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Lunar Song Chapter Six: Ice and Fire
Ice and Fire
Cecil woke to light streaming through an open window and the sound of Edward's soft humming drifting from somewhere nearby. Opening his eyes fully, he sat up and stared at the bard-prince, who was sitting on the bed adjacent to him, lacing up a pair of traveler's boots.
"Did you sleep well, Cecil?" the blonde man asked, placing his hands on his knees and smiling; Cecil thought he seemed different than he had the day before, far more confident.
"What time is it?" the Dark Knight asked, rubbing the back of his head and turning his gaze to the spacious room about him. He noticed his tunic and boots strewn on the floor, but could not remember placing them there. He supposed such was the consequence of being so physically exhausted the night before.
"Midday," replied the bard. "Get up. We are in need of supplies." Edward's honey colored eyes lighted on Cecil's frayed tunic and stained white undershirt, "It seems you are also in need of new clothing. You must be presentable befo
Lunar Song Chapter Five: The Sand Pearl
The Sand Pearl
All about them the city of Saffrom burned. Cecil had been to the city once before, as a boy of about eight years. His Highness had taken him along on a diplomatic visit to Damcyan, where he had encountered the royal family, the Muirs. Then, it had been a sparkling metropolis full of life. Beach white buildings extended to the ever-blue sky and the gold domed palace slept in the distance, keeping watch of the bustling desert city. Though it had been very hot, everyone was hard at work, their skin tan and care worn, their smiles bright and their laughter infectious.
Now, Saffrom lay in ruins at Cecil's feet, wails of despair rising from the ruins of the city. Uncontrollable rage and sorrow gripped Cecil in its throes. Everywhere there was death; the stench of burnt flesh filled his nose, ash from once beautiful trees stung his eyes, and the taste that fire brought sat bitterly in his mouth. They stopped whenever they could to help the injured and dying, but Cecil did not s
Lunar Song Chapter Four: Fire from Heaven
Fire from Heaven
Cecil had scarcely nodded off when he was jarred awake by the acute snapping of a twig and an utterance of surprise by Rydia. Frantically, he scuttled for his sword, but his muscles relaxed when he saw the girl splayed out on the ground, their scant pile of kindling scattered all about. It appeared she had only tripped.
"I didn't mean to wake you!" she exclaimed when she saw him sitting up, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
The Dark Knight shook his head slowly and ran a hand through his hair, fighting off fatigue ", no, it's all right. We've already wasted a full day. I cannot afford to sleep any longer; Rosa's life depends on it."
Rydia walked toward him and took one of his hands in both of her tiny ones ", then let's go. I've already put away most everything except the tent."
He blinked at her a few times, surprised by her maturity, then nodded and stood, blinking into the early morning sunlight.
The pair set out again soon after, Rydia insisting that she walk on he
Lunar Song Chapter Three: Into the Darkness
Into the Darkness
He woke, and his first thoughts were numb as he struggled to sit. Reasonable thought had long since escaped him, and it was replaced by the most base of instinct. How long had he been unconscious? Where was he? What of his injuries? These were his very first thoughts, but as he came to himself he became aware of other things, such as Kain and the girl.
Suddenly panicking, he swiftly stood, only to sway and fall onto his buttocks, a wave of nausea threatening to overcome him. It took all of his self-control not to curse when he realized he'd suffered an ankle sprain, likely a very bad one, from the way it throbbed. He placed a trembling hand to his temple, realizing he could have been hurt more gravely as he surveyed the landscape about him.
What ever this area had been before, it was now a rocky cliff face. Trees had been displaced by the maelstrom of rocks and dirt, and were now waving goodbye to life with the gnarled fingers of their roots. Cecil trembled at the tho
Lunar Song Chapter Two: The Unwitting Felony
The Unwitting Felony
It was amazing to think that the city of Vangrad was alive this early in the morning. Its streets were already packed with silent, grey people, bundled up in drab cloaks to guard against the early morning cold. Cecil and Kain entered through the main gates. They were well enough known that the gatesman had no need to inquire into their identities; he simply opened the gates, which made nary a noise as they rose to allow entrance.
Vangrad was always characterized in the propaganda of Troia as a cold, impartial, and nearly vacant city of stone which slept under a churning gray sky. Really, nothing could have been further from the truth. Vangrad was colorful and beautiful, several public parks giving the city a lively and welcoming feel, and the river running through it became a symbol of its rhythm and vibrancy. Even this early in the morning, when everything really was a bit gray, there were flashes of color. The rogue smile of a dancer and the ruffle of her magenta
Lunar Song Chapter One: The Advent
Above and below extended a universe of swirling galaxies, spirals of colors in a world of inky blue-black. Light, however, rippled across the surface, pulsating waves of light against the smooth crystal surfaces of the wall, floor, and ceiling. The light emanated from a large, prismatic jewel that sat upon an altar, blue as a sky, frozen in place forever.
At the foot of the altar knelt a man, his hands folded in prayer, two guards standing stoically by his side. He was an older man with brilliant red hair, resilient against the gray of age, wrapped in the folds of a massive cloak, a gnarled oaken staff resting on the floor by his side.
The perfect silence he was steeped in was all at once shattered by a battering ram, which shook the foundation of the room, causing the crystal to flicker. The two Magi guards beside the Elder turned their heads to stare at the doors, trembling under the force, and then looked back to the kneeling man, who now stood, his staff grasped in white
Lunar Song Prolouge
Lunar Song: A Final Fantasy IV Novel
Book One; The Sword and The Sinner
Prophecy of The Gaelach Blade
Born from jaws of Dragon Great
And cast to Heaven's Silver Door
The Hero rides this Gentle Beast
He is of Light, is Dark no more.
He will guide the Moon to Light
Remove The Shadow with his hand
Earth will roll in Harvest Gold
It will become the Promised Land.
The Harbinger lurks at every turn
And the Moon burns wild, Red as Blood
Where Master sleeps in darkened core
To be smote by the Crystal Flood.
When Hatred passes from this plain
When both men have found their brother
Fate will violently tear then away
To the Blood Moon one, to the Earth the other.
A Priori; What Comes Before
That day was the coolest day in many, the first day of autumn after a stifling summer. The leaves of the trees were still painted green in defiance, the last sign of rebellion against the coming of winter, but it was in vain. Soon the leaves would turn red, orange and gold, falling to the ground only to sh
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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