Finally we get to the last prologue! Since the Final Fantasy I characters don't really have much of a personality, I decided that I'd make a nice little reference to 8-Bit Theatre Chaos with Black Mage and Black Belt. Again, please R&R!

I Prologue

The endless struggle that raged over two thousand years had ended, and peace prevailed once more.

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"HYAHHH!"

"Oh, calm down, Black Belt," Black Mage bitterly snapped, looking up from a spell book momentarily.

The monk scowled at our bitter companion, then went back to obliterating a wooden dummy of Garland.

"Yo," Thief greeted, dropping into camp. He dug out a shiny apple from one of his pockets, and took a nice crunch. "So, we headin' to Corneria any time today?"

I shrugged, drawing up my cloak. "Perhaps. If we can Black Mage to look up from that stupid tome, get Black Belt away from 'Garland', and find wherever White Mage went."

Now our thief openly laughed. "Hun, you should have stayed a white mage. I don't think RM's going to pull off white magic anytime soon, and you don't seem like a good fighter with a sword."

"I learned enough from Fighter," I retorted, looking away in disdain. It didn't matter if I had only been a healer without a hope of ever handling a weapon correctly during our journey, it was now that I was going to prove myself. If not for the world that would probably produce more monsters needed to be dispatched of, than in memory of our hero.

…Who was the only one who got credit for our whole adventure.

Yes, whenever I next saw that pig-like warrior, I was going to give him the lecture of a lifetime.

"All of the friends in one location! How convenient!"

We jumped up to attention, drawing our weapons. "You must work for Garland," I seethed, slightly wincing at the malevolent energy this foe radiated. "Who are you?"

The woman smirked, and crossed her arms, sending a wave of energy after us. Thief pulled me away just in time to avoid being hit. "Now," she slowly started, the grin on her face being that of a mad man's, "let's all take a nice vacation into the past, shall we? You'll find that rewriting history is awfully fun."

"Rewriting history?" Thief asked, cocking an eyebrow. I smacked the back of his head, but he only chuckled.

The woman smirked and nodded. "However you want it to be, I shall create."

Before we could respond, hopefully with a definite "no", her eyes went wide, and let out a shrill scream.

A bright light flashed over her, enveloping our whole camp.

When things returned to their original state (the woman now gone) I dared to take a glance back at us. An elegant woman with bright blonde hair and fair skin smiled to all of us. "I'm sorry to impose on you all," she started, "but I am in need of your help."

I drew my sword- the one Fighter once had. "You may take me."

Thief looked at me in surprise, as did Black Belt and Black Mage. "You sure, Whi- er, Red Mage?"

"Of course."

The woman nodded. "Then you will travel to a land called Dissidia with me. I have nineteen warriors so far, one of them being a dear friend of yours."

I gasped. "Fighter? Fighter is with you?"

"He isn't coming back, is he?" Black Mage hopefully piped in.

Ignoring his caustic remarks, I said, "Whatever you need of me, I will be happy to comply!"

"I am Cosmos," she said, smiling, "and you shall now be known as the Mage of Light."

A wave of light magic washed over me, turning my crimson garbs into brighter red cape and tunic, my sword into a slimmer, lighter one free of rust. My blonde hair neatly tied back under my feathered red hat, only my bangs truly visible.

When the transformation was complete, Thief whistled. I gave him a brief glare and turned back to Cosmos. "When shall we leave?"

"Right away."

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"Tidus, look out!"

Calling out in surprise, the blitz star rolled out of the way of Garland's giant sword and rushed over to Zidane, locked in a tight battle with Golbez. "Over here, blackie!" he taunted, jumping over top of Cecil's brother.

"Terra, back-up needed!" Tidus called over his shoulder, rushing up to the Onion Knight now, surrounded by Exdeath and Jecht. "Get out of the way, old man!"

Jecht laughed and turned his attention to his son.

Firion's arrow hit home in the Cloud of Darkness's right arm, making the witch curse out and redirect her magic from the Warrior of Light to him.

Cecil blocked the magic, deflecting it to Kefka, who flew after Squall, cackling all the way.

Bartz spun into view on a conjured whirlwind to Garland, slashing at him with a replica of Cloud's huge sword.

The ex-SOLDIER wove through the battlefield, over to where Sephiroth stood, battling the Warrior of Light. "Light!" he called. "There are weird manikins coming in!"

"What?" he exclaimed, turning to see ten new enemies fading into view.

Tidus stopped dead, Zidane ramming into him. "Seymour!" he burst. "What the heck, dude! Won't you stay dead!"

"G-Garland!" Zidane yelped, instinctively diving behind Cecil.

Cloud frowned as Kadaj smirked, in line with the other villians.

Beside the remnant stood a warrior named Gilgamesh, who brought a weary look to Terra's face.

Enuo, a warlock, stood next to Zemus, another powerful magician.

Xande and Leon stood apart from the villians, they both deciding not to get caught up in any form of alliance with the others.

Finally, a pirate, named Bikke, laughed out at the dumbfounded Light Warriors.

Groaning, the Warrior of Light moaned, "Not that beastly freak."

"That's not polite."

The warrior turned in surprise. A crimson-clad woman stepped past him and drew her sword. "My, my, Fighter. All fancied-up, eh?"

"White Mage?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm the Mage of Light, now," she corrected, flashing him a smile. "And we're here now, so you little boys can go to a corner and cry."

"HEY!" the Light Warriors chimed.

Charging at the new line of foes, the Mage of Light laughed and cried, "Time for a new change in Dissidia!"