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After so long spent wandering through rural areas, Squall was a little surprised at the size of Torensten. It didn’t quite rival Galbadia with its winding streets and tall structures, but it was a bustling enough city to catch him off guard. He’d been so certain when he’d first woken up in the desert that he’d be alone with his own company forever--stuck in a time portal until he died. While Kana-Ei and Keimusho had reassured him that there were plenty of other people around, he wasn’t sure how much he’d believed them until now.
Even now, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disgusted at the size of the crowd bustling around him. He’d be more likely to learn something here with this many people, but it also made it harder to find whatever information might lay in this city. Anyway, where was he supposed to start? Just go up to strangers and ask them for information on this age and what they knew of time magic? It looked like he’d be forced to rely on other people from here on out, and while he was better with that than he used to be, it still felt like the sorceress had dropped him in a portal leading to his own personal hell after they’d defeated her.
Retreating into his own head a bit, Squall took a moment to just observe his surroundings and see what he could glean from them. The market stalls showed that they were a little behind on technology compared to what he was used to, but not nearly as much as he’d expected for Kana-Ei to have not heard of basic things like Galbadia or a sorceress. Not to mention that Squall himself had never heard of ‘Zephon,’ which meant that he’d probably fallen so far in the past that he may as well have been in a different world. Maybe before Hyne himself had even woken from his sleep. It was an unsettling thought, so Squall waved it away in favor of trying to catch other details.
This must have been a civilian town, because very few other people carried weapons, and most people gave Squall a wide berth when they noticed the blade at his side. Far from deterring him, that gave him a spark of inspiration, and he approached a nearby stand that looked like it sold everything from loaves of bread to various canned fruits. He wasn’t interested in lunch though.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice coming out a bit rough since he hadn’t used it while travelling much. “Can you direct me to your government here? Or the nearest military base?” The lithe old man behind the counter gave him an odd look before waving a hand vaguely towards the other part of the street.
“There’s the city hall in the center of town I guess. Or the Fort on the back end if you keep going south from there...”
He looked a little perplexed as his eyes landed on the gunblade at Squall’s side, but Squall’s mood improved anyway. If this city was a seat for both the government and the military, then he’d come to the right place.
“Thanks,” he muttered, moving south down the street like the man had directed. He could almost picture Rinoa laughing at him in his head, pointing out that the first thing he did once he could do anything he wanted was to look for military leadership.
(Maybe you don’t know what to do without orders…)
Scowling to himself, Squall pushed that thought down as he approached the large building in the center of town. This had nothing to do with seeking out the familiar. People in structured positions were just more likely to have answers than the average person, and that was the only reason he was seeking them out. If he repeated it to himself enough, maybe he’d even believe that.
A witch has many faces, and indeed Ultimecia walked among the crowds disguised as one of them. After her affair with the boy, she had wandered the forest gathering what information she could from it but never seeming to be able to find its center. She would be back, but for now her eyes were set on other affairs. She wondered if any of the miserable sad humans in the city smelled of magic as much as the boy had that caused her to chase across the sands. There were hints and whiffs, but none stood out as being valuable or needed. Nothing and no one of use.
Then she felt something. Her eyes flashed, but none around her seemed to notice. It smelled of him so strongly. Ultimecia felt that anger bubbling through her veins and the magic rising to her fingers at the mere though of that accursed being. Still, she calmed herself and began to stalk through the crowd as she hunted down the scent of that SeeD. She moved quickly with an unnatural speed as the scent and feelings grew closer and closer until she saw him walking down the road.
It was him that ho.rid cursed SeeD. She could kill him right now. End the smear of his existence, end the prophecy right here. He needed punished for interrupting Time Compression from stopping her glorious destiny. Killing him now would be to light a sentence. No, she was going to make sure he suffered until his mind unraveled infinitely. Break him, remake him, only to break him again over and over. He would know only pain. Ultimecia slowed and still in her disguise walked up behind the man and leaned into whisper. "An uprooted SeeD with no roots binding you in time or space."
Ultimecia walked a few steps in front of him before lifting her hand and snapping. Everything stopped except the two of them, the people frozen like statues and birds frozen mid flight. "Do you like this world I've created for us?" she would ask turning towards him holding her finger up to her nose much like his beloved would have before dropping her disguise. Her wings unfurled as her paws tried to dig into the ground beneath her. Her talon still hung in front of her face so mockingly before she began twisting her wrist round and round as she smiled at the boy.
As Squall approached the large building in the center of town, he slowed his pace to consider the people bustling around the square. He was slightly putting off going inside, because this was probably going to be a painful encounter. He had very little evidence to prove that he came from the future beyond his word, so he was likely to be laughed off. And if he failed to get the answers that he needed, then what came next? He didn’t want to just give up and make a life here, but he might not have much choice if he couldn’t find anyone knowledgeable in time magic. He’d woken up here after falling in a time portal after all, so it stood to reason that he’d need someone to open another one to make it home.
As Squall stood there ruminating, he felt the sudden uncomfortable press against his back of someone leaning in too close. Tensing, he started to pull away when a low female voice murmured something in his ear that made him freeze in place instead.
“An uprooted SeeD with no roots binding you in time or space.”
Someone knew what he was. Feeling his heartbeat pick up, Squall’s hand touched at the hilt of his gunblade, but just as quickly as it had come, the warm breath on his ear vanished. Whirling around, he eyed the woman circling around him, a faint smirk visible on her lips.
“Who are you?” He asked carefully as she came to a stop in front of him. She had given him the kind of greeting that you only gave to an enemy, but he couldn’t remember having ever seen her face before. Could she have been someone from Galbadia who bore him a grudge? Even if she had a problem with him, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it in the middle of the crowded square.
Or so he’d thought. The woman raised her hand, and recognizing that she was casting a spell, Squall yanked out his gunblade and pointed it towards her just as she snapped her fingers. He’d expected an attack, but instead, everyone around them froze in place. The streets that had just a second ago been deafeningly loud with voices were suddenly so quiet that he could hear the wind blowing past the two of them. He stared at an older man close by who had paused mid-step, feeling something cold sink into his stomach. Stop wasn’t a particularly complex spell—he’d drawn plenty of them from various monsters himself—but she had to have used it on over a hundred people. And the amount of control that it would take to bypass him while hitting the rest of the crowd was incredible. He wasn’t sure that even Rinoa could have managed it.
“Do you like this world I've created for us?” The woman smiled at him and raised one finger to point to the sky in a mockery of what Rinoa had done the first time that they’d met. Sudden realization struck Squall like he’d been kicked in the stomach, and he involuntarily took a step back just as she started to change. Yellow eyes gleamed out at him as her face turned pale and her white hair fell to below her waist. Large horns appeared on top of her head and her wings unfurled in a cascade of black feathers, and Squall was unnerved to see that she was still smiling at him.
“Ultimecia,” Squall forced out, more to make himself accept reality than anything as he regripped his sword and stared down the street at her in disbelief. He’d only seen her in person once, but there was no denying that she was the only one who could use magic like that. He should have known who it was as soon as she froze the entire street. “How are you alive? You passed on your powers to Mat-...to Edea.” He cursed himself for almost calling her ‘Matron’ in front of the sorceress. Ultimecia was the last person he wanted to show weakness in front of. She’d use whatever she could get against him.
She was already toying with him by mimicking Rinoa. His fingers itched to attack her and finish what he’d failed to do the first time, but the frozen crowd stayed his hand. Their battle in her castle had been almost lethally explosive. If the two of them fought here, there would be casualties. Way too many of them. That meant that Squall needed to keep her talking. He couldn’t let them fight here.
“What are you trying to say? That you created Zephon?” He asked, trying to convince himself that she was just pulling at his doubts. She’d threatened the six of them with that before their battle in her castle. That she’d throw them in a dimension beyond their imagining where they’d be her slaves for eternity, but that was something he hadn’t wanted to think about when he’d woken up here. “Time compression failed. You don’t have that kind of power.” He hoped that he sounded more confident about that than he actually was.
It seemed as though the air itself had been stopped with how quiet things were. If it weren't for the slight breeze one could have easily had thought she had stopped all of existence for a moment. Ultimecia stared the SeeD down looking at it trying to piece together her own theory of just how and why it had ended up in the same spot in both time and space. Was the prophecy that bound them so ironclad that even a different dimension couldn't stop their eventual destinies? She dismissed the thought. The SeeD had already tried to destroy her once and failed during Time Compression and had failed. Ultimecia grinned as she thought of the boy falling through the void beyond time. If he hadn't suffered enough while coming here, she would provide enough herself.
"You thought you could truly defeat me?" she asked as the SeeD asked how she was still alive. She took a step towards him as she looked about the frozen crowd as he continued to talk. "And yet, I'm here and she is not." Edea. That warm hearted fool. How she had resisted at first having her conscious smothered and overtaken. A weak vessel that had served its purpose for the time it was needed. Her eyes gleamed as a the memory of absorbing multiple of the sorceresses into herself during Time Compression flickered through her veins as though they were still there before flickering away again.
"You claim to know the power of a witch?" One second she had been walking slowly towards him, the next her words hot on his face from her breath before popping a few feet away walking through the people on the sidewalk like a maze."Perhaps a demonstration for the non believing is in order."
Ultimecia once again reached her talons into the air and swirled the aether. Dark orbs of magic began to appear above her fingers as she continued to speak. "I am not like you SeeD, planted to grow only to then wither and die." The orbs joined tocreate one large sphere of dark magic that she left hanging above the crowd as she walked away from it. A moment later she was behind the SeeD once more leaning in to whisper. "The hands of time are mine to control. Would you have them start again and end the lives of those here?" She laughed before warping in front of him once more holding her talons to her chin waiting for the SeeD's reaction.
After Squall pointed out that she had passed off her powers to Edea, Ultimecia proceeded to deride him for thinking that she was dead. It wasn’t a real response as to how she’d survived, but Squall hadn’t really expected a straight answer. If there was a way for a sorceress to live after handing off her powers to someone else, then he was probably the last person that she’d explain the method to. He’d have to goad her into that one if he wanted to hear the actual story.
Ultimecia took a step towards him, and Squall raised his gunblade slightly in warning as she mocked him about Matron not being here. The comment stung more than he wanted to admit, and he was suddenly grateful that he wasn’t one to wear his emotions on his face. He knew that Edea could take care of herself, and so could the others, but the nagging worries that he’d had about them ever since he’d woken up here had exploded ever since Ultimecia had revealed herself. What if she’d found them first?
(Or maybe they were never here at all. Maybe I’m stuck here alone with her…)
As if she could sense his racing thoughts, the sorceress suddenly appeared too close in front of him, her warm breath touching his cheek. “You claim to know the power of a witch?” Recoiling back half a step, Squall threw out a hand and cast a quick Thunder spell as a reflex, but the magic was wasted as it struck the ground in front of him. She was already back on the sidewalk, and Squall forced himself to take a breath, feeling like he had lost some kind of battle already by making the first move. He was making it all too obvious how much she unnerved him, and he hated it. Immortal sorceress or not, he needed to calm down, or he was going to keep making mistakes.
“I’d say I have a better idea than most,” he forced himself to say, trying to recover the appearance of calm as she reached a hand into the air and proclaimed that perhaps a demonstration was in order. Large orbs of dark magic appeared in the sky, and Squall watched them warily as they conjoined into one large sphere that cast a shadow across the town square. If the people weren’t still frozen, then they’d probably be screaming in terror, but as it was, everything was silent, and only Squall knew just how close their lives were to ending. He was so taken aback by the magic in the sky that it took him a moment to realize that Ultimecia had vanished from view again until she was leaning into his ear from behind.
“The hands of time are mine to control. Would you have them start again and end the lives of those here?"
Squall didn’t react to her proximity this time--he just stiffened in place until she appeared in front of him again, her short laugh still echoing in his ear. She was challenging him. Maybe she even wanted him to beg for their lives, and his eyes flickered between the dark magic and the people in the square as his thoughts raced to find a response. If he fought her now, could he save them?
(No. Maybe I’ll save some, but most of them will die when I attack her, and that’s what she wants. She wants to raze the city I pinned my hopes on and call it my fault).
That only left talking her down then, and Squall wished that words had ever been his strong suit as he gripped his sword hilt tighter and turned to face her.
“We both know you don’t care about them.” Maybe he’d started out too blunt, but he couldn’t stop now. “You want to kill me, right? So leave them out of it.” He swept a hand towards the direction that he’d come from where he was pretty sure the main entrance to Torensten lay. “Outside of here, we can do this how we want to. No distractions.”
Truth be told, Squall wasn’t confident that he’d win in a solo fight with her. Her magic was something otherworldly even for a sorceress. The five of his friends had been essential in their final battle in her castle, but he’d worry about that when it came to it. For now he just needed to keep her attention away from the innocent bystanders.
The hunter and the hunted. The pure adrenaline that ran through her veins at the moment was just as succulent as the smell of tenseness that stained the air. Ultimecia wanted to taste the SeeD's fear, its anger, its useless determination to be the hero of their own making. To tear him open and allow his blood to wash out and see the SeeD shrivel unable to take root in this new world was such an intense desire. But no, he hadn't suffered enough yet. His death would be just as long and as slow as it needed to be and perhaps death was not the answer. To let him linger in nothingness only feeling hatred and pain. She would need to find Time Compression again for that though, but she could wait. Playing with her prey was entertainment enough.
"First you claim to my know my power, now you claim to know my thoughts," she tutted waving a talons in his direction as she walked across the street to another throng of people. "Your vines reach too far SeeD. Always entangling themselves in places they need not be like weeds." Ultimecia snapped and pandemonium ensued. The unfrozen towns people screamed as the balls of energy hovered in the air. The overwhelming smell of fear. With a wave of her hand she froze a section of people in place and watched their eyes as they tried to struggle immobilized by her spell. And just as her magic should have ended their meaningless existence, she snapped again and time was frozen as it once was.
She fell through time and space anticipating the SeeD would have tried to attack her during the mayhem. "Why do you care about them SeeD?" she taunted materializing in the middle of the street her gaze upwards to the sky. "Do you hope to plant your roots here? To save these people when you failed to save your friends and your home? Your only point now is to suffer at my hands. Death would be too easy an existence for me to bestow you." Her wings fluttered in unadulterated joy as she raised her hands out to her sides. Let him come, she would fight him here. There was only she and he here now as far as she was concerned.
Squall watched her carefully, hoping that she’d agree with his logic. There was no point in involving random bystanders. He was more than willing to fight her one-on-one outside of the city, and she had to realize that she had the advantage there. And yet she still dismissed him, implying that he was arrogant for claiming to know her thoughts as she waved one clawed hand in the air.
Squall was about to protest further when the scene in the square suddenly started up again. His back stiffened as the horrified screams rising like a chorus suddenly deafened him, and his eyes darted around to take in the scene as some people bolted down the sidewalk while others were still frozen in place. Something tightened in his throat as her magic started to descend towards the people crowding the sidewalks, and he charged towards the sorceress, hastily casting Reflect on a few people closest to him as he ran. If she was going to slaughter the crowd, then he’d at least make sure she got hit with her own magic, he thought spitefully as he leapt in the air to bring down the gunblade on her. “Stop!”
At the last second, the crowd froze once again and Ultimecia vanished from beneath him just as his blade swung down and struck the pavement instead. He’d pulled the trigger just as he’d intended to strike her, and the resulting explosion knocked him back half a step and sent small chunks of asphalt raining down through the air.
Ultimecia appeared back in the middle of the street, and Squall whirled around to face her, his fingers tightening on the sword hilt as she goaded him by asking why he even cared about these people. “Why don’t you?” He challenged in return. “Not much of a goddess if you’re claiming you made this place.” The possibility that she was telling the truth still panicked him, but he couldn’t let her get in his head now. That’s what she wanted. Even if none of these people were real, he wasn’t about to take her word for it.
“Your only point now is to suffer at my hands. Death would be too easy an existence for me to bestow you.” Ultimecia spread her arms with a smile as if daring him to come at her, and Squall blanched a bit at what her words implied. She wanted the rest of his life to just be a series of tortures for her own amusement. She really was twisted.
“Sorry. I’ve got no intention of staying here with you. I’ve got my own sorceress to get back to,” he said, getting into stance with his gunblade as he grimly prepared to fight her alone. He’d have to start with an Aura spell. His only hope against her would be some well-timed strikes from Renzokuken. “For all the things I could say about you, think you should at least appreciate my duty there more than most people.” Not that Ultimecia had ever seemed to care about Seifer, but surely she’d had one knight in her impossibly long life that she’d actually liked. Still, it was kind of a distasteful thought to humanize her that much when she was holding an entire crowd hostage, so Squall focused back on what was in front of him.
He really hadn’t wanted to fight her here. People were going to die, and not just from her. Some of his strikes and spells were bound to hit other people at this close of range, but from her challenging smile, she already knew that. Maybe she thought he’d back down or falter because of that, and the others that he'd fought her with probably would have. But since he’d taken over the Garden, Squall was used to making hard decisions. Even when they kept him up at night.
“One last chance to leave with me,” he said as he watched her carefully. “I'm not afraid of an audience.”
Ultimecia stayed her spot as her vision tunneled in on the SeeD. She reached a hand forward as he spoke of going back to the girl. "Rinoa. Such a weak vessel." she smiled again as the thoughts of possessing the girl's body to release Adel flickered through her. "She's not here, SeeD,"she looked right and then left slowly as if mockingly expecting her to perhaps just part of the frozen faces of fear "And a knight who fails to protect his witch is no knight at all." The smug grin crossed her face as she held out both her arms at this point. "How must it feel knowing you were my knight for however brief? Do you yearn for it again?" Her laugh was sharp and cruel and her wings fluttered as it wracked her.
Ultimecia folded her arms again. If he wanted a fight, she would be happy to provide. She turned from him and raised her hands to the sky. "Can you fight alone?" she taunted as she continued to keep her back to him. Dark orbs of magic much like the ones that hung over the crowds swirled round her hands. And then she was gone as the crowd once more erupted into time. The orbs began dropping in the streets as people began to flee in every which direction. Those caught in the blasts were crushed to the pavement.
Ultimecia appeared behind Squall with a cold laugh. Then to his right. His left. And finally in front of him as the crowds screamed and bellowed around them. "Shall we dance?" she asked goading him as she raised her hands to defend as she began to look around at the surrounding chaos. She wasn't planning to kill the SeeD yet. No, she'd enjoy this show for now. There was no time but the moment she lived in right now.
Squall stiffened as she said Rinoa’s name. He didn’t like the sound of it on her lips, and he would have been surprised that she even knew it if the sorceress hadn’t taken control of her before. He wasn’t sure that Ultimecia had ever bothered to learn his name at least—she’d always just referred to him as a SeeD.
“She’s not weak,” he muttered as she goaded him about the times that she’d possessed Rinoa’s body. “She beat you, didn’t she?” There may have been five others involved in the fight, but Squall wasn’t interested in the details as she continued to taunt him.
“A knight who fails to protect his witch is no knight at all.” He shouldn’t let Ultimecia get to him. He knew that, but he’d wondered if Rinoa was even alive so many times since he’d arrived. To hear someone else point out that he’d failed to protect her hit him harder than anything else that the sorceress had thrown at him so far. He couldn’t even respond to that one, but she went in for the kill anyway as she spread her arms and gave him a grin that he didn’t like.
“How must it feel knowing you were my knight for however brief? Do you yearn for it again?" Squall recoiled a bit at that, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing him uncomfortable, but also not being able to help himself. What he and Rinoa had was such a personal connection that he couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else. And knowing that Ultimecia of all people had stolen a part of it made him feel a little slimy.
“I don’t serve you,” he finally managed as she turned her back to him. “I’m no one’s knight but hers. After I take care of you, I’ll find a way home.” He wasn’t actually too confident about that, but she didn’t need to know that. For how much he’d fallen through time, he knew barely anything about the mechanics of it. And if Ultimecia actually had created this world to torment him, then for all he knew, killing her would only send him falling through time forever.
While her back was turned to him, Squall hadn’t noticed much of what she was doing until she asked if he could fight alone. Realizing at the last moment what she intended to do, he stiffened and lunged forward a second too late as time unfroze around them.
Screams erupted around them as her magic orbs rapidly hit the ground. The person closest to him that Squall had been lunging for exploded into the pavement a foot from his outstretched fingers, and something tightened in his throat as their scream abruptly cut off. His right black glove was covered in the blood that had splattered up, and he quickly tore it off his hand and let it fall as he ran to the next group. He noticed with a hollow sort of victory that his earlier Reflect spell seemed to have worked in protecting the few people that he had cast it on, but he didn’t have time to see if Ultimecia’s own spells had hit her or not as he leapt in front of a small group of people and managed to knock the magic off course so it exploded a few feet away instead.
That was about all Squall had time to do before the sorceress was on him, and he tensed in place as she warped around him teasingly. Shall we dance? It was clearly a taunt directed at how he and Rinoa had met, and his now bare fingers clenched on his sword hilt as she continued to flaunt how she’d been in Rinoa’s head.
“Gladly.” He cast a quick Aura spell on himself to charge up Renzokuken before he rushed forward to meet the sorceress where she stood. People continued to run for their lives around them, but Squall tried to block that out and focus on her.
(Later. Later I’ll think about how someone better with words could have made her stand down. Not now).
Squall did his best to keep the combat in close-quarters, since her magic put him at a disadvantage from a distance, but her ability to stop time and warp from one point to another made that infuriatingly difficult. His only hope was to catch her in a series of strikes to slow her down up front, so he fell back as he readied Renzokuken.
“What do you even want out of this?” He asked as he stalled for a few seconds. She liked to talk a lot more than he did, after all.
At first, he didn’t know what. Perhaps it was something in the air. Perhaps it was a sound so quiet he could hardly hear. Either way, his instincts stilled him, and he opened his eyes from where he’d been sitting cross-legged at the foot of his bed. Something was wrong. His eyebrows furrowed as he stood and drifted towards the window. There was something heavy in the wind like static before a storm.
Magic.
Something dark shimmered on the horizon. Sephiroth frowned, trying to make it out, but he didn’t have time. Not before the screams. They came from several blocks away -- wild and terrified -- and Sephiroth felt his fist tighten at the sound. He seized his sword and started out the door.
He’d heard it before.
He hadn’t realized that Genesis had been awake, and even when followed, Sephiroth didn’t pause to explain the situation. He kept his eyes ahead as well as his focus. The screams had stopped, and with it a shift in that nameless magic. He didn’t humor Genesis’ complaints (though he hadn’t asked him to come), and as the shouting started again, he only quickened his step. That was the sound of terror before the bombs fell -- that single moment of realization before fire lit the sky.
Genesis grabbed his arm, and Sephiroth blinked, startled, as he was pulled into a run. He didn’t have time to comprehend Genesis’ intentions. Not until gravity fell away, and they were left soaring, wings a mirror image like some kind of twisted bird. Genesis shot ahead, dragging Sephiroth along at a speed that he could only barely match. Sephiroth glanced at him uncertainly. He could never be certain what would motivate Genesis until he acted.
It didn’t take them long to reach their destination.
Chaos swarmed below them. Civilians fled in panicked circles, hunted by some sort of unknowable magic. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed. Whatever it was sought to incite fear. A demonstration. Mangled bodies lined the streets, crushed and bloodied and almost unrecognizable. Genesis yawned his apathetic complaints and once again Sephiroth refused to waste his time with an answer. No one asked you to come. Genesis had never been one to act for the greater good, and neither had Sephiroth really. But if the city was under attack, he wouldn’t stand idle. He had itched for action long enough.
As quickly as Genesis had come, he was gone. Sephiroth hardly noticed him dive towards the ground and the civilians beneath. Had he been suddenly struck by goodwill? It was irrelevant. There was no point in preventing casualties when the main target had yet to be neutralized. Sephiroth stayed on course.
Without Genesis to guide him, Sephiroth chose to descend to the rooftops and use his weightlessness to dodge easily between them. The magic centered on a single point, and as he darted forward, he caught his target in the ruined square. Or so he thought. In a breath she was gone, flickering like an after image before he caught her again several feet away. His eyes sharpened on each incarnation.
Three seconds between. Distracted. She would circle the boy in exactly…
He dove down from above, sword extended and precise. He prepared a perfect Octoslash -- ready to strike once, twice, eight times. He had the advantage. There was no room for error.
