Protecting My Devotion - Group 3

[twistedjudge.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bartz, Fang, and Squall
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location: Memory Place!
Date: March 11, 1805
Warnings: With Bartz, anything's possible!

Gaia was strange, Fang knew. She was getting used to it - again - and getting used to the way that memories from her first visit to the world were trickling into her head. Maybe one day she'd get a great big lump all at once; for now, it was going slowly but steadily.

Still, to suddenly end up in yet another place wasn't what she expected. Especially not when it was a place she recognized.

"You've got to be joking!"

It was Oerba - the territory around Oerba, at least, majestic in its splendor, clearly unforgiving of stupidity but beautiful and rugged. The village itself wasn't visible, but the mountains to the east of it were, rising above the trees that covered the slopes between the village and a very tall tower of strange construction that stabbed the sky like a weapon. The trees were thicker towards the tower side of the plains and slopes, the ground between the trees carpeted in flowers and long, rich grasses, green interspersed with blue, red, and pink - a painter's dream.

And none of it existed anymore. With Anima's temple gone from the village, Oerba had quickly fallen to the monsters and Cie'th, its inhabitants falling into the same curse if they lived at all. The plant life had had the life choked from it with crystal dust, killing all the color and making the landscape around the village sterile. Taejin's Tower had broken in half and collapsed. Fang had seen all this, with her own eyes, much as it rent her heart to think about it - and now, to be back in the village the way it had been before? This was... impossible.

"Fang!" came a cheerful voice from behind her, and the dark-haired woman spun to face it, yanking her spear from the holster at her back at the same time.

Comments

[knighted-lion.livejournal.com]

"Not... this, exactly," Squall answered, mere moments before Bartz crumpled to floor under some unseen weight. "But time being turned into something it shouldn't be, yeah. Only... there's only one person who could do it and she's not here."

Well, technically two, if you counted Ellone, but hadn't she said she could only send people to the pasts of people she knew? Well, that and the fact that from what he could remember, her version of sending people to the past mostly involved putting their physical bodies to sleep.

This? Was far and away from that, at the very least.

[twistedjudge.livejournal.com]

Fang would have asked about that one person, but Bartz went down - and her big sister instincts kicked in. With a quick dash, she'd slid to her knees next to his form, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking him as if trying to wake him up.

"Hey! Whoever-you-are, what happened?"

[warkitoff.livejournal.com]

"So certain you want to keep moving, Galuf?" Exdeath's voice boomed. "Try to dispel this power and your precious crystals will shatter!"

Galuf didn't respond to Exdeath, attention only on his granddaughter. "Krile!"

Bratz couldn't see the crystal break. But he could feel it, feel the earth itself crying out in pain and dying. The second world's crystals might have been worth more than their own lives but they were nothing compared to Krile's.

With great effort, Bartz forced his head up to see. Krile lay on the ground, sobbing with pain as Galuf intercepted Exdeath's attack, a ring of flames tightening around him. Ignoring it completely, he gave a cry of rage and flung himself at Exdeath, striking the tree with everything he had. All the strength in his body, every spell he could muster.

Exdeath laughed.

"Now I'll show you my true power. Prepare yourself for the afterlife!"

Flare stuck the old man first. Holy next. Then Meteor. And Galuf still stood.

"Why- why won't you die!?" Exdeath almost sounded afraid.

"Takes a lot more than that... for me to kick the bucket." Galuf answered, amost coughing out the words. "I'll destroy you, Exdeath. Even if I have to take you into the afterlife myself!"

"Fool! All the hatred in the world would never be enough to defeat me!"

"This...isn't anger." Galuf said, trying to muster one last spell. "...isn't hatred. It's-"

And then it faded. Exdeath, Galuf, Krile, the tree, the crushing pressure of Exdeath's magic, all of it. Bartz remained still for a few more seconds before realizing he was being shaken and pushing himself up.

"...huh? What just- what?"

[knighted-lion.livejournal.com]

"You collapsed," Squall answered simply, as if that alone was enough to answer the question at hand. There'd been more to it then simply that, and at least one of the people he'd seen had been familiar (and there was a small voice in the back of his head that was wondering how he could possibly have seen Exdeath) but it didn't make any sense. How could he have seen action surrounding Bartz but not around the third of their party? Did it mean anything?

And, most importantly, where on earth where they, to even make something like this happen?

[twistedjudge.livejournal.com]

"You fell over and looked to be havin' a small torture session or somethin'. You didn't say anything, though." So what if Bartz wasn't that much younger than her (technically), he still looked it and whatever had just happened to him looked to have been more traumatic than her own revisited memory. Fang held out a hand to help him to his feet if he needed it, pushing herself up as well.

"I don't know what's goin' on here, but we'd best be stayin' on our toes or we're gonna regret it."