Dragon's Tears
Chapter Six - Ramza and Reis
A/N: In this fic, as of this chappie, six years have passed since Ramza learned of Rin's "death". The Lion War is over, Alma and Ramza have fled Ivalice, and it is just prior to Ovelia's murder (Delita kills her out of jealousy). Bear with me, if I recieve requests, I will write a separate side story on what Rin did during the War. Thank you, and R&R!!!
Btw, to the reviewer who mistakenly said the job class was Dragoon, you are so wrong I feel sorry for you. The Dragoon class doesn't even exist in Final Fantasy Tactics, it is the Lancer Class. And anyone who had played the game properly and gotten Reis, would know that the Dragoner class is one of the most powerful. Thank you.
In a small village in a remote, northern region of Ivalice, Ramza Beoulve sat at his kitchen table and watched his new bride flit about the kitchen. Beowulf's last words had been a command to Ramza to marry Reis and take care of her. Ramza had done so, and he was happier than he had been in a very long time. Thoughts of Rin no longer had the power to reduce him to tears; he had accepted their unspoken, innocent love as a youthful infatuation, nothing more than a schoolboy crush. Reis had come to terms with Beowulf's death in a short amount of time, and the rest of the surviviors had migrated to this village. Alma had opened a small shop, selling accesories and women's armor. T.G. Cid had been elected mayor, and Malak had been seen trying to marry Rafa off to the older swordsman. Meliadoul had taken up with Mustadio, and they were talking about tying the knot. All had been going well, though tonight would be the last night of peace Ramza would enjoy for a long time.
In a sudden burst of sound and speed, Agrias threw open the door, startling them both, and gasping something about another survivor, and could Reis come translate - the only creature who knew what had happened to the deathly ill woman was a dragon. The thirty-four year old Dragoner ran from the house, brought up short by the sight of the magnificent black dragon sitting agitatedly outside the house of the healer. Ramza had run after her, meeting Alma in the street, hurrying along to follow his wife. The dragon didn't faze him, just another occupational hazard of being married to a Dragoner. As he approached the small clinic, the dragon turned its head toward him, and his shock sent him to his knees. The dragon's eyes were a beautiful shade of crystalized green that he'd never thought he would see again. He felt himself shaking, and turned to Alma to see her face lit up with absolute joy. Reis had gone into the clinic, to check on the patient and learn the dragon's name.
The woman in the tiny sterile room shocked Reis with her beauty and her illness. Her hair was as black as her dragon's scales, and she was a fully bonded Dragoner, the dragon's eyes had changed color to match hers. Reis flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and approached the young woman's bed. As she came nearer, Reis saw a purple scale amulet necklace begin glowing beneath the sheet over the girl. With sheer control alone, the girl forced her eyes open.
"You are the Dragoner...who recieved power through dragon form..." The stranger's statement caught Reis off guard.
"Yes. Who are you?" Reis was oddly stunned. This girl was born a Dragoner, she had a companion dragon who would die for her.
""I am Rin Leskaia, Sorceress and Dragoner, companion of the dragon Lynsi."
Reis gasped in utter astonishment. Rin Leskaia was an old friend of Alma's who had died before the War. Reis turned onn her heel and walked out, ignoring the indignation of the powerful girl. She went directly outside to the dragon, only to hear the black haired girl's identity confirmed. She ordered Alma to go in and help the healer, and Ramza followed his sister in a state of confusion. Inside, Alma took one look at the girl lying there, and she squealed in delight.
"Rin!!! Oh, Rin, where have you been!?" Alma ran to the bedside and stared down at her dearest friend.
"Alma....? I saw...your grave... I thought you were..." Rin's words trailed away in a fit of coughing that left her weak and sad. She had cried herself to sleep in the cemetery...five days before, only to wake up and find Delita staring down at her. She had explained briefly, and he had told her to go. He had promised to leave her search for Rammza alone, on the condition that she fight him. She had, ill as she was from a night out in the cold and wet. The injuries that she had recieved had almost killed her, but she had defeated him, and fled on Lynsi's back. Somehow, the dragon had known to bring her here, where Alma and....
"Ramza..." Rin was ashamed to hear her voice come out as such an ugly croak. He stared at her, not believing his eyes, trying desperately to understand why he didn't want to tell her about Reis. The sound of her voice was enough to bring him to her bedside. The loving, disbelieving tone of her words pulled his arms around her. Ramza held Rin and whispered his shock in her hair. Oh, God... She could be his again...what was he going to tell Reis? Why tell her anything, he had never told Rin his feelings; he was happy with Reis, life with Rin was a complete unknown, Ramza told himself. He knew it wasn't true, but he had promised Beowulf, and he would keep his promise. Rin had changed...Ramza looked at her quietly. Her hair was longer, her body slender as a dancer's and curvaceous enough to make any man dream. Her eyes were the most obviously changed though. The once soft but sad green had hardened into cold and cynical jade. She had seen death and damnation firsthand, Rin had killed as many if not more people than Ramza, and her life had not been condusive to kindness or friendship.