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Final Fantasy Resurgence
Chapter 1
Bahamut's Attack

It was something that would affect her for the rest of her life, holding a deep impact on her very future. As she slept silently on a book she had been studying, she remembered, she painfully remembered that night.

It was an odd night, the air felt different. She couldn't quite remember how, but it was definitely different. Her mother had forced her and her family to flee the city. Her mother was fearful, always looking at the sky for the entire time that they packed and then as they left the city itself. She tried to warn others, but they never listened. They only thought of her as insane and went about their daily life.

Surala was only a young girl, around the age of eight, but it would be a night she'd never forget.

"Why are we leaving mommy?" She remembered asking her mother, she was young and confused and those around her gave her no further comfort in finding the anwser. They all looked just as confused as she was, even her father.

"Ba....Ba....Bahamut...!" Her mother stammered out, quickening her steps with panic. Her face only intesifying in urgency. The young girl only assumed it must be some rare fish that they were setting out to find! The innocence of young.

"We're going on a trip Surie. Don't worry, we'll be fine!" Her father tried to reassure her, although it seemed to be more for himself than anything else.

"Don't worry Daddy!! I'm sure we'll catch that fish!" Surie smiled up at him.

Her father couldn't help but smile at her naivty.

As they were about to reach the crest of the surrounding mountains, there was a loud boom in the distance. A few seconds later a blast of air hit them that nearly knocked them flat. Surie struggled to her feet and gazed up at the deep azure sky that was gently lit by the full moon.

She could make out something black, flying fast against the clouds. It seemed to come to a sudden halt over the city, causing the clouds around it be dispersed by the air displaced from its momentum. It seemed to float there for a few seconds. Surie was completely transfixed. As the clouds drifted sleepily in the sky, silver moonlight fell across the figure. It was vague but it illuminated some sort of black, sleek reptilian beast. Beyond that Surie could hardly tell what it was. It must have been some kind of mutant flying fish, this Bahamut.

Surie gasped with glee, "I found the fish!" She smiled.

Her mother looked and her eyes widened with terror. She let out a horrid gasp and fell to her knees. "We..We're too late..."the last of her sentence seeming to drift into a dreadful sob.

Surie stared at her mother concerned and confused. The fish was right there! They seemed to be right on time to catch it.  Before Surie knew it, she had been plucked up and was screaming alarmingly. Her father had snatched her up and was holding onto her mother as well, determined to escape whatever the beast in the sky might hold next. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, not giving into the dread and hopelessness of their predicament. His young sons following after in confused panic while Surie continued to flail about.

***


Bahamut floated in the air above the city. At first people didn't notice, but then they saw. Only they saw when it was too late. Escape no longer an option nor even a thought that passed through their minds.

Bahamut spread out his wings, the silver and blue feathers began to blaze a bright silvery blue. Within seconds, the creature was engulfed in a sphere of silvery blue light, covered in mystical symbols. Moments later, the sky itself seemed to open up, the clouds that drifted peacefully before were torn apart.  A gigantic magic circle blazed in the sky that was easily twice the size of the city. It too glowed silvery blue. It had concentric rings of mystical symbols that turned with power and grace, hovering elegantly above its soon to be victims.

The dragon quickly ascended, leaving the circle and sphere rotating behind. Bahamut rose far above the circle and the sphere, until it disappeared in the night above. People only could watch in awe, everyone knew what was coming next.

A light began to glimmer, the wings of the dragon shimmered once more. The circle and sphere blazed even brighter. There was a  giant silver ring upon the dragon's back that was easily the dragon's size with it's wings extended. The ring began to spin and the dragon opened up it's feircesome maw. Both began to glow with an otherwoldly light. Of course, none below could see this. It was just a speck of light in the sky, that would inevitably send them to their doom; a tiny spark of death.

The sphere and circle blazed and slowly, they were twisted and turned torwards the light in the sky like a dazling partial tornado feeding into the dragon's maw. Night was turned to day as everyone watched in terror and awe.

The lights finally fed completely into the dragon's maw and all was still. There was only quiet, not a single person moved or tried to run. They only watched. Just a shimmering and beautiful star in the night. It was in this silence that death seemed to make its greatest mark. At what moment would Bahamut strike? When would they be burned to ashes? When would they be obliterated?

They didn't have to wait long. The sky flashed a brilliant green and then within seconds, everything was gone. A giant crater now opened up where hundreds of thousands of people once stood. All of it, destroyed in seconds. Men, women and children killed alike.



Surala watched, while being bounced around. Only eight, she couldn't help but be bewildered by the pretty lights. When the edge of the giant magic circle stretched out above them, she let out a giggle. When all was silent after the tornado of light, Surie couldn't help but want to clap after the magnificent display, it was like the ending of a grand play. It was better than anything she had seen in the theater. Then things changed. A giant pillar of light shot out of the sky from the bright star in the sky, and everything around them was immersed in white for a few seconds.

Her glee turned to fear as there was a violent burst of air and then the ground around the light began to explode up and ripple out. The pillar continued to strike the city, for what may have seemed hours but in reality was only a few minutes. There was a more immediate danger to behold now. They were a third of the way down the small and gently sloping mountain when the light flared. Her parents knew what was coming next. They found a small gully underneath a small cliff and hid their children in it. They sat next to them, and her mother went into a chant.

"Ancient light, rise and revive! Wall!" She oustretched her hands and a hemisphere of shimmering green light appeared around them. No sooner had the spell been cast, had the wind hit them. The light flickered for a few seconds, but stood strong. Surala's mother though was abnormally pale as she slumped down beside them.

In between Surie's sobs and tears, she could see rocks flying and everything being destroyed outside the light. Within seconds the earth began exploding upwards. Again the light began to flicker, a few seconds it seemed like it was about to fade out completely but it came back strong. Her mother looking evermore deathly ill.

Suddenly all was still. Dirt drifted in the air quietly, no longer was there chaos or immediate danger. There was only eerie silence.

Surie's mother waved her hand and the light dispersed completely. She fell to her side and drifted asleep. Surie was about to cry but then was struck with complete awe.  They were on a slope still but the rock around them had been eroded away considerably. The area around them had leveled out, and they were now at the tallest part. The mountain they stood on had been descimated. Surie stood up cautiously and took a few steps forward. As the dust cleared in the moonlit night, Surie looked out at a giant crater that seemingly stretched on for miles. The other end still clouded away by dust and the shadows of the still night. This had once been her home. This had once been buildings and farmlands. Hundreds of thousands of people had just lived here a few mere minutes before. Now it was brought to ruin.

She fell to her knees in tears. She was filled with immense pain and the sorrow. In the distance a black speck jetted across the sky, shimmering in the moonlight.

***


Surala twitched herself awake and wiped the drool from her face. An annoying habit, especially since it had been all over a book of Aeons. It was all a dream, a dream that rapidly vanished from her memory. She stared at the book in front of her sleepily and then with pain.  Bahamut, king of the dragons was drawn on the left page of delicate vellum. It was a large Aeon and incredibly powerful, often considered one of the strongest. It was black, and sleek with an azure underbelly. It had large and full, blue and silver feathered wings. Its head was adorned with two pairs of horns, one black and one silver. It had fiercesome silver claws and peircing silver eyes. Upon it's back was a huge silver ring whose diameter was barely shy of the monstrous beast itself. It was fearsome but breathtaking.

Surie stared at it painfully. This creature was responsible for all the pain of her past. Which attack had it used? Mega Flare? Giga Flare? Terra Flare? An previously undiscovered super attack? It was hard to say. The longer an Aeon slept, the stronger its attack when it awakened. When the Aeon happens to be Bahamut, survivors are an extreme rarity. Normally the only proof left were the craters that travelers would come upon or even a lightshow seen from the surrounding cities and then the word would spread, Bahamut had attacked. Luckily the attacks seemed to be spaced out over long periods of time, somewhere inbetween 52-73 years. There were plenty of other nasties to fill in the time gap though.

Leviathan, Ifrit, Shiva, Terrato, Ramuh, Siren and so many more. 500 years ago, the last of the Summoners were believed to be killed. Now these raw forces of nature, these beings of pure power had caused chaos across the planet. With no one to control and channel them, they are unstoppable. For some reason each Aeon had to rest after an attack, which is the only reason why the planet hadn't been wiped clean. But when they awaken, all were at their mercy. Mostly cities, but an unfortunate traveler has crossed their wakened path and been killed in an uneccessarily flashy way.

These thoughts raced around Surala's head. It had been twelve years since the last attack. No where near the minimal of Bahamut's cycle, but there was always that one exception. Surala let out a soft sigh, and flipped through the pages of the book playfully. Their images flashed one after another, a myriad of shapes and colors but in the end, they all formed to one. Just a single force of monstrous power. The book detailingly cataloged what seemed like over a hundred Aeons, and those were only the ones who had attacked or were in the records from the Age of Summoning, now in the Age of Dread it seemed like a far off dream; when the Aeons would no longer be an affliction upon the planet and humanity could live in peace.

Surala stopped at one of the last pages, parts of the picture were worn away. No wait that wasn't from age. That was the picture itself, the picture had been drawn like this. It struck Surala as curious, it looked like maybe a giant castle with wings. No, that didn't make sense. Wings? Castle? The name read began with a 'A-l-e-x' but the name ended there. She looked closer, there was small font under the picture, "As taken from the Time's Gem, parts worn away due to age. An incomplete picture."

She looked at the next page,
"O' wings of pearl, deliver your glorious justice. Divine Judgment."

The rest of the page was blank. It must have been a long time since this Aeon was last seen. If Bahamut could create a vast crater, what could this one do? Before Surala's curiousity could consume her any further, there was a rapping at the door.

Surala turned startled to find one of her brothers at the door. "Studying him isn't going to make it easier you know."

Surala dropped her head and let out a sigh, she turned and closed the book. "I know, I'm just trying to find reason in it. They are so majestic--"

Her brother interrupted sharply, "They're killing machines. Call them as beautiful as you like, they have destroyed hundreds of cities and millions of lives since the death of the Summoners. There is no reason in it, it just is."

"Easy for you to say, Zruga. You were forced to accept it, you're just talking as a Dark Knight."

"And a damn good one, now hurry up. We need to get to Mom and Dad before nightfall. If we leave now, we'll have time for food and a sunset."

Surala nodded, "Right, be down with you and Darht in a few."

"Live in the present Surie, the past will get you no where," and with that the dark knight left for downstairs of the inn they had stayed at.

Surala had packed her things in a rather large pack. People always wondered how she carried it, but to her it was virtually weightless. They always seemed to forget the robes she dawned now and then, the robes of a white mage; a career that offered access to copious amounts of holy, healing, and supportive magic. She held up her staff and whispered, "Float." Her staff blazed white and a ring of light flashed underneath the pack and lifted it up in the air before disappearing in a flurry of small, fading, white feathers. The bag continued to hover in the air. Surala picked it up and flung it on her back, utterly weightless. It was a handy spell alright and it made heavy lifting a breeze. Luckily she had learned it early on, it seemed to just click with her for some reason. It was strange, especially since it was a mid-level spell but she never thought of it much.

She ran out the door and descended the stairs.



Darht studied the book intently, mouthing the words of the spell as he went along. He was a Black Mage, a channeler of all sorts of destructive and elemental powers. What he was practicing was called traditional spell casting, when a sentence draws out the power of the spell and it can be cast by hand. Nowadays weapons did all the work, the weapon drew out one's inner magics and abilities allowing them to strike harder in less time. At the time of it's invention it was revolutionary, but Darht found it just plain old lazy. It didn't stop him from using it though. Black Magic was a vital part of any battle, the faster it could be cast, the sooner the battle ended.

He just considered this a hobby, for the just-in-case. He adjusted his straw black mage's hat, and pondered what was taking Surie so long. Being the oldest and her the youngest, he always felt the need to parent her but not overbearingly. He rustled in his black robes and then stared across the table at Zruga. While Darht never really tried to encroach too much of her life, Zruga was the worrisome mother, so to speak. His bright teal eyes set under prominent eyebrows, stared at the candle in front of them with a lost gaze.

"She's been doing it again." Zruga grunted, aware of his older brother.

"Doing what?" Darht piped innocently.

"The Aeons, I'm worried."

"I know, she only gets more obsessed but what can we do?"

"You'd think a near-death experience with the damned beast would make her stay away. It only seems to make her all the more obsessive."

"It's curious really, I wonder why..."

Surala walked into the room with a bright smile on her face. It was the kind of smile that meant something totally different to two protective older brothers.

Zruga sat up with a grunt, "Who is he?"

Surala gasped with a smirk, "I..Why I have no clue what you're talking about."

Darht played with the candle flame in front of him, "You're a terrible liar. I mean, at least try to fake a straight face."

Surala's face became serious for a few seconds before breaking out into an even wider grin.

"Just spill it," Darht coaxed unenthusiasticly, "you will eventually. You always do."

Surala frowned, "Why... that's not.. completely..."

"True? You know it is, now tell." Zruga firmed up his stance.

"You guys are suffocating me!" Surala whined exasperatedly. "Fine, this guy just told me I was pretty."

Darht looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Just?"

Surala began twiddling her thumbs, "Well... and that.. I.. should visit his hometown sometime."

"And then?" Zruga coaxed further.

"I said if I was in the area, and he should visit mine. No big deal. Anyways, we should get going." Surala huffed quickly as she began walking to leave, holding the straps of her backpack with her hands.

Zruga quickly stood in her way, "Name, hometown, age, profession, oh and age."

"Zruuuuugaaa!!! GAH!!"

"ANWSER THE QUESTION."

Surala let out a huff, "Well... Dosein, Hurascein, 24--"

Zruga returned a blank stare, "24... 24?!" The sound of black mage's head banging against the wooden table in front of him sounded in the background.

Zruga began raising his tone, "What kind of a perv-"

Darht quickly stood up, "Alright! Yeah, awesome, he's just a few years older. At least it wasn't some old, fat guy like in Mysa, that was all I cared about anyways. If I had a gil for everytime this happened, I swear I'd be a very rich man! Now, let's get going, we're burning daylight."

Surala nodded towards Darht and then flashed a mocking smile at Zruga, making him flush with anger. Darht started out the door and Surala quickly followed before Zruga could explode on her. She always found it funny how the emotion Zruga should control as a Dark Knight he was never able to. Zruga just let out a loud huff, grabbed his things and followed. Surala always knew how to get under his skin.

They only had to walk a short while before they reached the chocobo stables, this one seeemed to be less clean seeing how the chocobos could be smelled from quite a few yards away. Surala always hated riding chocobos from a flithy stable, she wafted her hand in front of her face to get some releif. The birds were cute enough, about eight feet tall and yellow with small wings and big, brown eyes but the smell; the smell would knock you out if they were from a really bad stable. She sighed to herself, she would never be able to ride on these ones. Before she could pester Darht about finding a new one, Darht ran to the owner and began the arguous haggle.

Surala and Zruga were left in silence together; an awkward, tense, trying-to-keep-things-civil silence. Darht could be heard raising in tone from time to time.

"3000 gil?!? Are you kidding! Have you seen them? Better yet, smelled them?"

"Yes, yes, but 3000.. errr... What do you mean the market value has shifted?!?! 5000 gil now?!?"

Surala let out a stifled giggle and the delicate peace was momentarily shattered.

Zruga turned to her, "Really? 24?!"

"It was just flirting!!!"

Zruga stood and shoke his head.

"Fire!" they heard shouted in front of them that troubingly sounded like Darht.

There was a patter of feet, and a chocobo kweh! Before Surala and Zruga could react, they were hoisted on top of chocobos that were sprinting away from a burning stable as fast as they could.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" Surala screamed while being bobbed around on her stomach on the back of a smelly chocobo, her feet dangling and kicking in the air to try and not fall off.

Darht was silent for a few seconds while Zruga just grinned. "There was a fire sale," Darht coughed finally.

"You mean you stole them?" Zruga coughed back.

"Nope, nope. I paid him. I paid him in good ol' black magic!" Darht grinned.

"Ah a payment that is universally acceptable!" Zruga laughed.

Surala let out a frustrated sigh, she wanted to tell him how incredibly wrong that was, but it wouldn't matter in the end. She just kept quiet as she tried to resposition herself on the chocobo. The chocobo was putrid and as she grabbed onto it's feathers to orient herself, the feathers let out dust and made her cough, lovely dead skin cells, dirt and who knows what else. It was enough to make her gag.

Darht turned and smiled at her, "Too stinky eh?"

"You shouldn't have stolen them, I mean they really weren't worth it," Surala sighed.

Darht frowned, "Yeah well... the guy was a crook. It serves him right."

Surala responded with another huff, "If you say so."

Zruga intervened before an argument about morality started, "We can return them when we are in the area, how's that?"

Surala eyed him carefully, "Fine, but when we come across a big enough stream, you're washing him! I refuse to travel like this, if it's going to be mine for a while I at least want me to be comfortable riding him!"

Zruga let out a light laugh, "That works, right Darht?"

Darht grumbled a little before letting out, "Sure, though gil is shinier."

Zruga laughed, "I swear Darht, sometimes you'd be better as a Theif!"


They traveled a few hours until they finally reached a before-mentioned, big-enough-for-chocobo-washing stream. Darht and Zruga washed the chocobos while Surala sat on a rock comfortably, watching the sky as the clouds drifting by. For a split moment, she could have sworn the sky turned a blood red. She stared at it carefully, there was something different about it. It felt unbearably eerie to her, and maybe there seemed to be an underlying feeling of malice. She tried to shake it off, it didn't even make sense.

She focused instead on the clouds but too soon did they send her back to Bahamut's attack, that day had been just like this. It was calm, unnaturally calm. She tried shifting her focus again. She traced the sun's path across the sky, they maybe had around four hours of sunlight left. They should make the most of it.

She stood up and stretched, a sudden breeze began flowing through the air. It whipped through her soft, white mage's robe; a delicate cloak of white fabric with large red triangles that flared out at the fringe of the hood, at the ends of the long sleeves and at the bottom of the cloak itself. She always favored wearing it since it brought out her gentle, crimson eyes which seemed to constrast greatly with her fair skin and chestnut hair.

She looked at her brothers closely before she decided to disturb them, it was odd that they all chose to wear their profession clothes today, normally it was the only way to be treated seriously while traveling. They often traveled around, searching for adventure together. Plus the gil from performing civic duties helped them and their parents survive. They could have been merchants or craftsmen but no, they wanted this; the life on an adventurer. They always fought both with each other and aggressive creatures alike but on days like today, it was good to be around family.

She examined Darht first, on his head was a straw, light brown hat that would point upwards rather high but since it was worn with age, it has since bent back and dangled with movement. Upon his body held a light blue cloth robe with a large cape of the same color that draped upon his entire body when he was at rest. His hair too was chestnut like Surala's but his eyes were a light hazel. The chocobo he was washing let out a kweh and then shook off the water on it's feathers getting Darht wet. Darht let out a sudden yelp and then laughed along with Zruga.

Surala giggled softly to herself and then focused on Zruga. While Darht tended to be cautious and fearful in a variety of tense situations, Zruga always charged in. Unlike Darht who had light features and fair skin, Zruga's were very prominent. His skin was bronzed and his bright teal eyes were filled with bravery and strength. His body was rigid and brawny, which was only noticeable when his Dark Knight's armor wasn't worn. His armor was black and seemed to shine with a netherworldly power. The trim was a midnight violet and it was adorned with spikes on it's shoulders and at the top of the helm that rested on his ear-length, dark brown hair. The blade upon his back seemed to have a dark power all it's own, seperate from the armor and seperate from him, like it was alive with it's own thoughts and own living pulse. The thoughts gave her chills but it made sense why his Dark Arts seemed to drain the life from him a little with each attack. The Dark Knight was a class that focused on the mastery of shadows and dark power merged with physical strength after all. Always a difficult path to follow, filled with tests and battles but he succeeded. Surala always wondered what was the price he paid for such power, there was a rumor that you gave up a piece of your soul and maybe that was what dwelled now in his blade. Surala tried to shake it off, such thoughts didn't matter. He would tell her whenever it was time.


Zruga was easily handling both chocobos. One was already clean and the other had it's feathers puffed up as Zruga went feather by feather with a handful of water. The water that left was brown and somewhat slimy. It was a pure miracle that he had gotten one finished and this one was half way through. Zruga had his upper body armor off so his movement wasn't constricted. He found it funny how gentle he could be despite his profession, he enjoyed taking care of animals quite often. It always left him wondering if he could part-time as a Beastmaster.

Darht was hardly even finished with the one he had. In Darht's attempt to compete, he contemplated using the aqua spell, but seeing how it would attack the chocobo instead of effectively cleaning it at the same time he decided it was a bad idea. It'd probably make the chocobo run, and there was no way of bringing it back. Suddenly, a strange power surged through him, he couldn't explain it. The feeling was just that though, raw power. He froze in his steps, and let it flow through him. He had no clue where it was stemming from. The water around him seemed to ripple abnormally. It seemed to come from the land itself, but no that wasn't right. It seemed to surround him and then flow through him. He was standing in water, maybe it was coming from that? It was acting funny, somewhat like a miniature raging sea.

He let out a laugh and took a few steps back. Screw it, he thought to himself. He may as well test it out. He ran to his staff and lifted it high in the air, "Aqua!" There was a flash of blue light and then the air continued to dimly shimmer blue.

Water from the stream sprung up, he tried to bend it to his will. Within moments, it swirled and encased the chocobo, it cowered in fear and would have run if it weren't completely surrounded. The ribbons of water gently hovered in the air and began shaping to the chocobo's body,  it began flowing through its feathers slowly but strongly. With one last vigorous pull of his mind, the already steadily browning water turned a gaudy brown as it picked off the remaining dirt and grim. The chocobo seemed to calm down and puff up in joy but then things turned horribly wrong.

The brown water fed into the stream and washed away. Darht grew with confidence, the chocobo was now clean. Zruga stared at him in shock, never had Darht displayed such skill. Darht couldn't see Surala but he knew that she too must have been impressed. His own pride welled inside him, intensing the feeling of power flowing through him. It became unbearably strong, it began to hurt. He tried to fight it off with a swing of his staff but then he realized his terrible mistake. There was an explosion of  water and a loud, painful kewh!! The chocobo he had been washing was launched fifteen feet away in a turrent of water and now laid on the ground, unconscious. The feeling that had feed his mage's power was now all gone.

Zruga stared at him more stunned than before and he could feel Surala's glare burning a hole in the back of his head. Darht heard a loud sigh as Surala got up and walked over to revive the knocked out chocobo. Although all experienced travelers knew a good phoenix down would do. He looked at Zruga innocently, all he could manage was a shrug, "All... done?"

Zruga stared at him perplexed, "What... was that?"

Darht beamed, "I have no clue. I just felt so powerful!"

"Yeah well that power spooked the chocobos." Surala budded in as she walked back, nodding torwards the ones that Zruga was in charge of. Their big chocolate eyes flashed at Darht in terror. They were ready to run if he made a wrong move.

Darht stood still and felt somewhat guilty but they all knew that Darht's sense of guilt was very short lived, kind of like cake around Surala. Zruga talked to them soothingly and soon they were calm and happy once again.

Surala had so many things she wanted to say, yet she could only seem to manage, "Hurry up Zruga! We need to get going! Finish yours up." She avoided Darht completely, she had no clue how to address him. She knew he was just as clueless as they were. Aqua was a black magic attack spell, globs of water codensed in mid air, gathered from the surrounding moisture and then attacked it's target by shooting at it. It was systematic, very ritual. Every time aqua was cast, you'd expect the same result every single time. What Darht just did, yeah that didn't happen ever.

Surala turned her back to them and let out a frustrated sigh, she knew they were looking at her clueless, like she were the one who just had manipulated aqua in a new, revolutionary way. She just turned and looked them both squarely in the eye, "What the hell just happened?"

Zruga looked at Darht, "Yeah, start explaining."

Darht smiled and let out an amused sigh, "I know just as much as you guys do. It was some kind of freak power surge. It'll probably never happen again."

Surala and Zruga eyed him carefully and then at each other and nodded. Surala walked off and Zruga finished off. They were just gonna leave it at that. While Zruga finished up, Darht observed the chocobo he accidentally attacked. It was flat on its belly and was preening itself. Darht took a few steps, the chocobo saw him but didn't seem to react. The chocobo must have had no idea of what just happened. He took a few more steps and it let out a loving "Kweh!" Darht smiled at it and pet it behind the tuft of feathers that jetted out at it's crown. He ran over to the saddle and dragged it back to the chocobo. The chocobo stood up and he quickly fastened it on, he mounted his chocobo and waited while petting it, knowing things couldn't take much longer.

Lo and behold within fifteen minutes, Zruga was done and had both chocobo's saddled. Surala and Zruga hopped on and finally they were off, off to their hometown of Delsna or at least their new one since Bahamut had destroyed the original. As they rode, an odd vibe seemed to follow them. It was a vibe that electrified the air. Darht noted that it was similar to the power before but at the same time very different. It worried them and everytime one of them would look back, it would quickly disipate. They tried to ignore it, but the closer they got, the stronger it filled the air. Soon enough it even scented it, like an odd perfume.

It only made them ride faster, trying to escape it; whatever it was.

***

He was looking out over his balcony, staring out at the sea before him. The city was nestled on a quiet cove, enclosed by distant cliffs on either side of it's beach. All was quiet as the sea breeze wafted the smell of the ocean across the city and into the large forest behind them. He glanced out at all the stacked, pearl-white buildings, that sloped gently downwards until they met the beach, wondering what this grand day would hold.

A feeling washed over him as he gazed fondly over it all, a feeling of power. It surged through him making him feel like he could move mountains. It made him shiver too, he had no clue what was going on and it left him somewhat scared. Chills rolled through his spine as out of the ocean before him, a column of water exploded. The water shot into the air and hung there mysteriously. It began wrapping around itself, like it was forming something. Within seconds, it was loosely coiled resembling some sort of snake floating above the water.

There was a loud, beastial cry and his odd feeling of power became an all encompassing fear, leaving the power he felt behind.

There was a flash of light that nearly blinded him. He felt a mist flow swiftly across his face and before him was a mighty sea serpent. The water that had formed it exploded into this form, leaving a sparkling mist in the air.

It was blue, and upon it's head were three small horns in a triangle pattern. From the sides of it's beaklike mouth, curled two long and thin tendrils that seemed to twitch and sway. It had a long and elegant form that curved gracious, it's body had hints of deeper blues and purples and in some areas bright reds that seemed to detail every length. A short portion after it's head, it had finned wings that consisted of white and a deep blue and it's tail fanned out in similar colors. It was coiled in mid air looking over the city with a deadly gaze. The water below it reacted to its presence and the whole sea erupted into a rage. The sky darkened and the man realized all was lost.

As he stared at the beast in horror, the beast's gaze turned from the city to straight at him. Although some would say it was merely just in his direction, the man knew better. He could feel its gaze upon him, like a deadly spotlight. Then he felt something far more terrifying. They made eye contact. Once again, the power seemed to surge up in him but quickly did it turn to fear. He stared into the violet eyes of this beast, this graceful and powerful beast. It seemed like for a second, their souls had connected, that they had become one. It only intesified his panic. It felt like hours as they stood there, motionless.

It's body began to move and it's face turned from him to the sky as it bellowed out a sharp cry into the heavens. The beast's face once again turned in his direction, but the man wasn't focusing on that. The sea beneath the beast began to recede; it receded and receded until there was no longer any ocean but a giant mass of land to the horizon. The waters were now bare and dry, not a drop of water.

The serpent still hovered there, motionless; as if unaffected by the fate it was about to deliver. Everything began to rumble and shake as a low roar set in. It was then that the man saw it, everything he had felt up to this moment had paled in comparison to what he was seeing now. It filled him with terror, and hopelessness. There was nothing else he could do. It was distant but he knew it was massive. On the horizon there was a line of white charging their way. As the seconds passed it grew and grew, and so did the rumbling. He was looking at a massive wave of water, easily 500 feet high.

He wasn't sure how long it took to hit, it seemed like time had stopped. He looked down and saw the people running, trying in vain to escape and then he looked at the sea serpent, it was expressionless and emotionless. It was a harbringer of doom and an omen of death. When it had hit, it consumed the sea serpent first and then it struck. The buildings beneath it were crushed, like pebbles to a moving mountain. He was instantly immersed in a violent torrent, being drowned as the city was destroyed. He saw the walls around him cave to the violent force of the water and then he was dragged along with them. As the last of his life was spent trying to resist the water that threw him around like a rag doll, he wondered what he could have done to stop this.

He heard a voice, just as his lungs were about to explode, a voice that was beyond his hearing. As if anwsering what he needed to know, but it was beyond his reach. It was like a long exhale, a whisper.

He tried listening once more, the first part was jarbled but then he heard it. He heard 'Leviathan' and then all was black.

He woke up violently in a cold sweat. He patted himself down, he was still alive. It had all been a dream. Just a horrible dream. Just a horribly real dream. Then he recalled the very last part, the name. He realized it wouldn't be a dream for very much longer.

He ran out into the central living space in a flurry. He found his wife, his eyes pulsing with panic and alarm. She stared at him, somewhat confused.

"Cerana, it's happening again," he spoke with a cracking voice, "we have to hurry."

Then it donned on her what he was feeling, it was all too familiar. Just twelve years before it had filled her, filled her with the need to save her family; the need to save her husband, daughter, and two precious sons.

She stood up quickly, trying to stay rational, "Jurgha, which one is it?"

"Leviathan," he let out with a panicked short breath, "it's about to attack."
HERE IS IS FINALLY!!!
Final Fantasy Resurgence, Chapter 1
BAHAMUT'S ATTACK!!!! DUN DUN DUUUUN

Yeah, sorry. Just thrilled I finally got this posted!

Still not sure if i named it right... maybe Transcendence would have been better? Meh, it fits.

Anyways, this is a story written taking elements from the Final Fantasy gaming franchise. The characters and story plot are mine.

As the story develops.... this chapter might be slightly tweaked, though I'm probably going to leave it as is. I'll leave edit notes.

Anywho, hope you enjoy and tell me what you think!

Oh yeah.... and this is 11 1/2 pages.. hope you enjoy/ed the long read ^^;

EDIT:
proofread and corrected some errors thanks to :iconwolfforce58:! Love ya Wolffy!

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Final Fantasy Elements (C) Sqaure Enix
Story, characters, and places (C) Eric Salazar
© 2010 - 2024 Twilightwind
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Kienamaru's avatar
Good story man... lots of typos but uh, I don't have time to reread the whole thing and help you out. I like it but it was LONG man...