. She had no one to stay in her room and help prevent the pounding from continuing on.
She stared up at the wood ceiling, knowing that there was to be nothing to come of it. Here she lay, in the middle of a ghost town, with no one around. She stifled a sigh. Katarin and Duane had left, hoping to bring their child to a better town, naming the newly built Central Figaro, which lay a few hundred miles from South Figaro. Many of the kids had run off with them. Without the help of the only other adults, many other kids had run off to the veldt and became thieves.
It was during these nights that Terra had realized what the world was coming to. 'Edgar had declared this the New World.' She let out a sigh. 'New World? The World before this was the New World. This...this world here? This is the World of Ruin.' She sat up some more, and pulled the blankets around her. There was no way she could sleep. She released the blankets and slipped out of bed, pushing her feet into her lilac slippers. She walked a few feet to the wall adjacent to her bed and grabbed the lilac robe hanging from it. She placed it on and tied the belt.
She walked gracefully down the roundabout stairs. She let her fingers brush the aged books that lie on the shelf. She walked into the kitchen and placed the teakettle on the wood stove. She opened the door and noted there was no wood. "Damn," she mumbled in a mumbled voice. She walked over to the other side of the kitchen and picked up three pieces of wood, placed them in the stove, and lit a stick from the lantern hanging from the ceiling. She placed the stick in the stove and shut the door.
She walked out into the living room and curled up on the couch. From under the stairs, a muffled yawn emerged. Terra whistled softly and out came an all black dog. "Come here, you bum," she mumbled. The dog trotted towards the couch and sat right in front of her. "Good boy."
She patted Interceptor on the head. After Kefka's Tower had fallen, she took Interceptor under her wing. His owner was dead and there was no one else to take care of him. The little company he gave was all she needed at this point. She scratched him behind the ears and his head cocked towards her head.
Abruptly, there was a knock on the door. Terra stood up and walked wistfully towards the door. Interceptor was already there by the time she got there. The chains on the door allowed her to open the door far enough where she could see. Interceptor stood there, growling menacingly.
"Terra! Let me in! It's pouring out here!"
She shut the door and pulled the chain off. Again, she opened the door, only to see the one man she ever wanted to see. He walked in and shook himself off like a dog. "Hey!" she let out, holding up her hands in defense.
"It's coming down pretty hard!" he said as he removed the jacket. "Brought someone along with me, this time!"
She strolled back to the couch and sat down. Whoever it was could just leave her alone. The first man removed his hat, revealing tufted brown hair held in place by a matted bandana. He removed his shoes and jumped down on the couch.
The next man to walk in had a long black, hooded cape which he quickly tore off and threw out on the porch. "Good evening, Terra!"
"Hello, Setzer. Hello, Locke," she mumbled out. She pulled her legs up to her chest and inhaled the scent of the rain. Setzer quickly shut the door and pulled off his boots. "How was treasure hunting, boys?"
The two smiled. "Have we got a present for you!" Locke stood up and pulled a heavy book out of his pack. He placed it on the coffee table and allowed Interceptor to sniff it. "Found it in the Ancient Castle."
Terra picked it up and opened up the first page. It was a complete different language. "Interesting."
Although Mobliz had by now turned into a ghost town, Locke would visit her every other night. She never knew why, but she did enjoy it. She also enjoyed the fact that Celes was out of the page. Celes had decided to go and govern the southern continent, Locke left. He enjoyed his freedom too much to settle down and become a politician. Terra yearned for Locke, but knew there was never to be anything of it. Even when Locke did come, he stayed for a few moments and left again. Terra was used to the solitary life.
She looked at Setzer. How could one man, in six months, change so quickly? He had cut his hair dramatically. He no longer had the long flowing mane, but now it was short, silver, and spiky. His scars were now fully apparent, and yet charming at the same time. He didn't wear the long cloak, rather a short jacket and relaxed pants. "Won't you sit?" she asked, trying to be hospitable.
He nodded his head and pulled the wicker chair from across the room and towards the coffee table. "Can you decipher it?" Setzer asked. Locke had changed him into as much a thief as he was.
She opened the pages and looked at one of the passages. "I'm not sure." Locke would always give her all the books he collected. She had, by this time, read every single one twice over. She had taught herself ancient languages and even the Magi War. "It looks a lot like Neraphic, but it's completely different." She paused and looked at the two. "It may take a while."
Locke stretched out on the couch. "Mobliz looks like it needs some help in reparations. Got anything better to do, Setzer?"
He shrugged. "The Falcon took on some heavy hits in this storm. I think I better give it a few days to rest."
Terra's face lit up with a passion. "Really?" she said, her voice exciting and upbeat, just as it used to.
Locke smiled. "Sure. Plus, we cleaned out that old castle and there's not many places to travel now."
