Welcome! I'm Yelogon, and this is my Fanfiction, Reigns of Fate. I do hope that you'v been enjoying reading my work as much as I'v been writing it. I finished Final Fantasy XII about a month ago, and over my time doing hunts and exploring randomly, the idea decided to smash into my head. What if the Occuria decided to try and take back? And what if their Savior turned into a similar Cid? Of course, I can't say for Kattelyn, who knows what she's got planned, eh? Either way, thank you very much for reading this far, and I do hope you enjoy this next chapter in my story!
Chapter III: Making an entrance.
The night fell over Archades like a soothing, warm blanket. Lights all over the Empiral Capital slowly dimming as her denizen's fell to slumber. Larsa Solidor, Emperor of Archades watched them in silence, deep in thought...The newly formed Senate was pushing for more and more power, and Larsa could not stand it any longer. His brother's previous uprisal had all but driven the new Senate to have no desire for an Emperor...The thought brought a scowl to his lips. Metal clanged behind him, showing entrance of his faithful bodyguard, Judge 'Gabranth'.
"My lord, you seem troubled." The Judge Magister began, whilst Larsa gave a gentle nod, staring into the night.
"The new Senate is applying more and more pressure with every passing day." The young leader sighed gently. "I'm not sure if I must note this before them, or take much diffrent action..."
"My lord, I have news..." The Emperor turned slightly, brow raising slowly.
"Ye-" Booom!!
Fire erupted from one of the buildings, igniting the night sky and causing a palpable sense of panic to force the gentle blanket of night from Archades. Screams echoed from the streets, and the sound of fire crackled loudly in the midst.
Booooom!!! Another building, not far from the previous, began to erupt, this time with four explosions. Each in rapid sucession. People gasped and questioned one-another what was happening, and down below, in the midst of Archades, the army found their target. A fireball in each palm, she descended upon the soldiers, releasing the energy upon them. Thus the battle on the streets ensued with a violent blaze of death that was now lighting the sky in the color of blood.
Meanwhile, far from the battle on the streets,another battle was beginning to occur within the Capital Building of Arachades, a short, swift battle, but a harsh one, none the less.
Garet bolted through the corridor, eyes focusing ahead of him, his cloak blowing backward as he did so, revealing the tip of his blade to be by his side, the steel flashing under the lighting of the building. The Hume immediatley took a right at the end of the hall, emerald eye narrowing upon a guard standing before an elevator. The Imperial drew his blade.
"Halt!" He managed, stepping forth before Garet. The Hume came to a halt, eyeing the Imperial with slight interest. The nameless guard pointed the blade toward Garet. He was a threat. "Who are you?!" Garet's visible half of his lips formed a smirk. He then drew the steel shortsword from out of his cloak, slicing at the guard. The Imperial stepped back, parrying and moving for the Hume.
Garet smirked, then moved even closer, driving his blade into the Imperial's armor, the guard giving off a choked cry. The Hume then sighed, tearing the blade from the foolish Imperial's chest. "I am a god." He awnsered, once the guard collapsed to the ground.With that, he moved into the elevator, idly tapping on a few of the console's controls. The mechanism coughed and sputtered to life, and with a loud, metal hum, Garet was on his way to the top floor, and to Larsa Solidor...
Basch had been trained to be calm. He was always calm, never showing more emotion than needed. But that did not mean he couldn't feel something was wrong. Something, something very small, pulled at the back of his brain, telling him, warning him that something was seriously wrong with this picture. Larsa stared over at the fire, confusion written across his young features. The young leader was obviously panicing. He'd never had to deal with his country under attack before. He was in a minor state of shock, a sort of 'No, this isn't happening' stage that would occur shortly before the realization slapped him back. Basch turned quickly, headed for the elevator. Perhaps he could try to get a hold on what happened, discover the cause of these sudden explosions, and who was behind them. The sound of the elevator's loud humming suprised the Judge Magister, a rare thing indeed.
The device came to a halt, and a cloaked person stood in it, instead of an Imperial Soldier. The Judge Magister reached for his blades. His brown cloak covered his body, a hand sticking from the cloak, and holding a newly bloodstained sword. The left side of his face was exposed, for his cloak's hood only seemed to cover the right side of his face, revealing a dark green eye, a thin white scar on his cheek, and a few brown locks of hair extending just above his eye.
"Good evening, Judge Magister Gabranth." He stated, stepping forward and pointed the blade toward Basch. "It's a pleasure, I'm Garet Solivantes."
Garet allowed himself to enjoy this moment. He was to fight the famed Basch Fon Ronsenburg. His body began to burn with anticipation, and his eye narrowed on Basch. The Judge Magister gave a nod, not bothering to reach for his helmet on the table.
"Indeed." He spoke. "It is a pleasure. Might you be the cause of the sudden explosions?" His brown optics narrowed.
"Nay, that's my partner." Garet countered, "Not to worry, she'l be gone about the time I leave." The two Humes stood in silence for what seemed like a long time. Neither moved. Garet's clutch on his blade stayed the same, and Basch simply grasped the hilts of the his brother's blades. Out of respect, Garet was going to refer to him as the Judge Magister. It was a grand title, only awarded to the best. The two breathed deeply, and Basch made the first move.
The Judge Magister moved toward Garet quickly, drawing both blades, and slicing horizontally with both blades, spinning himself in the process. Garet's blade clanged agaisnt the first swing, parrying it effictivley, whereas the second blade slammed into the shortsword. Garet found himself sliding. Basch was pushing him, by the sheer strength both blades pushed out on him. The Hume then pushed with all his strength, and forced Basch to step back, sparks beginning slide from the quivering blades of the two. Garet felt his energy dwindle as he continued to push, the Judge Magister doing the same with just as much strength. The two glared intensely, sparks soaring into the air wildly. The Judge Magister was gaining ground, slowly shoving his opponent toward the edge of the building...as though he were playing with him. Garet could no longer allow this, anger fueled his strength, and he shoved with all the force he could muster. The Judge Magister's blades were sent into the sky, twirling violently. Garet acted almost on bloodthirsty instinct, driving his shortsword into the Magister's Armor. For a second, it did nothing, but after that, the blade sliced into the chestpiece. Blood spurted from the armor, as Garet Solivantes wrenched his blade free of it's prison.
Judge Magister Basch Fon Ronsenburg fell to his knees, the cloaked male turning to face the stunned Emperor. "What..." Larsa managed, eyes widening as the Judge collapsed to the floor. Suddenly, mist began to swirl beside the assassin, as a strange, crimson shape appeared beside him. An Occurian. The assassin chuckled lightly.
"I look forward to seeing you again, Larsa Solidor." The Hume spoke, turning and quickly moving to the edge of his Capital Building. The Occuria then moved after the assassin, following him in his leap from the tallest building in Archades...leaving Larsa Solidor alone in the night, expected to help his Empire, in their first major disaster.