Meet Anima: Your Fal'cie Master

Critique welcomed. I love you people! I didn't think that an OC insertion of a game with only six playable characters could be so popular! (Amelia: As popular as she ever has been. 🌑(^_^ゞ ))

"So... This is the... fal'cie." For all of Cocoon to be so frightened of it, she really didn't see why it was so intimidating. It looked like a bunch of construction junk with satellite television service. Was this some kind of joke? It sure wasn't fucking funny. Brewing in her annoyance, Amelia wasn't even aware Snow had been talking until he said something about Serah being given a focus. She sympathized with his wish to be with her again, but begging a machine that is the reason why nearly half the population of Bohdum has been wiped out, tourists and locals alike, is just pathetic.

For once she agreed with Lightning on something. Even if this sorry-looking piece of scrap metal was a fal'cie, why would it give a damn about them? It didn't fight back when all of Bohdum was Purged nor was it fighting back in The Hanging Edge. This thing was a waste of time and effort. The whole room started to glow, and with that Amelia finally felt the intimidation and fear that hadn't been there before. There it is, she thought with her hand on her sword. Looking at the young boy and girl with pigtails, she could have sworn the girl looked sad, but definitely not scared or angry. Perhaps she was just imagining things, but she figured there was still time to run. And run she did. She was nearly out of the throne room when the Fal'cie blocked her way with that seal. She wanted to scream in utter frustration. Why in the hell can't one thing go right?! She sat in petulant fashion and watched Lightning, Sazh and Snow fight the Fal'cie, then focused her attention on the young boy and the girl with pigtails. There was a bright light and she encountered a sense of weightlessness.

"What did you do?!" Amelia yelled, but it was like her voice was not heard. There was a choir, somewhere, however the only word she understood was "Ragnarok". The sound of a chime interrupted all motion as the crystals below lit up and summoned a majestic being surrounded by church bells. Was this the real Fal'cie? Good Lord, it was huge! Whips of light surrounded her and kept her tangled as she tried to wrench free. She could only watch in horror as her companions were branded. A stream of light headed her way just as quick as her mind. I'm going to die, right here and now. A shriek tore from her throat as a searing pain encompassed her right arm. She didn't even feel the returning weightlessness, her mind too focused on a monster tearing through Cocoon like wet paper and destroying Eden.

After the vision disappeared, she remembered her friend Delilah, who also wanted to join PSICOM. She wanted to be an inquisitrix. Amelia was more ambitious, Colonel Jihl Nabaat her idol. She was doing so many tutoring hours just to even attempt Nabaat's marks that it was ridiculous. She wanted to be that awesome.

It was another lecture on PSICOM History. Anyone else would have a tape recorder in case they fell asleep, but Amelia couldn't really sleep last night. THE Jihl Nabaat was speaking and she was even getting there early! Eden must be smiling on her today!

"Excuse me, miss, but you are in my way." Amelia turned around to look at the owner of the voice and her blood ran cold. Her heart raced.

"Oh my Eden... you're Colonel Nabaat." The grin spread wide on her face and her face flushed at the realization that she was in the way. "Sorry about that, Miss Nabaat. May I talk to you for a few minutes?" With a nod, Amelia composed herself enough not to scream in delight. "My name is Amelia Bishop and I really admire your work in PSICOM. I hope to join with my best friend Delilah."

"That explains why you are here so early. You do realize class doesn't start for another half hour, right?" Looking at the clock, Amelia wanted to smack herself. How could she have been so early? "While being prompt is a good trait, you should be careful not to be too early."

"Yes, ma'am." How had it gotten so bad? Couldn't they get a little divine leniency?