Chapter 8
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Most (if not all) of the characters appearing within this story are not my own, but rather, are creations of the brilliant minds within Square Soft/Square Enix. I make no claim over these characters.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
...-Indicate Monster Speech
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Cyril City, Marche's room
"What the...your left red eye was given to you by your dad in a vision?"
Mustadio asked as he peered carefully at Marche's left eye, which was indeed a dark crimson color, the same color of the old Ramza's eyes.
"Yeah...I wouldn't worry to much about it though, since I can keep it hidden by switching back to my normal blue eyes."
Marche said, as he closed his left eye, where upon opening it, it retained it's usual azure color. Mustadio was impressed to say the least. Cloud and Worker No. 8 watched passively while staying in the corners of the room. Marche turned to them.
"Let's wake everyone up. Today's the start of a whole new mission."
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Erruto Sands Desert, Canyon like area
"Wow, this mission seems like a lot of fun!"
Rooty said as he read this mission brief. The whole clan decided to go. Marche turned to the rest of them.
"We should almost be there..."
Marche said before a loud howling sounded around the canyon. Everyone was on their guard.
"What the heck was that?"
Marche asked as he stared around, trying to locate the sound, but the noise simply bounced off the cliffs that surrounded them. Celine, who had the best sense of hearing, was the only one to pick out where it came from.
"It sounds like a Coeurl, and it's coming from up there!"
She pointed to the cliff that stuck out from the rest the most, and sure enough. a large wolf like creature looked down at them. Marche narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the beast.
"It's injured..."
He said softly. The large Coeurl jumped all the way down to the sandy ground below, upon touching down it showed a noticeable limp in it's hind leg and it's fur was coated with wounds, as if it was escaping a hunt.
"That's the beast were suppose to take down?"
Cloud asked in a low voice. Everyone had come in order to save innocent people from being hurt by the monster life that was threatening them, but it seemed someone else had done the job for them.
"Someone with a lot of skill must have hurt that thing..."
Celine commented as the Coeurl slowly made it's way towards them, baring it's teeth to appear more threatening to the clan even though it really had very little strength left. Marche was at a loss on what to do. His thoughts were completely interrupted as the Coeurl was blown away by a burst of white flame. The blast was so close that Marche was sent back into his other clan members.
"Hey...that purple dragon...?"
Mustadio began as he stared towards the violet scaled dragon that made it's way towards the clan. Riding on top of it was a man with combed back blonde hair and garbed in holy knight armor.
"Seems like that's the last of them, Reis."
The man said as he patted the dragon's neck affectionately, before turning to the Ruglia Clan.
"I see that I have stumbled on a clan. If your here to take out the monster's terrorizing innocent people in these parts, then you are to late. I, Beowulf, have already taken care of them."
He peered closely at Marche.
"I know you, aren't you..."
Before he could say anything else Marche interrupted.
"I'm Marche, the leader of this clan."
Beowulf smiled.
"I see, the famous Marche of the Ruglia Clan, yes? Unfortunately, I was a traveling hunter passing nearby when the people living in these parts asked for my help in getting rid of all the monsters in the area."
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Erruto Sands Desert, Camp site
"It has been a while, you guys. Nice to see you again"
Beowulf said to Marche , Mustadio and Cloud. He was one of the old comrades that fought alongside Ramza so long ago. They stayed in a separate tent from the rest of Marche's clan for the sake of secrecy. A young woman with long blonde hair and a simple traveling dress stepped into the tent, sitting besides Beowulf. The woman was Reis, Beowulf's wife, who used secret powers to turn herself into a dragon. She also help Ramza.
"So you two are simply hunters now, then? Your not a part of a clan?"
Marche asked Beowulf, who simply shook his head.
"Yeah. I don't think I have all the qualities and tolerance to lead a clan in a world where even the battlefield is ruled by laws. I'm still amazed that we'd all meet up like this. Have any others come by?"
"Only Agrias and Meliadoul have also shown up in this Ivalice besides Mustadio, Cloud and Worker No. 8."
Marche said. Beowulf nodded grimly.
"Do you know anything about the recent insanity and anger that monsters have been showing around lately?"
Mustadio asked Beowulf, who shrugged.
"This is only a rumor, so it may not be true. There is a Crystal theory out there in the world."
Marche raised an eyebrow questionably.
"A Crystal theory?"
He asked. Reis finally spoke up.
"Yes. Rumor around here have it that there are crystals of immense power scattered within the world of Ivalice. The theory states that the crystals influence trigger many odd reactions within both the plant life and animal life. The number of crystals out there is unknown, but we've heard that the crystals also have the power to open dimensional gateways."
She finished. Marche tapped his chin in thought.
"The power to open up a dimensional gateway, huh?"
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Cyril City, Marche and Montblanc's table
"Kupo. It's to bad those hunters got the monsters before we could, right, Marche?"
Montblanc said as he stared out at the setting sun from his window as it began to disappear from view. Marche nodded.
"True, but I wouldn't feel comfortable lying to the bar keep and saying we actually did take out the monsters. Oh well, I'm sure more missions will be coming our way, anyway, right?"
Montblanc nodded at Marche's words, though the Moogle still kept his gaze on the window. Marche stared at Montblanc a bit nervously.
"Can I ask you something, Montblanc?"
"Kupo?"
"You see...I was wondering if you know anything about the Crystals of this world."
"Crystals? Yes, I've heard about them, kupo. They are magical relics that were created by the Randell family in ancient times. No one really knows if that is true, however, and even I'm a bit skeptical. All I know is from what my Moogle family have written down in their ancient texts. I've heard they hold enough power to influence the world and can even...wait, kupo...you know about them being able to open dimensional gateways that lead to other worlds, don't you, Marche?"
Marche nodded at Montblanc's correct assumption.
"You want to search for those crystals and find a way home, right, kupo?"
"Yes, Montblanc. That's what I'm hoping for."
"I see. Well, all of us said we'd help you find a way home and so we shall, kupo."
Montblanc said reassuringly. Marche nodded. He had a feeling it would take a while to locate all the crystals, so it might give him a chance to still find Doned as well as settle things with Ramza's ancient rival, Delita.
'Still...I wonder what I do with the crystals once I find them...'
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Yulei River, base of river flow
"Worker No.8, do you detect the ring anywhere?"
Marche asked as he looked the river bank.
"No signs of it yet, master."
The steel giant said as scouted the area. Marche sighed.
"Damn. You think that rink traveled all the way down the river by now?"
He said to Montblanc who was flying over the water, trying to see if he could get a better view.
"It is possible, kupo. Still we should keep searching. The woman who posted up this mission brief will pay pretty good money for the clan that retrieves her lost wedding ring which she dropped in this river, kupo."
Further down the stream, Celine whistled to get the entire clan's attention.
"Hey, I found the ring!"
She yelled excitedly as she held the shiny object above her head. Marche nodded.
"Good work, Celine. Let's..."
Before Marche could finish, a low hissing sound could be made out in the distance.
"Looks like were going to have a battle on our hands."
Cloud said quietly before drawing out his Buster Sword. The entire clan was surrounded by half snake like creatures.
"Oh no! Lamias, kupo!"
Montblanc said fearfully as he saw the Lamias slither closer to the clan's vicinity. Marche gritted his teeth.
"No time, just take them down, everyone."
Marche ordered as he defended the tail whip of the one closest to him, before countering with a fast spin that allowed him to strike the Lamia in the back of the head, sending it flying into the river. Cloud rushed towards the Lamia heading in his direction, before impaling it in the mid section with his sword, before slashing upwards, cutting it in half from the waist up effortlessly, making blood spray from its corpse. Worker No. 8 blasted more of the Lamias away with it's laser weaponry. The on coming Lamias halted their approach, leaving the clan members poised and ready for battle. Marche looked at all of them as they just stood there.
"What's going on?"
"Maybe their afraid of us?"
Rooty offered as he kept his eye moving for any sign of movement from the Lamias. Montblanc shook his head.
"I doubt it. They are waiting for something..."
Amongst the crowd of Lamias came a larger, red scaled one. Marche gripped his sword tighter in his hands.
"Is that their leader?"
Marche asked. Montblanc nodded.
"Yeah, that's a Lilith. She's far more superior to normal Lamias, kupo."
"It looks like she wants to say something...?"
"But what, kupo?"
Marche sighed. He had learn to speak the monster tongue in his old life, but there was no such creature like the half woman-half snake Lamia back then, so he was unsure whether he should try to communicate with the Lilith. Hedges came forward.
"I have an extensive knowledge of the monster tongue. Let me try and speak with her."
He approached the Lilith carefully, before bowing respectfully, and speaking with a bunch of slithers in his voice.
I wish to know why your kind has attacked us.
The Lilith looked down at the Nu Mou carefully.
Forgive my youngest. She is easily threatened when man draws his sword. Unfortunately, that caped one has killed one of my own. Give him to us and you and the rest may go quietly. This is all I ask...
Hold on. Before I consult with my leader, tell me why your kind has come here in the first place.
Is that what you wish to know? Fine, I see no harm in telling you. This river has shown strange signs as of late. Once in a while, the river seems to go from straight to crooked. I have only heard rumors, so I came to see for myself.
I see...well, please hold on.
Hedges turned to Marche.
"Marche, these Lamias are here to see some sort of anomaly in the river's flow. They were not here to attack us. However, because Cloud has killed one of them, the Lamias want his life in exchange for us to go quietly."
Marche's eyes widened at the remark.
"Have Cloud go with them...but..."
Cloud shook his head, before stepping forward.
"It's alright. I can easily escape. Go ahead and return that ring."
Cloud said in a quiet tone. Marche looked at him before nodding and turned back to Hedges.
"Tell them we will abide by what they say."
Hedges nodded before he turned back to the Lilith.
It is done, you may have the caped one.
Very well, leave us then.
The Lilith said to Hedges. Hedges got up and turned to Marche.
"Well, that's it then. We should go."
Everyone left, except for Marche, who clasped his free hand on Cloud's shoulder.
"Take it easy on them."
Marche smirked. Cloud in turn also smirked, before he gave a feral grin.
"If they don't push my limits to high, they may yet see another day."
When the rest of the Ruglia clan left, Cloud looked at the angry Lamias as they growled at him. He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"So you want to fight me, huh? A wise decision...if you want to live only a brief life."
Cloud said as he charged at the wave of Lamias, slashing through their numbers with quick sword swipes. The Lamias retaliated as they circled him, attacking him with their tails or biting him. Due to their numbers, the Lamias were very sure they could beat the one man alone in combat. Cloud, however, proved to powerful for all of them. He jumped high in the air, escaping the vicious attacks, before swinging his sword horizontally, calling forth meteors which rained down on the monsters, and exploded on impact, dwindling the Lamias numbers steadily. When Cloud touched ground, he stared at the remaining few Lamias who were not caught up in the blast. They cringed in fear of his Meteor Finish attack, and began slithering away. Cloud let them escape as he looked down and inspected the damage.
"Looks like my work here is done..."
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Cyril City, Central Street
As Marche led his clan into town, he noticed the silence all around him.
"What's going on? Where is everyone?"
Just as Marche said those words, Celine stepped forward.
"I hear women screaming..."
Just as she said, three young girl ran through the street in distraught states of mind. Before all of them ran past the clan, Marche grabbed one.
"What's going on in the city?"
"Th...th...there's float eyes all over the city terrorizing all of us. Only the girls in this town are being attacked."
Once she said that, Marche let her go as she ran out of the city. He turned to the rest of his clan.
"Let's hurry."
Marche and his clan rushed towards the center of town, seeing many float eyes chasing some of the girls around.
"Spread out and help anyone in need. I'll head for the main square."
Marche ordered as everyone dispersed to help the people who needed it.
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Cyril City, Main square
Marche rushed through the streets, striking down float eyes so the girls could escape. When he finally reached the Main square he saw the very lady who had posted the mission for her lost ring. Marche struck down the Float eye attacking her.
"Here, take your ring. I'll get the payment later, just get out of here."
Marche said quickly before she could say anything, and deposited the ring in her hand. Once she was safely out of the square, Marche looked around.
'These float eyes aren't really attacking anyone. They are just trying to do perverted acts, but that's not possible alone. Who's the one pulling the strings here?'
Marche thought as he continued to look around.
"It's not very nice to spoil a person's fun, now is it?"
Marche heard a voice say, and Marche looked up towards the roof tops to see a Nu Mou Beast Master with a violet turban and red robe on.
"So it's you who's doing all this."
"You don't even ask for my name first, huh? Oh well, I am Belve, and you, rude stranger must be the famous Marche Radiuju of the Ruglia clan."
Marche gritted his teeth as he saw ten Ahrimans fly side by side next to Belve.
"You just a perverted bastard who hides behind his Ahrimans."
Marche stated. Belve grinned.
"What, is it my problem that I find the female body so attractive? Your a guy, you must be able to understand."
"I can understand, but it's you who has to understand that most women don't like peeping toms like yourself. The female body is more than just an object of..."
"Oh please, you bore me, Marche. Ahrimans, stare him to death."
With a snap of his fingers, the Ahrimans took to the sky as they circled around Marche, their eye glowing red. Marche closed his eyes and brought up his Defender to cover his eyes as well. While some Ahrimans stared, others attacked Marche physically from behind by pouncing on his unprotected side. Others slipped through Marche's defense as they struck him repeatedly in the stomach, trying to force him also to open his eyes.
'Damn, as long as they stare at me, I'm a sitting duck...wait...staring...That's it!'
As Marche thought that, he suddenly felt himself being lifted up in the air by the force of the Ahrimans' relentless attacks. Marche then felt his head slammed by an Ahriman over him that sent him back first into the ground, also causing him to lose his sword in the process. However, Marche kept his eyes closed, as he waited for the Ahrimans to come closer towards him. Marche then opened up his left eye as it turned red, staring back at the Ahrimans' single eye. Once the Ahrimans' eyes were focused on Marche's red one, they could not turn away, and soon were engulfed by a fire that seemed to come from within them.
"What are you doing to my Ahrimans?!"
Belve asked as he fell to his knees and covered his eyes. His army of Ahrimans kept dying from an internal flame set off by staring at Marche's left eye. Once all of the Ahrimans were dead, Marche restored his red eye back to blue, before turning his head towards the roof tops were Belve still kneeled.
"It's too bad it had to come to this. I didn't want to use the Implode Eye technique, but what alternative did you give me?"
Marche said, wiping his face of blood that trickled from his nose and mouth. Belve got up slowly, and uncovered his eyes.
"I'm impressed. You had the perfect counter for taking on so many of them by yourself...you can't be a normal human...what are you?"
Belve asked weakly. He already knew he lost, and sent a mental signal for any Float Eyes within the city to retreat to the wilderness. Marche sighed.
"All I am is human. Now, why not give up quietly, Belve?"
"Sorry, but I can't oblige with you, Marche. Jail is not my idea of fun, so I'll be making a hasty retreat. Farewell."
With those last words said, Belve was soon picked up by five Ahrimans who swooped in behind him, flying him out of the city. Marche stared at the disappearing silhouette of Belve and his Ahrimans in the night sky.
"Marche, kupo, are you alright?"
Marche turned to see the rest of his clan behind him. He smiled.
"Everything's all been taken care of here, Montblanc. We should get the people back into town now."
As if on cue, the people all came flooding into the central square. Cloud came in last.
"No need, Marche. There all right here."
Cloud said as he joined the rest of the clan, giving Marche's sword back to him. Marche turned to the city's residents.
"Well everyone, you can all go back home now and get some sleep."
After Marche said that, the entire crowd began applauding his clan's valiant deed. Marche scratched the back of his head in confusion, having never gotten so much recognition and attention from people in any of the lives he lived, and was unsure how to proceed. Most of his clan basked in the attention, except himself and Cloud, who simply looked bored because he was so used to these things.
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Cyril City, Marche and Montblanc's table
"You looked very confused last night, kupo."
"Nah, just not used to so much attention, I guess."
Marche said as he stared out the window.
"I've got us another mission, Marche, kupo. This one's a bit different compared to the previous ones we've been given, kupo."
Montblanc said. Marche turned his eyes towards Montblanc.
"How so?"
"Well, kupo, this is a multi clan mission. A rogue clan of bandits have been giving a bad name to many clans out there, and are raiding towns and stealing gil from weaker clans."
"Oh, I heard about that. I wasn't aware that they had come this close that it would force all the clans to join in."
"Where to pitch in and round up the groups that have been around here. So what are you going to do, Marche, kupo?"
"I see no problem in helping out. Let's get going, Montblanc."
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Outside of Cyril City, Road to Geeza Plains
Marche, Rooty, Hedges, Victory and Celine walked along the road silently. Ruglia Clan, along with so many others were working together to round up the renegade clan of bandits. Marche decided to leave Montblanc, Mustadio, Worker No.8 and Cloud behind at Cyril City should the bandits attack the town, while he and his other clan members searched the area for the bandits. It was not long before they reached Geeza Plains.
"Hold on, everyone."
Marche said simply as he looked through the plains with careful eyes. A thief came from behind one of the rocks and approached Marche slowly.
"Can't let you pass through here, friend."
The thief said with a snicker. Marche narrowed his eyes.
"Why not?"
He asked as a Banga warrior came up from another rock. The thief smirked.
"This is our territory. If you want to pass by, you got to cough up...oh, how about 3,000 gil, for now."
Marche raised an eyebrow. He saw a Viera archer and two Nu Mous, one a white mage and the other a black mage.
"For now, you say? You know, it would just be easier to finish you all off so I wouldn't have to pay that fee."
Marche declared. The thief gritted his teeth in anger.
"Fine, we tried to be fair, but if you won't give us the gil, we'll just take it from you by force."
Marche, who had his massive Defender sword hefted on his shoulder, brought it down with a clang as he got into his fighting stance.
"Engage!!"
A Judge appeared on the field.
"It's been a while since I've seen you guys. Haven't had to many dispatch battles, huh?"
He asked as he drew a red card.
"Alright, Blade weapon prohibition. No blades may be used or you'll go straight to jail once the battle is concluded. Let this engage begin."
Both Marche and the thief groaned at the law. Marche had his sword while the thief had his knife, and they could not be used unless they wanted to be transported to jail. Marche left his sword in the ground before cracking his knuckles.
"Oh well, I don't the sword for this fight anyway."
Marche said as he got into a fighting stance again. He wasn't worried about his clan members: Rooty and Celine could use their bows, Hedges could use his magic, and Victory and Marche himself could fight with their fists. The thief sheathed his knife.
"Fine, let's go!"
Marche and the thief dashed at each other, as their fists met at the same time. Marche followed up with an uppercut to the chin which sent the thief flying back from the attack. Hedges and the Nu Mou black mage kept each other at bay with magic, while Rooty and Celine fired arrows at the enemy archer, and Victory was rushing towards the white mage to keep him from using any restorative magic on his allies. Victory used his far fist attack to strike down the white mage in a single blow. The thief tackled Marche, making him fall back into the grass hard, but Marche recovered quickly as he brought up his fist and guarded the thief's punch before striking back at the thief with a knee to the stomach, knocking the wind out of the thief and making him retreat back a little.
"Damn, that hurt..."
The thief said weakly as he grasped his stomach. He looked towards his allies, only to find them already dead: the white mage had fallen first to Victory, while the archer was overwhelmed by Rooty and Celine, and the black mage's body was burned to a crisp by Hedges Firaga spell.
"Who are you guys...?"
The thief said as he backed away as the rest of Marche's clan ganged up on him.
"You picked with the wrong clan, I'm afraid. Why don't you just give up, or suffer the consequences."
Marche said in a low, deadly tone. The thief took off running, only to be shot in the leg by Celine as he fell face first on the ground, clutching his leg.
"Damn it. I have to get out of here..."
The thief said. He was already surrounded by Marche's clan. Marche kneeled down in from of him.
"Sorry, but you lose."
Marche said, before striking the thief in the back of the neck, making the thief fall into unconsciousness. Marche rose and looked at his clan.
"Good work, everyone."
The Judge rode up to Marche's side.
"Looks like it's over. Are these bandits that are part of the round up mission?"
The Judge asked. Marche nodded.
"He should have used his knife. He and the rest of his clan would have all been sent to prison anyway."
The Judge said before teleporting himself and the bodies away to Spurom Prison.
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Cyril City, Marche's Room.
"Have you heard the rumors, Ramza?"
Cloud asked as he stared at Marche. Marche nodded.
"Yeah...about the crooked river right? It's odd, someone also posted a mission about it so it would be investigated."
"What do you think? When we went there to retrieve the woman's ring, it looked perfectly straight to me."
"I agree, but where going to have to do some thorough investigating. tomorrow."
Marche said. Cloud nodded and left the room, leaving Marche to think.
'Could this be the influence of one of those Crystals...?'
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Yulei River, River bank
"It still looks straight to me..."
Marche said as he looked at the river.
"Hey Montblanc, does it look any different to you from up there?"
Marche asked as Montblanc hovered over the river.
"Sorry, Marche, nothing is different from the last time, kupo."
Marche turned to Victory and Celine, who were a little farther up stream.
"How about you two? See anything different?"
He asked. Celine and Victory both shook their heads.
"Sorry, but this river looks as normal as the last time."
Victory said. Marche sighed.
"Maybe the guy who posted the mission was dilusional...?"
Marche asked himself, before seeing the river suddenly shift into inverted colors and twist sharply.
"What...!"
Marche blinked. The river was still straight.
"Did you all see that?"
Marche asked. Montblanc flew down towards Marche.
"What just happened, kupo? The river just suddenly twisted before they went back to normal."
Worker No. 8 came up to Marche's location.
"When the river twisted, my sensors picked up a form of high level energy briefly."
Worker No. 8 said. Everyone started mumbling to themselves until Marche held up his hand to silence them.
"Let's wait and look at the river. Maybe it will happen again."
The river did indeed twist again, however now it spun into a whirlpool, dragging them in.
"What's going on...!"
Mustadio said as he sunk into the vortex, but Cloud grabbed his arm just in time.
"It's like quicksand..."
Cloud gasped as Mustadio sunk lower and lower. Cloud jabbed his sword into the ground, only to find himself sinking also.
"Damn it...!"
Cloud realized he lost his grip on Mustadio, and also found himself waist high in the swirling colors that once was a normal river. Marche looked all around to see his comrades sinking.
'I've got to do something...'
Marche thought, but realized he too was sinking, and was almost waist high. He tried to walk through the whirl but he sunk even faster.
"DAMN IT...!!"
Marche's vision went black once his entire body was submerged in the whirlpool.
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Ivalice(?), Mysterious location
"uhh..."
Marche opened his eyes slowly.
"What...? All I remember is being swallowed by the river's darkness."
Marche looked around to find himself in what looked to be an ancient ruin or temple of some sort. Marche could see a bright blue flame on a large alter, and walked up to it slowly. Within the blue flame was a crystal spinning around slowly. Marche's eyes widened.
"Is this...the Crystal? If so, then the rumors Beowulf and Reis told me were true after all."
All of a sudden the blue flame went out, leaving the room in darkness. Marche heard a slight sound and reacted quickly, jumping off the alter to the last step as he heard the scraping of a blade. Torches suddenly lit up, bathing the room with light. The blue flame around the crystal now completely covered it in a protective barrier. Marche's eyes widened in shock as he saw the largest creature in his life. It looked faintly dragon like in appearance, with sleek blue armor around it's entire body, and large golden wrist and ankle armor, and a large golden beard of some sort. Chains were attached to the wrist and ankle armor that adorned it's body.
"Ye who approaches the light of this Point of Binding...what is thy name?"
The creature asked as it's head shifted upward slightly and it opened it's golden eyes. Marche gulped.
"What are you...?"
Marche asked faintly. The creature narrowed it's eyes.
"Once again shall I beckon thee...who art thou who comes to the light of this Point of binding?"
"My name is Marche. Marche Raduju. May I inquire on your name?"
Marche said as politely as possible.
"I am known as the Divine Beast, Famfreet the Dark Cloud. I am the Guardian of those who use this power."
"The Guardian? Wait, was it you who tried to attack my in the dark? You think I'm an intruder?"
Famfreet nodded.
"I do regard thee an intruder, mortal."
Once that was said, Famfreet snapped his fingers, making bands of light appear all over the place. A Judge appeared, or rather, just the armor of a Judge and a Chocobo, although none was actually there. The rest where Ahrimans. On the wall behind Marche, all of his clan members were bound in chains, but luckily alive.
"Now mortal, choose the clan members to join your demise first hand."
Marche saw his Clan members wake up after Famfreet said those words.
"What's going on Marche, kupo?"
Montblanc asked as he saw the large Famfreet. Marche gritted his teeth.
'Damn...'
Marche could feel the power of Famfreet: It was something familiar to the spawns of Lucavi he faced in the past. The thought of that angered him greatly. He felt his spirit burn for battle, and decided to strike a deal with Famfreet that could be considered very foolish.
"Famfreet...call off your monsters and your Judge. I'll fight you alone, one on one, all I ask is that you spare my clan and send them back to where they came from."
"Wait, Marche, don't do this, kupo! You don't stand a chance, kupo!"
Montblanc yelled, but Marche ignored it. Cloud, Mustadio and Worker No. 8 did not join in with the rest who kept yelling at Marche to reconsider. Famfreet chuckled, his laughter booming off the wall.
"Is that thy desire? You are...indeed, foolish and weak, mortal."
Famfreet snapped his fingers, making the Judge and monsters disappear.
"I can oblige with that request...but thy friends will stay and witness thy humiliating death."
Famfreet crossed his massive arms and stood like an unyielding mountain. Marche found his sword and grabbed it before looking up at Famfreet. Marche cleared his face of any real emotion and stood tall against the massive Famfreet, unwilling to back down from the fight. Unknown to Famfreet, Marche's left eye turned crimson, but the bangs of his hair kept his left eye hidden from view.
"Ready whenever you are, big guy."
Marche said slowly. Famfreet gave a slight nod, before he rose his head up and roared, the sound shaking up the foundation of the room slightly.
"Time to die, mortal."
The giant beast swung out his massive arm, sending the chain attached to it straight for Marche, who crouched low as the chains cut through the structures around him. Marche then rushed up the stairs quickly as Famfreet backhanded with the same arm, however, Marche jumped on it before jumping off it so he was above Famfreet's head, and descended on the giant's head with a downward thrust. Famfreet's growled in pain as Marche rebounded off it and back onto the floor.
"BE GONE!!"
Famfreet's voice boomed as he slammed his left palm down in an attempt to crush Marche, but the sworsman proved to fast and jumped to the right side before Famfreet's hand could touch him. Debris kicked up from Famfreet's attack, knocking Marche straight in the air in surprise, where Famfreet reeled his fist back and solidly connected Marche's body with his fist, sending the young man flying into the back wall at an incredible speed. Marche flipped through the air, so that his feet hit the back wall instead of his head, and jumped off it, landing on the ground. Marche breathed a bit heavily, feeling the pain behind Famfreet's fist, but he would not bow out yet.
"You have surprised me, mortal. Your reactions are almost inhuman."
Famfreet commented. Marche took one last deep breath before charging at Famfreet.
"Shut up and fight!"
Marche yelled as he reeled his sword back, before striking the ground with great force, tearing it apart as a wave of rock and debris flew at the surprised Famfreet, who was knocked back into the Crystal Barrier, rebounding off it and falling on his face. As Famfreet lifted his head, Marche was already there, hefting up the large blade so it struck Famfreet in the throat. Famfreet coughed up blood viciously, but blocked a downward slash, before counter attacking with a chain whip that ended up around Marche's neck. Famfreet got to his feet quickly, bringing Marche up with him.
'Oh sh...'
Marche felt himself being swung around before Famfreet swung the chain downward, sending Marche into the ground on his back as debris flew everywhere.
"MARCHE!!"
Montblanc screamed as he saw Marche disappear in the dust that kicked up after he had been slammed down. Famfreet pulled the chain up, with Marche's limp body still dangling from it.
"Kupo..."
Montblanc said sadly. Marche's shirt had been torn almost completely off, and his pants had large holes in them. Famfreet brought the body closer to his face to inspect it. Large whelts and bruises covered his body and some blood dripped from Marche's face and hands, but otherwise, the damage was not what Famfreet had expected.
"These wounds are not that severe..."
Famfreet said, but his eyes opened in surprise as Marche's right eye opened.
"Don't count me out yet..."
He said weakly, before striking Famfreet with the hilt of his sword with enough force to sent the beast on his back. Once Marche was back on the ground, he impaled his sword into the ground, breaking Famfreet's chain in the process, before taking it out and facing the beast again. Famfreet got up slowly.
"That was an amazing show of strength mortal, but it's not enough."
Famfreet stood up, breathing heavily, but still able to fight. Marche growled.
"I've got no time for this..."
Marche said as Famfreet swung out his fist, almost catching Marche, but he jumped up and scaled Famfreet's arm quickly until he was behind Famfreet's head. Marche brought out a flame engulfed fist before slashing upwards against it, making the flame explode into a wave as it struck Famfreet solidly, sending the beast on it's face. Once on the ground again, Marche breathed heavily as he leaned against his sword for support.
"So I am defeated..."
Famfreet's body was heavily wounded from the attack from behind, and the beast could only lift himself up in a kneeling position.
"Tell me more about these Crystals, Famfreet."
Marche ordered.
"They are what keep this world together. We were born to protect the world with the aid of the White Ones..."
"White...Ones?"
"They excel in the mechanical arts..."
"You mean the Moogles, then...?"
Famfreet then turned Montblanc up on the wall.
"If ye so desire it...my strength shall be lended to thee..."
Famfreet faded from existence, turning to dots of light that merged with Montblanc. The chains around all of the clan members disappeared as they fell to the ground. Everyone rushed towards Marche.
"That must have been the stupidest thing you ever did, kupo!"
Montblanc fumed. Marche only smiled, but before he could say anything, a ghostly image appeared behind him. Marche turned, his face a mixture of shock and amazement as he recognized the ghostly image.
"Mewt...?"
Mewt did not respond, however, a mysterious voice called from everywhere within the temple, leaving an echo in it's wake.
"WHEN THE POINTS OF BINDING VANISH, THIS WORLD WILL DISSIPATE, AND THE OTHER WORLD SHALL APPEAR..."
Everyone looked around the room cautiously.
"Who is this? What world are you talking about? St.Ivalice?"
Marche asked but there was no response.
Note: Well, there's the eight chapter, people. Not much I can say about this chapter except that it was pretty long. Thanks again for the positive reviews and please wait for the next chapter.
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Most (if not all) of the characters appearing within this story are not my own, but rather, are creations of the brilliant minds within Square Soft/Square Enix. I make no claim over these characters.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
...-Indicate Monster Speech
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Cyril City, Marche's room
"What the...your left red eye was given to you by your dad in a vision?"
Mustadio asked as he peered carefully at Marche's left eye, which was indeed a dark crimson color, the same color of the old Ramza's eyes.
"Yeah...I wouldn't worry to much about it though, since I can keep it hidden by switching back to my normal blue eyes."
Marche said, as he closed his left eye, where upon opening it, it retained it's usual azure color. Mustadio was impressed to say the least. Cloud and Worker No. 8 watched passively while staying in the corners of the room. Marche turned to them.
"Let's wake everyone up. Today's the start of a whole new mission."
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Erruto Sands Desert, Canyon like area
"Wow, this mission seems like a lot of fun!"
Rooty said as he read this mission brief. The whole clan decided to go. Marche turned to the rest of them.
"We should almost be there..."
Marche said before a loud howling sounded around the canyon. Everyone was on their guard.
"What the heck was that?"
Marche asked as he stared around, trying to locate the sound, but the noise simply bounced off the cliffs that surrounded them. Celine, who had the best sense of hearing, was the only one to pick out where it came from.
"It sounds like a Coeurl, and it's coming from up there!"
She pointed to the cliff that stuck out from the rest the most, and sure enough. a large wolf like creature looked down at them. Marche narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the beast.
"It's injured..."
He said softly. The large Coeurl jumped all the way down to the sandy ground below, upon touching down it showed a noticeable limp in it's hind leg and it's fur was coated with wounds, as if it was escaping a hunt.
"That's the beast were suppose to take down?"
Cloud asked in a low voice. Everyone had come in order to save innocent people from being hurt by the monster life that was threatening them, but it seemed someone else had done the job for them.
"Someone with a lot of skill must have hurt that thing..."
Celine commented as the Coeurl slowly made it's way towards them, baring it's teeth to appear more threatening to the clan even though it really had very little strength left. Marche was at a loss on what to do. His thoughts were completely interrupted as the Coeurl was blown away by a burst of white flame. The blast was so close that Marche was sent back into his other clan members.
"Hey...that purple dragon...?"
Mustadio began as he stared towards the violet scaled dragon that made it's way towards the clan. Riding on top of it was a man with combed back blonde hair and garbed in holy knight armor.
"Seems like that's the last of them, Reis."
The man said as he patted the dragon's neck affectionately, before turning to the Ruglia Clan.
"I see that I have stumbled on a clan. If your here to take out the monster's terrorizing innocent people in these parts, then you are to late. I, Beowulf, have already taken care of them."
He peered closely at Marche.
"I know you, aren't you..."
Before he could say anything else Marche interrupted.
"I'm Marche, the leader of this clan."
Beowulf smiled.
"I see, the famous Marche of the Ruglia Clan, yes? Unfortunately, I was a traveling hunter passing nearby when the people living in these parts asked for my help in getting rid of all the monsters in the area."
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Erruto Sands Desert, Camp site
"It has been a while, you guys. Nice to see you again"
Beowulf said to Marche , Mustadio and Cloud. He was one of the old comrades that fought alongside Ramza so long ago. They stayed in a separate tent from the rest of Marche's clan for the sake of secrecy. A young woman with long blonde hair and a simple traveling dress stepped into the tent, sitting besides Beowulf. The woman was Reis, Beowulf's wife, who used secret powers to turn herself into a dragon. She also help Ramza.
"So you two are simply hunters now, then? Your not a part of a clan?"
Marche asked Beowulf, who simply shook his head.
"Yeah. I don't think I have all the qualities and tolerance to lead a clan in a world where even the battlefield is ruled by laws. I'm still amazed that we'd all meet up like this. Have any others come by?"
"Only Agrias and Meliadoul have also shown up in this Ivalice besides Mustadio, Cloud and Worker No. 8."
Marche said. Beowulf nodded grimly.
"Do you know anything about the recent insanity and anger that monsters have been showing around lately?"
Mustadio asked Beowulf, who shrugged.
"This is only a rumor, so it may not be true. There is a Crystal theory out there in the world."
Marche raised an eyebrow questionably.
"A Crystal theory?"
He asked. Reis finally spoke up.
"Yes. Rumor around here have it that there are crystals of immense power scattered within the world of Ivalice. The theory states that the crystals influence trigger many odd reactions within both the plant life and animal life. The number of crystals out there is unknown, but we've heard that the crystals also have the power to open dimensional gateways."
She finished. Marche tapped his chin in thought.
"The power to open up a dimensional gateway, huh?"
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Cyril City, Marche and Montblanc's table
"Kupo. It's to bad those hunters got the monsters before we could, right, Marche?"
Montblanc said as he stared out at the setting sun from his window as it began to disappear from view. Marche nodded.
"True, but I wouldn't feel comfortable lying to the bar keep and saying we actually did take out the monsters. Oh well, I'm sure more missions will be coming our way, anyway, right?"
Montblanc nodded at Marche's words, though the Moogle still kept his gaze on the window. Marche stared at Montblanc a bit nervously.
"Can I ask you something, Montblanc?"
"Kupo?"
"You see...I was wondering if you know anything about the Crystals of this world."
"Crystals? Yes, I've heard about them, kupo. They are magical relics that were created by the Randell family in ancient times. No one really knows if that is true, however, and even I'm a bit skeptical. All I know is from what my Moogle family have written down in their ancient texts. I've heard they hold enough power to influence the world and can even...wait, kupo...you know about them being able to open dimensional gateways that lead to other worlds, don't you, Marche?"
Marche nodded at Montblanc's correct assumption.
"You want to search for those crystals and find a way home, right, kupo?"
"Yes, Montblanc. That's what I'm hoping for."
"I see. Well, all of us said we'd help you find a way home and so we shall, kupo."
Montblanc said reassuringly. Marche nodded. He had a feeling it would take a while to locate all the crystals, so it might give him a chance to still find Doned as well as settle things with Ramza's ancient rival, Delita.
'Still...I wonder what I do with the crystals once I find them...'
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Yulei River, base of river flow
"Worker No.8, do you detect the ring anywhere?"
Marche asked as he looked the river bank.
"No signs of it yet, master."
The steel giant said as scouted the area. Marche sighed.
"Damn. You think that rink traveled all the way down the river by now?"
He said to Montblanc who was flying over the water, trying to see if he could get a better view.
"It is possible, kupo. Still we should keep searching. The woman who posted up this mission brief will pay pretty good money for the clan that retrieves her lost wedding ring which she dropped in this river, kupo."
Further down the stream, Celine whistled to get the entire clan's attention.
"Hey, I found the ring!"
She yelled excitedly as she held the shiny object above her head. Marche nodded.
"Good work, Celine. Let's..."
Before Marche could finish, a low hissing sound could be made out in the distance.
"Looks like were going to have a battle on our hands."
Cloud said quietly before drawing out his Buster Sword. The entire clan was surrounded by half snake like creatures.
"Oh no! Lamias, kupo!"
Montblanc said fearfully as he saw the Lamias slither closer to the clan's vicinity. Marche gritted his teeth.
"No time, just take them down, everyone."
Marche ordered as he defended the tail whip of the one closest to him, before countering with a fast spin that allowed him to strike the Lamia in the back of the head, sending it flying into the river. Cloud rushed towards the Lamia heading in his direction, before impaling it in the mid section with his sword, before slashing upwards, cutting it in half from the waist up effortlessly, making blood spray from its corpse. Worker No. 8 blasted more of the Lamias away with it's laser weaponry. The on coming Lamias halted their approach, leaving the clan members poised and ready for battle. Marche looked at all of them as they just stood there.
"What's going on?"
"Maybe their afraid of us?"
Rooty offered as he kept his eye moving for any sign of movement from the Lamias. Montblanc shook his head.
"I doubt it. They are waiting for something..."
Amongst the crowd of Lamias came a larger, red scaled one. Marche gripped his sword tighter in his hands.
"Is that their leader?"
Marche asked. Montblanc nodded.
"Yeah, that's a Lilith. She's far more superior to normal Lamias, kupo."
"It looks like she wants to say something...?"
"But what, kupo?"
Marche sighed. He had learn to speak the monster tongue in his old life, but there was no such creature like the half woman-half snake Lamia back then, so he was unsure whether he should try to communicate with the Lilith. Hedges came forward.
"I have an extensive knowledge of the monster tongue. Let me try and speak with her."
He approached the Lilith carefully, before bowing respectfully, and speaking with a bunch of slithers in his voice.
I wish to know why your kind has attacked us.
The Lilith looked down at the Nu Mou carefully.
Forgive my youngest. She is easily threatened when man draws his sword. Unfortunately, that caped one has killed one of my own. Give him to us and you and the rest may go quietly. This is all I ask...
Hold on. Before I consult with my leader, tell me why your kind has come here in the first place.
Is that what you wish to know? Fine, I see no harm in telling you. This river has shown strange signs as of late. Once in a while, the river seems to go from straight to crooked. I have only heard rumors, so I came to see for myself.
I see...well, please hold on.
Hedges turned to Marche.
"Marche, these Lamias are here to see some sort of anomaly in the river's flow. They were not here to attack us. However, because Cloud has killed one of them, the Lamias want his life in exchange for us to go quietly."
Marche's eyes widened at the remark.
"Have Cloud go with them...but..."
Cloud shook his head, before stepping forward.
"It's alright. I can easily escape. Go ahead and return that ring."
Cloud said in a quiet tone. Marche looked at him before nodding and turned back to Hedges.
"Tell them we will abide by what they say."
Hedges nodded before he turned back to the Lilith.
It is done, you may have the caped one.
Very well, leave us then.
The Lilith said to Hedges. Hedges got up and turned to Marche.
"Well, that's it then. We should go."
Everyone left, except for Marche, who clasped his free hand on Cloud's shoulder.
"Take it easy on them."
Marche smirked. Cloud in turn also smirked, before he gave a feral grin.
"If they don't push my limits to high, they may yet see another day."
When the rest of the Ruglia clan left, Cloud looked at the angry Lamias as they growled at him. He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"So you want to fight me, huh? A wise decision...if you want to live only a brief life."
Cloud said as he charged at the wave of Lamias, slashing through their numbers with quick sword swipes. The Lamias retaliated as they circled him, attacking him with their tails or biting him. Due to their numbers, the Lamias were very sure they could beat the one man alone in combat. Cloud, however, proved to powerful for all of them. He jumped high in the air, escaping the vicious attacks, before swinging his sword horizontally, calling forth meteors which rained down on the monsters, and exploded on impact, dwindling the Lamias numbers steadily. When Cloud touched ground, he stared at the remaining few Lamias who were not caught up in the blast. They cringed in fear of his Meteor Finish attack, and began slithering away. Cloud let them escape as he looked down and inspected the damage.
"Looks like my work here is done..."
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Cyril City, Central Street
As Marche led his clan into town, he noticed the silence all around him.
"What's going on? Where is everyone?"
Just as Marche said those words, Celine stepped forward.
"I hear women screaming..."
Just as she said, three young girl ran through the street in distraught states of mind. Before all of them ran past the clan, Marche grabbed one.
"What's going on in the city?"
"Th...th...there's float eyes all over the city terrorizing all of us. Only the girls in this town are being attacked."
Once she said that, Marche let her go as she ran out of the city. He turned to the rest of his clan.
"Let's hurry."
Marche and his clan rushed towards the center of town, seeing many float eyes chasing some of the girls around.
"Spread out and help anyone in need. I'll head for the main square."
Marche ordered as everyone dispersed to help the people who needed it.
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Cyril City, Main square
Marche rushed through the streets, striking down float eyes so the girls could escape. When he finally reached the Main square he saw the very lady who had posted the mission for her lost ring. Marche struck down the Float eye attacking her.
"Here, take your ring. I'll get the payment later, just get out of here."
Marche said quickly before she could say anything, and deposited the ring in her hand. Once she was safely out of the square, Marche looked around.
'These float eyes aren't really attacking anyone. They are just trying to do perverted acts, but that's not possible alone. Who's the one pulling the strings here?'
Marche thought as he continued to look around.
"It's not very nice to spoil a person's fun, now is it?"
Marche heard a voice say, and Marche looked up towards the roof tops to see a Nu Mou Beast Master with a violet turban and red robe on.
"So it's you who's doing all this."
"You don't even ask for my name first, huh? Oh well, I am Belve, and you, rude stranger must be the famous Marche Radiuju of the Ruglia clan."
Marche gritted his teeth as he saw ten Ahrimans fly side by side next to Belve.
"You just a perverted bastard who hides behind his Ahrimans."
Marche stated. Belve grinned.
"What, is it my problem that I find the female body so attractive? Your a guy, you must be able to understand."
"I can understand, but it's you who has to understand that most women don't like peeping toms like yourself. The female body is more than just an object of..."
"Oh please, you bore me, Marche. Ahrimans, stare him to death."
With a snap of his fingers, the Ahrimans took to the sky as they circled around Marche, their eye glowing red. Marche closed his eyes and brought up his Defender to cover his eyes as well. While some Ahrimans stared, others attacked Marche physically from behind by pouncing on his unprotected side. Others slipped through Marche's defense as they struck him repeatedly in the stomach, trying to force him also to open his eyes.
'Damn, as long as they stare at me, I'm a sitting duck...wait...staring...That's it!'
As Marche thought that, he suddenly felt himself being lifted up in the air by the force of the Ahrimans' relentless attacks. Marche then felt his head slammed by an Ahriman over him that sent him back first into the ground, also causing him to lose his sword in the process. However, Marche kept his eyes closed, as he waited for the Ahrimans to come closer towards him. Marche then opened up his left eye as it turned red, staring back at the Ahrimans' single eye. Once the Ahrimans' eyes were focused on Marche's red one, they could not turn away, and soon were engulfed by a fire that seemed to come from within them.
"What are you doing to my Ahrimans?!"
Belve asked as he fell to his knees and covered his eyes. His army of Ahrimans kept dying from an internal flame set off by staring at Marche's left eye. Once all of the Ahrimans were dead, Marche restored his red eye back to blue, before turning his head towards the roof tops were Belve still kneeled.
"It's too bad it had to come to this. I didn't want to use the Implode Eye technique, but what alternative did you give me?"
Marche said, wiping his face of blood that trickled from his nose and mouth. Belve got up slowly, and uncovered his eyes.
"I'm impressed. You had the perfect counter for taking on so many of them by yourself...you can't be a normal human...what are you?"
Belve asked weakly. He already knew he lost, and sent a mental signal for any Float Eyes within the city to retreat to the wilderness. Marche sighed.
"All I am is human. Now, why not give up quietly, Belve?"
"Sorry, but I can't oblige with you, Marche. Jail is not my idea of fun, so I'll be making a hasty retreat. Farewell."
With those last words said, Belve was soon picked up by five Ahrimans who swooped in behind him, flying him out of the city. Marche stared at the disappearing silhouette of Belve and his Ahrimans in the night sky.
"Marche, kupo, are you alright?"
Marche turned to see the rest of his clan behind him. He smiled.
"Everything's all been taken care of here, Montblanc. We should get the people back into town now."
As if on cue, the people all came flooding into the central square. Cloud came in last.
"No need, Marche. There all right here."
Cloud said as he joined the rest of the clan, giving Marche's sword back to him. Marche turned to the city's residents.
"Well everyone, you can all go back home now and get some sleep."
After Marche said that, the entire crowd began applauding his clan's valiant deed. Marche scratched the back of his head in confusion, having never gotten so much recognition and attention from people in any of the lives he lived, and was unsure how to proceed. Most of his clan basked in the attention, except himself and Cloud, who simply looked bored because he was so used to these things.
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Cyril City, Marche and Montblanc's table
"You looked very confused last night, kupo."
"Nah, just not used to so much attention, I guess."
Marche said as he stared out the window.
"I've got us another mission, Marche, kupo. This one's a bit different compared to the previous ones we've been given, kupo."
Montblanc said. Marche turned his eyes towards Montblanc.
"How so?"
"Well, kupo, this is a multi clan mission. A rogue clan of bandits have been giving a bad name to many clans out there, and are raiding towns and stealing gil from weaker clans."
"Oh, I heard about that. I wasn't aware that they had come this close that it would force all the clans to join in."
"Where to pitch in and round up the groups that have been around here. So what are you going to do, Marche, kupo?"
"I see no problem in helping out. Let's get going, Montblanc."
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Outside of Cyril City, Road to Geeza Plains
Marche, Rooty, Hedges, Victory and Celine walked along the road silently. Ruglia Clan, along with so many others were working together to round up the renegade clan of bandits. Marche decided to leave Montblanc, Mustadio, Worker No.8 and Cloud behind at Cyril City should the bandits attack the town, while he and his other clan members searched the area for the bandits. It was not long before they reached Geeza Plains.
"Hold on, everyone."
Marche said simply as he looked through the plains with careful eyes. A thief came from behind one of the rocks and approached Marche slowly.
"Can't let you pass through here, friend."
The thief said with a snicker. Marche narrowed his eyes.
"Why not?"
He asked as a Banga warrior came up from another rock. The thief smirked.
"This is our territory. If you want to pass by, you got to cough up...oh, how about 3,000 gil, for now."
Marche raised an eyebrow. He saw a Viera archer and two Nu Mous, one a white mage and the other a black mage.
"For now, you say? You know, it would just be easier to finish you all off so I wouldn't have to pay that fee."
Marche declared. The thief gritted his teeth in anger.
"Fine, we tried to be fair, but if you won't give us the gil, we'll just take it from you by force."
Marche, who had his massive Defender sword hefted on his shoulder, brought it down with a clang as he got into his fighting stance.
"Engage!!"
A Judge appeared on the field.
"It's been a while since I've seen you guys. Haven't had to many dispatch battles, huh?"
He asked as he drew a red card.
"Alright, Blade weapon prohibition. No blades may be used or you'll go straight to jail once the battle is concluded. Let this engage begin."
Both Marche and the thief groaned at the law. Marche had his sword while the thief had his knife, and they could not be used unless they wanted to be transported to jail. Marche left his sword in the ground before cracking his knuckles.
"Oh well, I don't the sword for this fight anyway."
Marche said as he got into a fighting stance again. He wasn't worried about his clan members: Rooty and Celine could use their bows, Hedges could use his magic, and Victory and Marche himself could fight with their fists. The thief sheathed his knife.
"Fine, let's go!"
Marche and the thief dashed at each other, as their fists met at the same time. Marche followed up with an uppercut to the chin which sent the thief flying back from the attack. Hedges and the Nu Mou black mage kept each other at bay with magic, while Rooty and Celine fired arrows at the enemy archer, and Victory was rushing towards the white mage to keep him from using any restorative magic on his allies. Victory used his far fist attack to strike down the white mage in a single blow. The thief tackled Marche, making him fall back into the grass hard, but Marche recovered quickly as he brought up his fist and guarded the thief's punch before striking back at the thief with a knee to the stomach, knocking the wind out of the thief and making him retreat back a little.
"Damn, that hurt..."
The thief said weakly as he grasped his stomach. He looked towards his allies, only to find them already dead: the white mage had fallen first to Victory, while the archer was overwhelmed by Rooty and Celine, and the black mage's body was burned to a crisp by Hedges Firaga spell.
"Who are you guys...?"
The thief said as he backed away as the rest of Marche's clan ganged up on him.
"You picked with the wrong clan, I'm afraid. Why don't you just give up, or suffer the consequences."
Marche said in a low, deadly tone. The thief took off running, only to be shot in the leg by Celine as he fell face first on the ground, clutching his leg.
"Damn it. I have to get out of here..."
The thief said. He was already surrounded by Marche's clan. Marche kneeled down in from of him.
"Sorry, but you lose."
Marche said, before striking the thief in the back of the neck, making the thief fall into unconsciousness. Marche rose and looked at his clan.
"Good work, everyone."
The Judge rode up to Marche's side.
"Looks like it's over. Are these bandits that are part of the round up mission?"
The Judge asked. Marche nodded.
"He should have used his knife. He and the rest of his clan would have all been sent to prison anyway."
The Judge said before teleporting himself and the bodies away to Spurom Prison.
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Cyril City, Marche's Room.
"Have you heard the rumors, Ramza?"
Cloud asked as he stared at Marche. Marche nodded.
"Yeah...about the crooked river right? It's odd, someone also posted a mission about it so it would be investigated."
"What do you think? When we went there to retrieve the woman's ring, it looked perfectly straight to me."
"I agree, but where going to have to do some thorough investigating. tomorrow."
Marche said. Cloud nodded and left the room, leaving Marche to think.
'Could this be the influence of one of those Crystals...?'
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Yulei River, River bank
"It still looks straight to me..."
Marche said as he looked at the river.
"Hey Montblanc, does it look any different to you from up there?"
Marche asked as Montblanc hovered over the river.
"Sorry, Marche, nothing is different from the last time, kupo."
Marche turned to Victory and Celine, who were a little farther up stream.
"How about you two? See anything different?"
He asked. Celine and Victory both shook their heads.
"Sorry, but this river looks as normal as the last time."
Victory said. Marche sighed.
"Maybe the guy who posted the mission was dilusional...?"
Marche asked himself, before seeing the river suddenly shift into inverted colors and twist sharply.
"What...!"
Marche blinked. The river was still straight.
"Did you all see that?"
Marche asked. Montblanc flew down towards Marche.
"What just happened, kupo? The river just suddenly twisted before they went back to normal."
Worker No. 8 came up to Marche's location.
"When the river twisted, my sensors picked up a form of high level energy briefly."
Worker No. 8 said. Everyone started mumbling to themselves until Marche held up his hand to silence them.
"Let's wait and look at the river. Maybe it will happen again."
The river did indeed twist again, however now it spun into a whirlpool, dragging them in.
"What's going on...!"
Mustadio said as he sunk into the vortex, but Cloud grabbed his arm just in time.
"It's like quicksand..."
Cloud gasped as Mustadio sunk lower and lower. Cloud jabbed his sword into the ground, only to find himself sinking also.
"Damn it...!"
Cloud realized he lost his grip on Mustadio, and also found himself waist high in the swirling colors that once was a normal river. Marche looked all around to see his comrades sinking.
'I've got to do something...'
Marche thought, but realized he too was sinking, and was almost waist high. He tried to walk through the whirl but he sunk even faster.
"DAMN IT...!!"
Marche's vision went black once his entire body was submerged in the whirlpool.
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Ivalice(?), Mysterious location
"uhh..."
Marche opened his eyes slowly.
"What...? All I remember is being swallowed by the river's darkness."
Marche looked around to find himself in what looked to be an ancient ruin or temple of some sort. Marche could see a bright blue flame on a large alter, and walked up to it slowly. Within the blue flame was a crystal spinning around slowly. Marche's eyes widened.
"Is this...the Crystal? If so, then the rumors Beowulf and Reis told me were true after all."
All of a sudden the blue flame went out, leaving the room in darkness. Marche heard a slight sound and reacted quickly, jumping off the alter to the last step as he heard the scraping of a blade. Torches suddenly lit up, bathing the room with light. The blue flame around the crystal now completely covered it in a protective barrier. Marche's eyes widened in shock as he saw the largest creature in his life. It looked faintly dragon like in appearance, with sleek blue armor around it's entire body, and large golden wrist and ankle armor, and a large golden beard of some sort. Chains were attached to the wrist and ankle armor that adorned it's body.
"Ye who approaches the light of this Point of Binding...what is thy name?"
The creature asked as it's head shifted upward slightly and it opened it's golden eyes. Marche gulped.
"What are you...?"
Marche asked faintly. The creature narrowed it's eyes.
"Once again shall I beckon thee...who art thou who comes to the light of this Point of binding?"
"My name is Marche. Marche Raduju. May I inquire on your name?"
Marche said as politely as possible.
"I am known as the Divine Beast, Famfreet the Dark Cloud. I am the Guardian of those who use this power."
"The Guardian? Wait, was it you who tried to attack my in the dark? You think I'm an intruder?"
Famfreet nodded.
"I do regard thee an intruder, mortal."
Once that was said, Famfreet snapped his fingers, making bands of light appear all over the place. A Judge appeared, or rather, just the armor of a Judge and a Chocobo, although none was actually there. The rest where Ahrimans. On the wall behind Marche, all of his clan members were bound in chains, but luckily alive.
"Now mortal, choose the clan members to join your demise first hand."
Marche saw his Clan members wake up after Famfreet said those words.
"What's going on Marche, kupo?"
Montblanc asked as he saw the large Famfreet. Marche gritted his teeth.
'Damn...'
Marche could feel the power of Famfreet: It was something familiar to the spawns of Lucavi he faced in the past. The thought of that angered him greatly. He felt his spirit burn for battle, and decided to strike a deal with Famfreet that could be considered very foolish.
"Famfreet...call off your monsters and your Judge. I'll fight you alone, one on one, all I ask is that you spare my clan and send them back to where they came from."
"Wait, Marche, don't do this, kupo! You don't stand a chance, kupo!"
Montblanc yelled, but Marche ignored it. Cloud, Mustadio and Worker No. 8 did not join in with the rest who kept yelling at Marche to reconsider. Famfreet chuckled, his laughter booming off the wall.
"Is that thy desire? You are...indeed, foolish and weak, mortal."
Famfreet snapped his fingers, making the Judge and monsters disappear.
"I can oblige with that request...but thy friends will stay and witness thy humiliating death."
Famfreet crossed his massive arms and stood like an unyielding mountain. Marche found his sword and grabbed it before looking up at Famfreet. Marche cleared his face of any real emotion and stood tall against the massive Famfreet, unwilling to back down from the fight. Unknown to Famfreet, Marche's left eye turned crimson, but the bangs of his hair kept his left eye hidden from view.
"Ready whenever you are, big guy."
Marche said slowly. Famfreet gave a slight nod, before he rose his head up and roared, the sound shaking up the foundation of the room slightly.
"Time to die, mortal."
The giant beast swung out his massive arm, sending the chain attached to it straight for Marche, who crouched low as the chains cut through the structures around him. Marche then rushed up the stairs quickly as Famfreet backhanded with the same arm, however, Marche jumped on it before jumping off it so he was above Famfreet's head, and descended on the giant's head with a downward thrust. Famfreet's growled in pain as Marche rebounded off it and back onto the floor.
"BE GONE!!"
Famfreet's voice boomed as he slammed his left palm down in an attempt to crush Marche, but the sworsman proved to fast and jumped to the right side before Famfreet's hand could touch him. Debris kicked up from Famfreet's attack, knocking Marche straight in the air in surprise, where Famfreet reeled his fist back and solidly connected Marche's body with his fist, sending the young man flying into the back wall at an incredible speed. Marche flipped through the air, so that his feet hit the back wall instead of his head, and jumped off it, landing on the ground. Marche breathed a bit heavily, feeling the pain behind Famfreet's fist, but he would not bow out yet.
"You have surprised me, mortal. Your reactions are almost inhuman."
Famfreet commented. Marche took one last deep breath before charging at Famfreet.
"Shut up and fight!"
Marche yelled as he reeled his sword back, before striking the ground with great force, tearing it apart as a wave of rock and debris flew at the surprised Famfreet, who was knocked back into the Crystal Barrier, rebounding off it and falling on his face. As Famfreet lifted his head, Marche was already there, hefting up the large blade so it struck Famfreet in the throat. Famfreet coughed up blood viciously, but blocked a downward slash, before counter attacking with a chain whip that ended up around Marche's neck. Famfreet got to his feet quickly, bringing Marche up with him.
'Oh sh...'
Marche felt himself being swung around before Famfreet swung the chain downward, sending Marche into the ground on his back as debris flew everywhere.
"MARCHE!!"
Montblanc screamed as he saw Marche disappear in the dust that kicked up after he had been slammed down. Famfreet pulled the chain up, with Marche's limp body still dangling from it.
"Kupo..."
Montblanc said sadly. Marche's shirt had been torn almost completely off, and his pants had large holes in them. Famfreet brought the body closer to his face to inspect it. Large whelts and bruises covered his body and some blood dripped from Marche's face and hands, but otherwise, the damage was not what Famfreet had expected.
"These wounds are not that severe..."
Famfreet said, but his eyes opened in surprise as Marche's right eye opened.
"Don't count me out yet..."
He said weakly, before striking Famfreet with the hilt of his sword with enough force to sent the beast on his back. Once Marche was back on the ground, he impaled his sword into the ground, breaking Famfreet's chain in the process, before taking it out and facing the beast again. Famfreet got up slowly.
"That was an amazing show of strength mortal, but it's not enough."
Famfreet stood up, breathing heavily, but still able to fight. Marche growled.
"I've got no time for this..."
Marche said as Famfreet swung out his fist, almost catching Marche, but he jumped up and scaled Famfreet's arm quickly until he was behind Famfreet's head. Marche brought out a flame engulfed fist before slashing upwards against it, making the flame explode into a wave as it struck Famfreet solidly, sending the beast on it's face. Once on the ground again, Marche breathed heavily as he leaned against his sword for support.
"So I am defeated..."
Famfreet's body was heavily wounded from the attack from behind, and the beast could only lift himself up in a kneeling position.
"Tell me more about these Crystals, Famfreet."
Marche ordered.
"They are what keep this world together. We were born to protect the world with the aid of the White Ones..."
"White...Ones?"
"They excel in the mechanical arts..."
"You mean the Moogles, then...?"
Famfreet then turned Montblanc up on the wall.
"If ye so desire it...my strength shall be lended to thee..."
Famfreet faded from existence, turning to dots of light that merged with Montblanc. The chains around all of the clan members disappeared as they fell to the ground. Everyone rushed towards Marche.
"That must have been the stupidest thing you ever did, kupo!"
Montblanc fumed. Marche only smiled, but before he could say anything, a ghostly image appeared behind him. Marche turned, his face a mixture of shock and amazement as he recognized the ghostly image.
"Mewt...?"
Mewt did not respond, however, a mysterious voice called from everywhere within the temple, leaving an echo in it's wake.
"WHEN THE POINTS OF BINDING VANISH, THIS WORLD WILL DISSIPATE, AND THE OTHER WORLD SHALL APPEAR..."
Everyone looked around the room cautiously.
"Who is this? What world are you talking about? St.Ivalice?"
Marche asked but there was no response.
Note: Well, there's the eight chapter, people. Not much I can say about this chapter except that it was pretty long. Thanks again for the positive reviews and please wait for the next chapter.