Chapter 2: Awakening
Garet's boots thudded gently along the cobblestones of the Ridorana Cataract. Eyes focused on the gigantic tower of the Pharos. It's top -from this distance- seemed to have been blown apart...What had happened here?
"Volur...What happened to the Pharos?" He questioned, glancing over his shoulder, eye narrowing somewhat.
"It was the Queen of Dalmasca, and her party...Two years ago, they climbed the tower, and instead of using the Sun-Cryst, our main foothold in Ivalice, they destroyed it. The resulting explosion caused the upper floors to be completely destroyed." The Occuria remained by Garet's side, crimson armor glimmering faintly in the sunlight. "A shame, for the rest of the Undying to trust those fools with so much indecision burning within them."
Garet shook his head lightly, then continued walking. They came to a square-like courtyard, a staircase moving up to the left, and another spot to the far right corner with stairs that lead down.
"Do you plan to head toward the Pharos?" Volur questioned, floating before Garet. "We do not have time for simple reminescence." The hume gave a breif sigh.
"Nay, I come to awaken an old friend...she sleeps under the Arena, the flow of mist was how she managed to keep herself asleep..." The Occuria moved to the side, whilst Garet continued taking his short walk toward the Ridorana Collesium. "I'm sure my prescence can awaken her."
Upon entering the Collesium, Garet took a moment to glance about, a frown crossing his lips. "Alright..." He then took in one deep breath, letting it all out, and taking a step toward the center of the arena. Volur remained near the edge of the Collesium, observing quietly.
Garet gently tapped his foot on the floor twice, and then the ground before him exploded violently. Garet leapt backward, the tip of his blade appearing down at the bottom of his cloak. A woman leapt from the explosion, landing where Garet had stood with grace. Her hair was blonde, in a Dalmascan shade, with pale, blue eyes. Her right arm had a multitude of scars running along it, though a peach-colored glove covered a lot of her arm, reaching a few inches past her elbow, Her shirt was a sky-blue shade, that clung to her hips, long pale pants stopping just under her ankels, revealing boots with the same peach as her gloves, heels pushing her up about an inch, making her about six feet tall.
"Kattelyn..." Garet smiled from what was visible of his lips, then moved to the left, as a fireball erupted from her palm. The flame soared toward the end of the arena, then strangely bounced off something, soaring directly up into the sky before exploding in mid-air. Kattelyn arced an eyebrow.
"What...?" She glared toward Garet. "What was that?!" The anger in her tone was so evident it was almost palpable.
Garet cleared his throat. "I would like to introduce to you, Volur..." With an odd displacement of the air beside Garet, a strange, crimson figure appeared before Garet. It's body seemed to look like armor, though a multitude of holes permeated the strange skin, and two, golden spheres stuck out of the 'head' of the strange creature. "...To Kattelyn." The female's eyebrows raised.
"An Occuria? I didn't know you worked for them."
Garet laughed gently. "More correctly, I work specifically for Volur." The Occurian moved forward slightly.
"It is a pleasure to meet someone as...Magickally apt as yourself." Kattelyn's glare focused on Garet.
"Why did you wake me up?"
"I wanted you to help me..."
"Then why..." Kattelyn pointed toward the blade tip that stuck from the bottom of his cloak, showing that he had drawn it. "...Do you still have that out?"
"You attacked first." Garet said, the tip of the blade dissapearing. There was the sound of the blade rentering it's sheath. Kattelyn took a step forward, though Garet remained silent, watching the girl carefully.
"I'l strike last, too." She then lifted her palm, and Garet smacked it down, sidestepping as the fireball soared off into the dirt not far from them, exploding and leaving a small crater.
Kattelyn stepped back, and the two then walked to the ends of the arena, turning to face one-another. "I figured you were above working for gods, Garet." Kattelyn snapped.
"I'm not called a sellsword for nothing, hun." Garet replied, glancing toward Volur. "Step to the side, just a quick second and it'l be over." The Occurian slipped back, observing wordlessly.
Kattelyn thrust both arms out beside her, fire gathering in her palms, her eyes shifting from blue to a bright orange. Garet sighed.
"Throwing it all at my already...how like you." His arm left his cloak, bearing the small firearm, pointing it toward Kattelyn. The female laughed, then threw one into the sky, the second soon following. Both fireballs merged together, and Kattelyn bent her knees, jumping high into the air, kicking the massive ball of fire down toward Garet.
Garet smirked, then aimed the firearm, firing three times. The shots pinged off the fireball, though it wavered somewhat, then fell sharply, ramming into the dirt before Garet. He jumped backward, as the fireball erupted, and Garet was enveloped by the blast. Kattelyn landed to the floor, stumbling slightly, and then straightened herself, another fireball appearing in her palm. The smoke receded, and Garet stood in the midst of it, coughing lightly. His firearm lie beside him, smoke running down it lightly.
"Your okay?" Kattelyn seemed suprised. "This is an improvement." Garet leaned down, grabbing the firearm. He fired twice, and Kattelyn threw the fireball. The bullets pinged off it, and the sphere careened off, soaring up into the sky. The resulting explosion seemed lesser compared to the usual. Garet coughed, glancing up into the sky. Kattelyn sighed.
"Your tired. Obviously I did more than I--" Garet was infront of Katt, ramming his elbow into Katt's stomach, causing her to stumble backward. He then stepped on Katt's knee, jumping up and driving a kick into her chest, knocking her to the floor. The female gasped, staring up at Garet.
"I want you to join me." He smirked. "With Volur...We will become the new gods. Two Humes, and their Occurian council." The Occurian seemed to materialize between them, and then spoke up.
"The Occuria are weak, and cannot fight and defend. We will inspire Rozarria to war, and Dalmasca will attempt to reason...They will send diplomats, whom we shall kill, under the guise of members of one of the Ruling Families..."
Garet nodded. "Rozarria, that is our first stop?"
"Nay...first, we are to visit Archades, and make your presence known to the Lord Larsa, and his guard, Basch fon Ronsenburg." The Occurian then slid behind Garet, whom smirked.
"We get to make a brilliant entrance..." Kattelyn laughed.
"Glad you joined?"
"I never said that..." Kattelyn sighed. "I'm simply going along for the ride."