Dissidia Final Fantasy Chronicles (Fanfiction)

Chapter 14- The New World

"Two thousand years ago, humanity threatened the very existence of the world. It was due to their pride many lives were lost. Twelve heroes held the crystals on their hands and halted the progression of the end. The most dangerous creatures that were ever seen were sealed inside the rift as well as the tremendous power that brought the destruction. Those are the tales told on these lands; those are the tales of our ancients..."

"It's so cold... it's so cold... why can't anybody hear my voice? This forest is too deep; I'm tired; when's the end of this?! I'm scared! Why...? If it was going to end this way, why live on the first place?"

"Who am I?"

Snowflakes... little snowflakes... such works of mastery. Patiently, gracefully, they felt over the grass and little by little, they covered it. The air sang a deep and long howl; it echoed between the trunks of ancient trees, disturbing the dance of the snow, bringing the cold over the land. Suddenly, the sound of steps raising and sinking into the thick snow were heard. He didn't know how long he had been lying there, motionless, broken, staring at the white surface. Then, he felt the warm of two hands posing over his back, and along them, a voice: "Hey! Can you hear me?" the voice said. "Am I still alive?" he wondered. The voice repeated those words again. He slowly raised; yet before standing up, he felt a piercing pain on his chest and so, he remained knelt. He took his time and slowly raised his blurred sight, distinguishing the image of a fellow warrior. They had spoken before; he remembered him: it was a silent man of strong sight, who would stay far from the others, the arms closed, and observe well before saying a word, Firion was his name, wasn't it? The same one he had found being disturbed by a nightmare the other night.

"Are you alright?" this man asked him "um...what was your name again?" he asked

"My name... I have no name..." he stuttered

"Ah! Zest! That was it, right? Is it really fine if I call you that way?" the young man said "well, forget it! Do you know where we are? It's cold! We must find a place to warm ourselves!"

"If I know where we are?" What a question!" He thought. He looked around. There was something familiar on that place, however, his mind kept divagating. There was the cold and that severe pain on his chest making him unable to reason well. He remained quiet which worried the other man.

"Hey! Are you sure you are fine?" he asked him again, posing both hands on Zest's shoulders to which he reacted with a grimace on his face.

"Ah! I'm so-sorry!" Firion exclaimed and removed his hands "I didn't know you were hurt... let me cast a healing spell on you!" he said, and did as he had said.

It was such a relief to feel that spell, even though it was such a low leveled one.

"Can you walk?" Firion asked "Is there a place close by I can take you to?"

Zest kept quiet. Because of it, the weapon master repeated his question. He didn't answer.

"Since the moment I was found by you all, I've received nothing but aid and supporting words, I can't complain... you've been so kind" Zest finally spoke.

This time Firion silenced.

"Even though I've been repeating you that in my state I am nothing but a burden to you... backing you from your real mission. And even though I am but a stranger, you keep insisting on doing anything within your reach to save me..." he said, lowering his face "Why? You can't feel this pain I feel... you can't hear my inner fears... if I feel pain? I can't lie about it... if I am scared? I can't deny that either... if I am glad you've come to rescue me? Even though I consider myself nothing but a vessel...a proxy... I really am glad... there is no doubt, you are truly the warriors of light the prophecy spoke of..."