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year 5, quarter 3
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(Things aren't working well enough for me to be ABLE to make Kain a template right now. Once I have stable internet I'll be able to get a nice box for him, but till then, just plain ol' text!
Tag: @rosa)
The night air was cold and unforgiving. The wind whispered gently, carrying upon its breath a deathly chill. Monsters shuffled about in the shadows, though they dared not approach the only source of light upon the mountain. The crackle of fire was not what frightened them off- Instead, it was instinct to survive. To evade that which would surely end the life of any threat to it. An animal far surpassing any other; a dragon.
Or a Dragoon, rather.
In the solitude of Mount Ordeals, Kain made his abode atop the many peaks and ridges. He had long since retired for the night, having spent the entire day training himself, battling the monsters he tracked, skinning, cooking, and surviving without the conveniences of the cities and towns. The only water he drank was of the springs, few though they were, and not of the man-made wells. His only food was of the beasts he slew and carved himself. This was the new life Kain Highwind now had to look forward to. It was what he chose for himself.
Solitude. Peace. Safety, not from monsters, but from the pain he certainly would feel being around the ones he cared for. He was here to protect himself, or perhaps to protect them. Training was a goal, but surely he could do so at home, just as easily as here. No, he used the mountain as an excuse to hide away, though it was no real secret that the Dragoon was here. The Mysidians had taken to calling the great mountain the 'Dragoon's Nest,' from what he heard of travelers and sightseers. But all of this was of little consequence now. All that mattered was that the lids covering Kain's violet eyes had begun to feel heavy. Sleep was ready to take him for another night.
But something...unusual caught his ear. Beyond the gentle whipping of the wind, something else was there. Words. A whisper. "You are..." The voice trailed off, but nevertheless, it had done the job of gaining Kain's attention well enough. Darting to his feet, spear clasped in his left hand, Kain glanced to where the words seemed to come from. "Who are you?!" Kain sternly demanded. He took no pleasure in company so late, and even less from dirty tricksters. The voice felt oddly familiar, but no matter how Kain tried, he couldn't place exactly where he knew it from. But as his now-fully awake eyes glanced in the direction the voice came from, he started to have some idea. It was the peak... Only a few ridges away.
Kain stepped away from his fire, into the darkness, his keen, trained eyes peering through the shadows like a cat's, making all within them visible to him almost as plainly as they would be in the daytime. The monsters, both the living and the dead, scurried away from the mighty Dragoon as he stepped forth. His armor did well to send the message across, too- They saw the purple plate and dragon decor, and they knew, bellied within him was the strength of a dragon.
His feet carried him to the edge of the ridge he rested on, and across a long gorge was the solemn peak of Mount Ordeals. The place where Kain had heard the whisper originate. ...I'll clear that with ease. Kain was confident, and needed only a single step back from the edge, before pushing himself forward, power swelling within his mighty legs, until it all exploded out with a kick up from the ground. Putting his peerless jumping abilities on display, Kain cleared the wide chasm with nary a hint of trouble, and landed gently on the other side.
The white rocks now beneath his feet felt familiar. Yes, he'd come to the peak many times since making Mount Ordeals his home. Something often felt unusual about it, but only now did Kain find some proof to solidify his gut feeling. Stepping ever onward, the Dragoon moved up the path, rounding the final corners, to reach the very top of the mountain. The highest point. Violet eyes glanced to the formation of stones, and as he approached and readied his hand to investigate the surface of the middle-most pillar, the strange voice once again spoke to him.
"Dragoon... You are the one who..."
"What?!" Kain gasped. Light exploded from within the stone, enveloping every inch of the Dragoon's body, shining so bright his sight was stolen from him, and the peak itself was completely whited out. Kain felt some strange warmth from the light, warding away his fears that it was evil, and inviting him in. When the light faded and his violet eyes could once again see, he witnessed a large mirror upon the wall before him, and was inside of some strange chamber.
"Where am I?" Kain pondered absently, his Black Dragon Spear held tightly in the grip of his left hand, ready for battle. He hadn't felt this place was a trap, but he learned to keep his guard up at all times after all that he'd gone through. "Dragoon... You must become... You are destined to..." The voice whispered more and more, but each time Kain felt progress might be made, it seemed to trail off like an elder. Kain pleaded for the information. "What? What must you say?" Kain stepped toward the mirror, gazing at his own reflection.
The sight of his purple armor made him swell with pride. He felt elated to see it in full without needing to take it off. But the longer he stared into the mirror, the more Kain could feel himself becoming lost in it. The imagery. The idea. The perfect Dragoon. His father. The mirror brought many strange, long-since forgotten thoughts fresh to mind. But as he stared within, a shadow began to peer through the reflection back. But just as something seemed to be happening within it, light once again erupted around Kain's subject of interest.
"You are not yet ready..."
As light once again took away his sight and forced the lids shut, Kain felt something else wrap his body. It wasn't the warm, inviting light that brought him here. Instead, it was cold, harsh. Even more than the night air upon the mountain. And it was cruel, whipping against his skin, pulling at his face, and threatening to remove the helmet from his head and reveal the long, flowing blond hair beneath. His eyes shot open again quickly, the moment he could no longer see the brightness from behind his eyelids, and he witnessed something else before him.
Falling from high above the clouds, wind thrashing violently against his form, Kain realized the mountain he was flying down toward was not Mount Ordeals. It was an entirely different once. No peaks in common, no ridges familiar, and even more strange is that this place, now, was in the middle of the day! Kain gripped his spear tightly, riding the wind down, using his gravity-defying prowess to steer himself toward a safe, rocky ridge. His legs kicked down as he made his final approach, shifting from his diving position to a landing one, and with the grace of a cat, Kain's feet landed firmly upon the rocks, not a crack or crash to be heard. Nothing more than the whip of air as his momentum spread out, brushing dirt away from his feet in a puff.
Kain raised his right hand, using the tip of his index finger to push the nose of his helm up, giving himself a clearer picture of his surroundings. The mountain was indeed different... His eyes darted around, taking in all that they could. His ears perked up, hearing everything within range. His nose flared slightly, sniffing all the new scents the wafted around him. Surely this was some trick... Kain lowered his finger, letting his helmet settle upon his head once again, the shadow cast by it hiding his eyes. There was an investigation to be done.
That was the first thing she noticed as she opened her eyes blearily into the mid-afternoon sun. She felt a wind rushing through her cape and hair, the distinct toppling of gravity, and then the mountain took her.
Rosa couldn't help a scream as she made impact. Rocks slammed into her pauldrons, momentum sent her toppling over sideways, skidding and scraping across jagged stone, weeds, and bristles, until she was thrown into something very solid that jutted into her back and sent her vision dark. She let out another pained cry as her head cracked against the ground, and she laid there limp, waiting for her thoughts to come back to her. For the heat of a potion, a phoenix down -- anything.
The wind whistled in her ear. It snatched at her cape and brought a sharp chill against the blood on her arms. Slowly, Rosa opened her eyes.
An inch in front of her was a dandelion jutting out of cracked stone. Beyond that, a few blades of yellowed grass. Her rocky ledge extended for maybe six feet before it dropped into endless sky. Behind her was the rough face of a cliff.
She found no anxious faces. Heard no worried voices. Rosa was alone.
Her muscles screamed as she sat up. Banged, bruised, bleeding. Rosa touched her forehead and drew blood. Perhaps a concussion, if she was unlucky. She drew her legs close and took inventory of her wounds: a bruised spine, several deep scrapes across hers arms and hands, scratches down her legs through her tights, a bleeding head (maybe concussed). Rosa knew what she would prescribe anyone else -- rest, bandages, keep it all clean, and don't open the wounds. That would do her nothing now. Rosa took a labored breath and touched each of her wounds in turn. Magic came to her slowly, but the healing arts had been so deeply ingrained that she cast them by instinct alone. Her wounds did not disappear, but the pain numbed -- perhaps enough to walk. Rosa grit her teeth and stood.
"Hello?" Her call echoed back to her, useless against the cliff-face. "Hello? Is someone...?" But who would hear her on this lonely mountain? She saw empty cliffs. She saw broken slabs of rock. She saw no people. No animals. Nothing but a nearby scrub bush laden with juniper berries.
Her ankle gave, and Rosa scrabbled for a grip against the cliff to keep from falling. Her ankle throbbed -- twisted, maybe. She added that to her list of injuries.
Rosa scanned above her for a hold. The cliff extended only about nine feet before it leveled into something that might have been a path. It wasn't safer, exactly, but she saw grass there and the swaying of a wildflower. Was that where she had fallen from?
But no. The angle wasn't right. Rosa had been thrown into the cliff. She had skidded at its edge and then tumbled to a stop. Which left her point of entry as...the sky. In other words impossible. Rosa tried not to think on it too heavily. What was important now wasn't the how, but the what. If nothing else, she just had to survive.
Rosa took a step back to survey the cliff, but nearly tripped as her foot caught something solid. She stumbled just an inch from the ledge and then regained her balance. Her heel had caught a taught-laced string and a wooden arc. Her bow. Rosa lifted it with trembling fingers.
It was as though whatever had dropped her here had tossed it beside her. She felt for her belt and gave a sigh of relief as her finger the sharpened tips of arrows. If nothing else, she had this. Rosa wouldn't die here. Not today.
Not alone.
She slid the bow safely over one shoulder and grabbed whatever cracks she could manage jutting from the cliff wall. Just nine feet. Rosa took a deep breath, steadied herself, and began to climb. The cliff was not straight, but slightly slanted so that she could crawl along so long as she kept traction. Hard soil loosed itself in clumps beneath her fingers. Her heels scrabbled at cracked pebbles. Her wounds widened in the movement, openly bleeding. Rosa grit her teeth to keep herself from crying out in pain.
Rosa heaved herself over the top and then rolled until she was flat on her back. Her breath came panting. Her blood came slick on snagging grasses. Rosa closed her eyes.
Rosa couldn't remember what she'd last seen. Towers, maybe. Great stone gates and glittering blue canals. Baron, she thought, though the fog in her head made it hard to be sure. A concussion. Yes, she was sure of it now. That's why her thoughts came so slowly. Images crept across her eyelids like molasses.
The desert. It expanded around in her in every direction. Endless. Hungry. It lapped at her ankles as though seeking to bury her. Her head had felt like this then too, as she'd stumbled her way towards the nearest shadow on the horizon. Her thoughts had slowed, her body had numbed, and then her mind was swallowed in darkness.
It was just the same, except that now she was freezing. Her fingers were like ice.
The mountain. She was stranded on a mountain, and she couldn't let herself stay here. Rosa forced her eyes open and winced at the light that filled them. Once again, she struggled to her feet. The path here was wider, safer, more hospitable. Still, there was no one.
"Cecil!" Her cry echoed against empty caverns, empty paths, empty ravines. "Cecil!" His answer did not come. Alone. She was alone.
"Edge! Rydia!" Her mind slipped through their names, calling before she knew why. Her feet stumbled forward. "Yang! Cid!" Her ankle gave again and Rosa clutched desperately at loose rocks in the cliff-face. She put all her weight against them, grasping as she struggled for balance. Blood slid down her forehead and dripped from her chin. She'd been hurt too badly. She needed help. She needed...
"Kain." The name came quietly. Not a realization, but a memory. Kain, her oldest friend. Kain, her captor and betrayer. The thought of it sent a shudder down her neck, but she found herself calling his name right beside the others. "Kain!"
