Hey guys, fans and returning fans. Welcome to the Sequel to the hit-story the Farron Sisters. You might want to read that one first (leave a review) and come back here to get an idea of the mythology of this world i'm creating even thought most of the things stayed similar as the canon, some things will be widely different. This time we will focuse on Cocoon side of history, readers of the previous story will understand what that means.
Without anything further...ENJOY and review.
FINAL FANTASY Reverse XIII
Chapter One
Awake
Cocoon,
A utopia in the sky, free from Fal'Cie dominion,
Under the rule of the Sanctum,
It had known peace and prosperity,
Its inhabitants believe their world to be a paradise,
Away from the lower world of Pulse,
A paradise to last forever,
When a memory of its past rises from the shadow,
The fate of both worlds shall be decided.
In the Science level of the Sanctum factory in Bodhum, everything was as quiet as they could be in this quiet night. The guards were walking around the large center that could be seen from the many cameras that were observing the area.
From behind the camera, a young man was enjoying a late night show rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He glanced every now and then at the clock which seemed to go even slower than most night. Letting out a large yawn and giving a chancing glance at the monitors in front of him, he knew it will be another slow night for him.
Why did he apply for this job again? He thought to himself.
He was the night watch for the facility and to him this was the easiest job that he could find. It was easy for him to just seat here and laze about doing nothing and get paid for it.
Yeah, that's what it was, the man thought again nodding, easy money.
He glanced at one of the monitors and noticed that one of the cameras was now sweeping slowly over the Crystalis. He had never seen the thing with his own eyes, but on the screen it looked damn beautiful, a word he never thought he would have used in his life.
The Crystalis was an historic find for Cocoon entirely by the Dr. Cid himself back on the first expedition on the hell world known as Pulse. He never believed that anyone in their right minds would have willingly wanted to go to Pulse, but looking at the crystalloid figure in the monitor screen, he was also starting to wonder about Pulse.
Well, those peoples who did wonder look at where they ended, a small voice said in the back off his head.
The man winced slightly at the thought.
It was all over Cocoon in the news that the protestors that had revolted in Eden. It was the first time in many years that such an event had taken place and it had shaken Cocoon's peaceful citizens confidence in their world, but the people had all been arrested by the Sanctum's army and are now rotting in a jail somewhere in Cocoon, thought he had no idea where.
I presume the Primarch will do something about it, he thought to himself.
Groaning again, he leaned back in his seat never noticing the figure that had appeared on the monitor where the Crystalis chamber was.
Crystalis Chamber
The figure was dressed in a robe, hiding all facial features as it approached the crystal figure. It was withheld inside a tube of some kind as the laser passed over it repeatedly, considering the many research that were being done upon it.
The robbed figure approached it until he was standing right in front of it.
"You have slept long enough, child of Zanarkand," the figure said in a melodic voice, "I'm sad to announce to you that you will have to awaken today. The Goddess Etro has seen your fate."
The figure raised a hand toward the Crystal figure as magic started to gather across his hand which was pale, adorned with long and thin fingers.
"Awake from your Crystal sleep," he said, "and reclaim what was lost from you."
Light poured into the Crystal as it started to shine brilliantly. It was so bright that it shines on the figure's face showing a thin lips who was turning into a soft smile, and twinkling blue eyes, blond hair falls over his face.
Then the light dimed showing a naked woman figure hovering in midair. Then the crystals started to spin around her body, as a strange asserting of armor started to appear on her form expending all the way to her legs which turned out to be feathers and the chest plate formed itself with the arms and the metal boots.
Then the woman hovered back down on the ground, the tube having turned to ashes from the magic that was used, and she falls flat against it, her pink hair shadowing her face from view, but the woman was breathing softly as if she was sleeping…
She didn't know whether she was asleep or if she was awake.
She couldn't remember clearly what was happening…or who she was. The memories were hazy in her mind as she tried to grasp at them…but she didn't know what she was suppose to take or even remembered.
But what was her name?
She thought about it, and the name came from within the depth of her mind…similar to her memories…but they were still hazy…and her name…What was her name?
Lightning?
No, her name was different…similar but different…so what was it? It was frustrating to her since the name was at the tip of her tongue but refused to come out…she knew her name was close to her…
"My little Éclair," a voice's whispered from within the depth of her memories.
The voice was a male, but she felt strong love for the voice and also a strong sadness…but why?
Éclair.
That was her name.
Éclair Farron.
She wanted to remember her memories and a face flashed within her mind, one with wild raven dark hair and green eyes, but she couldn't find a name to match the face but she knew the face meant something to her.
Éclair forced herself to remember more.
She can feel a strange feeling warming her body a little as voices started to whisper around her, she couldn't hear what they were saying but she was catching snippet of them…
"Let go of her…,"
"Serah…"
"Return to Zanarkand…"
"Ragnarok…."
With those words, came feelings, and Éclair was lost within them.
They were all of them she could identify them quite clearly, love, lost anger and also friendship. She knew the names of Serah and Ragnarok, both holding many feelings on her body, she felt the same attachment to both name and it was more confusing than ever…
Then a single light shone within the whirlpool of feelings that she was falling into…engulfing her body entirely, and the light came with a voice, an unfamiliar but a strong one.
"Awake from your Crystal sleep and reclaim what was lost to you,"
Éclair raised her hand and reach out to the light which engulfed her entire body, blinding her entirely…
And took a deep breath…
Her eyes snapped open.
A metal ceiling was staring back at her as she groaned softly, raising her body from the ground. She realized that she was alone in the large room and stood up slowly. Éclair glanced down at herself seeing the armor she was wearing. She knew what they were of course and pulled out her blade, the metal shining in the room's artificial lights, reading the words written upon it.
Honor above all.
Éclair gasped as a memory rose within her mind.
Flashback
"C'mon Dad," she said, "What was it you wanted to give me?"
"Stop being so impatient," the man said, laughing heartily, "It won't be much of a surprise if I told you what it is now would it?"
"I guess you're right," Éclair said, looking at him smiling.
"Now close your eyes," her dad said.
Éclair did so and hear the man moving around the room before a package was put in her hand. She opened her eyes surprised and curious at what it was and her eyes widen slightly. In the package lay a beautiful sword, with golden strikes in the handle to match her armor.
"Dad," she whispered.
"C'mon, try it out," he said.
Éclair took hold of the blade in her hand, testing its weight and give it a few swings and smiled. It was in perfect condition and well balanced. It truly was a beautiful blade.
"So, what do you think?"
"You're giving me this?" she whispered, looking at him.
"It's my gift for you," he said, "After all, being a Protector is a full time job with a good sword in your hands, I'm sure you'll do great."
Éclair then noticed the words that were beautifully graved upon it.
"Honor above all," she read.
"Respect and go by those words all your life Éclair," he said, looking at her with serious eyes, "no matter what happens…take them as a way to live as a way to prosper…"
End of flashback.
Her Dad gives her the sword, her own father, and she now know why she was saddened, for she knew the man was dead a long time ago. Then she became aware of another sound. A loud sound rezoning all around her, one she recognized quickly.
The sound of an alarm.
She stood up, her metal boots clanking at her movement.
"Look like I'm fighting to get out of here," Éclair murmured to herself.
She made her way toward the door kicking it down as she got into the hallway.
"Intruder alert in Lvl 4, I repeat, intruder alert in level 4," a voice said over the intercom.
Éclair glanced up and down in the hallway and heard the incoming footsteps as she tightened her hold upon her trusted sword and the soldiers started to appear in the hallway from the right, so she launched herself into attack mode as they opened fire.
She brought up her shield to block the oncoming bullets which bounced off from the metal, and with a battle cry, she swung her sword taking down a handful of them and with threw a spinning kick into one's chest that let out a strangled cry before falling down.
Seeing that one is about to stand up, she slammed the shield down on his head, bringing him back down on the ground. She quickly made her way toward where the soldier had come from, knowing that they could be a way out from this building she was in.
As she got closer to another level, the door swung open in front of her and Éclair quickly put herself into a defense position but they were no one on the other side which she relaxed slightly and ran through the door, looking left and right for oncoming soldiers.
Then a large machine appeared in her way pushing her toward one of the window which she crashed into and she rolled down on a random roof. Grunting, Éclair started to stand back up and the machine roared at her.
It was a four legged one, which was roaring hissing and whirring as the girl stood up getting into a defensive stance. She glanced behind her seeing the drop that was straight into the ocean and she was quite high into the air, so she might not really survive if she fell.
Éclair turned her attention toward the machine.
"Well, come on," she yelled at it.
The machine launched forward and Éclair, thanks to her speed was able to dodge the attack and she slammed her sword against its metal body which echoed with a strong ping sound.
Damn it, I can't fight a machine like this, she thought as she dodged another strike.
Thinking quickly, she quickly got an idea and jumped back, avoiding another strike from the machine and landed at the tip of the roof they were fighting on.
"C'mon, you scrap of metal," Éclair yelled at it.
The machine charged at her and at the last moment, Éclair launched herself into the air, jumping over the machine, and landing behind it. Glancing at behind her, she noticed that the machine had stopped at the last second, and hanging precariously on the edge of the roof.
Yelling, Éclair charged at it, and with a powerful kick, she pushed the machine over the edge of the roof. She heard a loud splash when the machine hit the waters below and she huffed slightly. Then she became aware of a new noise and she spun around.
A light flashed upon her and all on her body red dots appeared upon her entire body.
"Surrender now or you will be killed," a voice yelled over the intercom.
Éclair glanced around her eyes narrowing slightly as her pink hair danced in the wind that blew over the area. She glanced back at the water again and gritted her teeth before lowering her blade. Two soldiers approached her and took hold of her and pulled her down unto the ground.
From another room, a Sergeant watched the entire thing take place.
"Place her with the other prisoners. We will deport them all to Pulse."
The man standing beside him spoke up.
"But sir, shouldn't we contact the Colonel…?"
"Well the Colonel isn't here right now," the Sergeant snapped at the soldier beside him, "So this little event will fall under my jurisdiction, and my order is to put her with the other prisoners. Is that clear soldier?"
The man put a fist on his chest, standing in attention.
"Yes sir,"
The soldier walked off leaving the sergeant standing there, looking at the armored woman that had intruded upon them. He narrowed his eyes at her and noticed the pink hair which made him smirk.
She is remarkably similar to her when I think about it, almost like…, he thought.
He watched until the woman disappeared before turning around and headed off to his post.
So begins the next part in this saga. You guys can ask me questions if you like, leaving it in your reviews and i'll try to answer them without spoiling anything, and Eclair will stay Eclair for this story and there is a reason why.
Jacques0 out.
R&R