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The Final Judgement	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy VI Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VI nor do I own the plot of it's creation, characters, world, none of that- duh. I'd also like to state that this is just a fan story for fun, so I make no profit off of it.

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Jidoor:
"Celes, oh Celes my dear," Ompresario called out for the ex-general. "Where are you?" He walked into a room causing a woman in a state of half dressed to scream. "Sorry," closing the door, he continued calling for the ex-general. "Celes?!"
In the dressing room a blonde woman stood up and patted a red head's shoulders, "Good luck."
"Thank you." The woman replied going behind the curtains.
"Celes?"
She heard her name through all the excited murmuring and script practice. "I'm in the dressing room!" She walked over to the door and opened it letting the stout little man barge in.
"I've been looking all over for you, how are the actresses and actors doing on their lines?" The stout man asked in a hurried panic.
"They're doing just fine, Maria is on her way out and ready to sing." Celes salutes with a smile,
"Oh good..." He sidles up to her. "Saaay, you could be in the show, if you twisted my arm right?" Ompresario said trying to coax her into doing it.
Ever since their encounter with the opera house that year ago she had taken an interest in the place- not to be a singer or one of the actresses- the ruined world is already in shambles, nobody needs a part two of her greatest tragedy. But being behind the scenes as make-up, and line prep. However, once in awhile the owner would be trying to get her to star in another one of the shows, but she refuses. "Too many memories" she would always reply.
"Oh well, it was worth a try. Places people, placeees."
She watched him leave the room to conduct the show, as he usually does, and turned back to her work.
"I can't believe you're turning down such a good opportunity." A young voice said behind her.
"Relm, are you finished already?" She asked looking at the little artist from the mirror.
Relm walked over to the vanity mirror and sat down on the top of it. "Yup, Owzer says I'm the fastest and the best painter he's ever known. I even get to be in an art show. He promised that someday I'll have my very own!"
Relm bragged and turned to the mirror grabbing a lip stick off the dresser top, then began to apply it on her lips making them a ruby red. Celes gave her a blotter, then smoothed a few of the strands of hair the sprang from the pins.
"I'm gonna enter a picture of Grandpa Strago in battle, to show how wise and fiercely he'd fought." The little artist admired her reflection with a grin.
"That sounds beautiful, Relm." Celes smiled at her.
Strago wasn't dead, no. But he was in no condition to fight anymore, he is too old his body is weak no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Strago had to remain in bed-care with a house nurse, while Relm came to Jidoor to stay with Celes and while the ex-knight worked at the opera house Relm painted for the well paying, very wealthy Owzer. Doing what she loves and earning enough to care for her grandfather, Relm would do whatever it takes to see that he remains comfortable.
"Wouldn't it be nice" the girl said sweetly but her face was serious, "if Setzer came to the opera house and you were performing?" Watching Celes in the mirror she cocked her brow trying to gauge the neutral expression the question received.
'It would be nice if someone came...I miss everyone so much...especially Lo-' Celes thought but didn't finish the sentence because Relm's voice had broken her thoughts.
"Isn't it too bad all the bad is gone, and we're getting on with our lives?"
"What a horrible thing to say, fighting is bad." Celes was saying to her.
"Even still... it would be nice if we were all together again, even if the reason was something bad." She turned back to her reflection to put on more make-up.
'She's right,' Celes thought. 'good or bad I would love to see Locke again.' She sighed silently and looked at herself in the mirror.
An underground cave in the Veldt.
Roof! Roof!
"What is it Intercepter?"
The dog sniffed at the moist earth and wandered a distance from Shadow, who was barely visible in the darkness of the cave. After the thieves cleared the caves of the Veldt, Shadow had taken refuge down inside of the caves in the deep end so no one would know he is there, and so far no one had found him.
Dark and hidden, coming out only for food, so far life had been going alright. Until today. His trusty companion had sniffed out some tresspassers. He followed the dog until it stopped and when he did, Shadow didn't like what he saw. 'Imperial soldiers... why are they here? What could they be planning?'
"I say we have a full fledged attack on every village!" One of them shouted pounding his fist on the cave walls.
"I say we send out wanted posters and have them turned in, remember the boss wants them alive." Another one replied, they all began to argue about what to do when a shrill voice came out of the shadows.
"Men, men, please, let's not fight about this. Just find them; there aren't that many villages around here surely they must be hiding in one of them."
"It's the boss," they whispered. "I can't believe he's here."
"But sir, tracking down the Returners hasn't been easy, we killed one of them in the fields- at least we thought we did. As we were returning here we saw that one of our men was gone. We went back to the field to find him, he was lying in the grass bare sir. And dead."
The figure raised an eyebrow.
"We think the Returner may have killed him and is going to get help, soon." The soldiers looked at the shadowy figure wondering what he would say to this news.
The shrill voice had changed into an evil deeper one as he spoke, and Shadow could swear that he recognized it.
'Is their boss more than one person?' The ninja wondered, but put his ear back to the conversation.
"So we had better pick up our pace, I want this land- all of it!" The figure moved closer into the light, his voice was changing back into a shrill one again slowly with every word. "And I will get it."
He laughed from a place of histerics; a place of madness. And as the man leaned into the light, Shadow was about just to see his face when everything went black.
A Cave in Narshe.
Kupo! Kupo! "That's right, don't mess it up either." Mog cried out to a giant fur covered creature.
The Yetti growled to himself as he moved a giant-sized potbelly coal burning stove- yet again for his tiny companion.
"It feels like a cold one, fur or not, we need heat."
The moogles let out little cries of agreement to the matter of the winter.
"Funny how-" Umaro, the Yetti grumbled out hardly understandable. "you need a heater when there's heat already outside." He continued to push the coal-burn stove they'd stolen from the village above them, into a corner of the cave.
"Summer doesn't mean a thing." Kupo! The moogle replied. "Now move it! I want everyone warming their hands and toasting their buns by tonight."
With a grunt from the little strength was needed for the big guy to do the task needed, he gestured to it that it was a deed done. The Moogle clan cheered and danced all around.
"Good job, now take a break." Mog ordered to Umaro.
The giant beast walked over to another corner of the cave and sat down for a rest. Things had been going well for the Moogles, and Mog seemed happy enough. However, it was as if something were missing inside that he couldn't put his paw on. Maybe it was the others, but it didn't seem so. He's known them for awhile but they were never embedded into his life so much.
'So then what is it?' He wondered. "I'm going for a walk." Mog announced, leaving the cave going into another of the underground tunnels.
South Figaro.
"How does that taste King Edgar?" A bar maid giggled; she's seated upon the king's lap, as she feeds him some pheasant.
"You know what would make this a lot better?" The beautiful young king replied.
"No, tell me?"
Edgar started to whisper in her ear but it was disrupted by the sound of a battle outside.
"What's that?" She asked getting up. She's used to the sound of a bar fight, but this sounded far more serious than some surly swears and punches thrown with shaky balance and aim.
The king sighed and rose to his feet too. "A king's work is never done, wait here my dear. I shall return."
The bar maiden looked in absolute awe as she watched Edgar stroll out the door of the cafe. When outside, he looked about finding the brawl several feet from the tavern. There are two combatants going at it in the middle of a group of people. Standing on his toes he looked past the crowd of heads and saw that his guards were attacking someone!
The enemy looked like one of Emperor Gestahls soldiers! The soldier grabbed a dirk from a by stander and fought back viciously, though only to defend it seemed, but that was enough of an attack to send Edgar into the fight himself and he began to attack the stranger brutally. His long hard swing threw the fighter off balance as pain rattled through his arms while blocking with such a tiny weapon.
"Edgar, wait!" The soldier shouted over the scream of the crowd and the battle cries of his guards, the king swung his sword over his head and brought it down at the man's arm, but the false soldier blocked it with his tiny borrowed weapon. "It's- whoa. Me, Locke!"
"Locke?" Edgar froze from the battle and gestured for his men to do the same, and- though still uneasy about it- they lowered their swords.
"Is that you, really?" Edgar raised the front of the soldier's helmet with his swords tip.
"Of course it's me!" The thief yanked off the helmet completely, tossing it aside. "Hey buddy!"
Edgar broke into a huge grin and they gave each other a very warm, manly hug. The king stepped back to admire his old friend, "Just as ragged as the day I left you, huh?"
"Ha ha, you're still just as rusty as the day I left you-" Mocking the battle that had just went on. "Oh here let me help you... riiiight, more like- hey a cute waitress might be watching."
"Bite your tongue," Edgar felt his face turning red from embarrassment. "I didn't think I'd see you for at least a good years worth of time, what brings you here?"
Locke looked at him seriously. "That's right," He just then remembered why he had come into town. Finding Edgar himself was a stroke of pure luck. "I have to talk to you, and I don't think you're gonna like the news." He stated.
King Figaro sobered up from the happy reunion, and escorted Locke into a private room in the tavern so they can talk.
"You weren't kidding, I don't like the sound of that at all..." Edgar said trailing off as though he may have had more to say.
Locke had just got finished telling Edgar about what happened to him in the field that morning, just on the other side of the mountains. And the more he said, the more grim was King Edgar's expression.
"What are we gonna do about it?" Locke asked looking into his best friend's thoughtful face.
"Where was it exactly that you saw those soldiers?" Edgar asked him, standing and moving to the door, Locke in tow.
"It was by Mt. Kolts; they could be miles from there by now... Are you sure we wanna go find 'em?" The thief asked with a bit of hope that they'd leave it alone- just until they could devise a plan.
"Wouldn't hurt to look," Edgar says before whistling for his guards when he and Locke were outside.
"Yes, Majesty!?" His men shouted, lining up before him and saluting.
"Keep it down; and will you cut that out, it's Edgar when I'm in town. We're going to check out the perimeter of Mt. Kolts. Get the Chocobos ready for the trip."
"Sir, yes sir!" They replied walking into the stables.
Edgar sighed with a smile. "I love being king." The words were meant as sarcasm, but in times like these when he could use the extra help to help a friend, it really wasn't so bad.
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Commentary: Thank you for reading... I think hahaha. By the way this has nothing to do with my other Final Fantasy stories. It's independent from other FF8 stories. I also did FF6 way back when. I might add them to this site as well, I'm not sure.
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