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Shadows twisted and grew into more shadows as the light faded into nothing. Even the light that was supoosed to come from the stars was incapable of penetrating the darkness. Every step deeper inside felt like going deeper into the maws of death. No sane person would go here would they? After all, even the trees themselves grew in such a fashion that the only way it could be described was creepy.
The earth around this forsaken land even carried the scent of death. Yet to a certain soldier, it meant nothing. The fabric of her uniform scuffed, torn, and stained with blood. The breastplate scratched as if having been thrown across a nation. In the depths of the wood, it was hard to distinguish between colors and even what was or what wasn't living. Her gloved hand rested against the form of a tree as she reached up with the other to lightly touch the side of her mask. At her touch, the eyes would emit the faintest green light like a predator watching it's prey. Thanks to that, she could see a general view of the surrounding however the darkness seemed to permeate even that.
Moving forward, the l'cie would begin to tread through the forest. Her boots making the softest sound as she tread carefully, trying not to catch the attention of any animals nearby. In the distance, there was a pinpoint of light flickering almost like that of a fire. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she headed toward the single light in the darkness. "What mouse lurks in the darkness to hide from the light?" The question she posed, though quiet, would resound in the wood. Echoing from multiple directions but it came from one.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes didn't know why she would ever return to a place like this.
Over her many, many months spend wandering the unfamiliar world of Zephon, she had not had a single positive experience in the Headstone Forest. This was where she had met Terra, though that hadn't ended well. Celes had been in such a fragile state of mind at the time that she'd insisted they leave separately, and then she'd never found her friend again. Her second time in the forest, she'd had quite the awkward conversation with a certain Zack Fair before that too had ended in disaster. Celes didn't know what it was about the Headstone Forest, but it had a way of making her question reality.
Like meeting old friends around a flickering campfire.
Like finding herself desperate and alone in a familiar wasteland.
Even now, her neck still prickled at the echo of dry wind in her memory. She still caught the phantom smell of dried blood and polluted water. And when she closed her eyes, she still shivered at the lingering presence of that laugh.
She'd heard it in the Headstone Forest. The locals called it haunted. They said it brought out the worst in anyone, and for once, Celes believed the superstition. She'd seen it all herself, and knew that something dark lurked within. It called to her despite the nightmares, or maybe because of them. Whatever happened, whatever was real, Celes had the feeling that she might discover the truth in this forest. The uncertainty was driving her mad.
And so, she found herself back on the foggy paths of the Headstone Forest once again. She spent her day searching for something she couldn't explain. She spent the night by a campfire with one hand beneath her head and the other tight on the grip of her sword. She never slept well anymore, not in a secured hotel room and certainly not out in an open forest. Half-conscious, she scanned the ambient sounds of the forest for the crack of twigs, the soft growl of approaching monsters, or the whisper of colluding bandits. What she heard defied her expectations.
Speech, as clear and startling as though its speaker were standing right beside her: "What mouse lurks in the darkness to hide in the light?"
Celes was on her feet in an instant, sword drawn and magic sparking at her fingertips. Her breaths came sharp as she searched the shadows of the forest. She couldn't see anything beyond her own fire -- just rustling leaves and a backdrop of sheer black. She squared her stance defensively, waiting for an attack she was sure would come. "Show yourself," she demanded, though she had little faith that whatever lurked in the darkness would comply. Instead, she bit her tongue, waiting for a potential threat. Waiting for what might not even be real.
It was an honest surprise to see the swiftness the blonde moved with. The stance alone struck her as a militarized one. Obviously this unfamiliar stranger had some type of military training. Only one thing bothered her though. That flicker of magic. Magic was never meant to be held by mere humans.
She waited until the second demand came from the blonde's lips before she laughed. A coward? That was a word she hadn't heard in years and yet it still amused her. The last to call her such a thing fell at the hands of one of her creations. She stood just out of reach of the firelight before the former Magitek General but close enough so that her form could be seen. Without a single word, the battered form of the l'cie stepped into the light and stopped. "I am no coward, but I can't say the same for you if you instantly turn to magic. But then again, you seem so paranoid. So afraid that someone in no condition to fight could cause you harm." Her words were only half true. Yes she was battered, injured, and in no condition for an altercation but that didn't mean she wouldn't pry.
Through the lenses of her helm, her gaze followed any movement the ex general would make as a means of being prepared should she attack. Deliberately, her movements were slow as she lifted a hand to the tiger mask to take it off. With the mask removed, her own blonde locks fell in her face almost concealing her dark eyes. Though her body language said she was ready for anything, her eyes told another story. Those eyes told a story that any who had seen actual combat would recognize along with the weariness that came from those encounters.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes' gripped her sword tighter as a shadowy figure emerged from the night.
At first, the figure looked more feline than human with its wide cheeks, pointed ears, and glowing yellow eyes. Then Celes saw the loose pants, breastplate, and heavy leather gloves. Between the clothes and the mask, the mysterious figure looked like a ninja assassin moonlighting as a welder. The effect wasn't exactly reassuring.
"I am no coward," the figure said, muffled through the mask, "But I can't say the same for you if you instantly turn to magic."
"Excuse me?" Celes felt the magic at her fingertips spark even colder. She would have liked to have asked who wouldn't use magic in a situation like this, assuming it was available. She would have then demanded that the stranger explain what on earth it thought it was doing, sneaking around in the woods and startling whoever it came across. But that would have taken time that the stranger did not allow her. Instead, Celes was left gaping her silent offense as a singular question floated to mind.
'How did it know about my magic?'
"But then again," the figure continued. "You seem so paranoid. So afraid that someone in no condition to fight could cause you harm."
"Paranoid?"Celes felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Can you tell me who wouldn't be on the attack at strange voices in the night going on about hiding mice? You're lucky that I didn't kill you!" Celes let out a breath with the last of her complaints, half a sigh and half an offended kind of hmph. It wasn't until the figure stepped closer that she processed the last of its speech. 'In no condition to fight.'
Sure enough, the firelight reflected fresh blood shimmering from rips in the stranger's armor. It was only then that Celes noticed the slight limp in the figure's movements and the hesitance as it reached for its helm. There was a click, a scrape, and the mask lifted from the stranger's head. In its place emerged tight lips and blonde hair cut sharply at an angled chin. The woman before her looked no less threatening than the masked figure before it, but at least Celes could see her eyes. If nothing else, the woman looked more tired than malicious. Though Celes wasn't about to lower her sword.
"If you're wounded, then why did you threaten me?" Celes glanced from the bloodstains to the torn cloth to the heavily scuffed breastplate. The woman certainly wasn't lying about her condition, but all things considered, Celes couldn't help her rising suspicion. The woman hadn't acted like someone desperate and in need of aid. She'd acted like a predator stalking the woods for unsuspecting prey, and no amount of explaining could so easily wash away that kind of first impression. "That isn't the best way to ask for help, you know."
Qun'mi had to give the woman credit. Not only did she continue to keep her guard up but the questions were direct and to the point. She did raise a good point though but those would be the same questions anyone would ask. She didn't even try to protest the fact that the woman before her was offended and had every right to be. There was however a few things that were obviously overlooked.
Had I intended to hurt you, I'd have attacked first and asked questions later. I was simply inquiring about the character of person that would camp out in these woods and not to mention, I wouldn't ask for help unless I was drawing my last breath." She spoke truthfully but it was up to the other to decide if the words would be believed. That last sentence partially out of pride and partially out of a soldier's training. The entire time she spoke, her pose would still be at the ready but held a more defensive stature, as if waiting for that sword to swing. Should Celes choose to lower the blade, then she would relax.
The most she could do was shrug, her gaze never leaving Celes and that sword. "Let me see you nearly lose your life in the midst of war and wake up here. Tell me that you wouldn't have tried to get the upper hand on someone with the same skills as the people we were fighting? There's just one difference between you and them. Based on how you hold that weapon of yours and how you stand, I'd say you had some military training of your own. Or am I mistaken?" The question itself wasn't really designed to be answered, if anything she was trying to see if Celes would try and prove her wrong. While she waited, her hands moved to removed the leather gloves and pocket them, the movements still protective of that helm of hers.
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The woman claimed that she hadn't intended Celes harm. She claimed that calling out about mice in the woods was merely her way of saying hello. Then she told Celes that she hadn't wanted help at all. She wouldn't ask for it unless she was drawing her last breath, apparently. 'Then what do you want from me?' Celes wanted to ask, but that would have felt cold even for her. Instead, she simply watched the woman, blade held as steady as ever. If she was well enough for pride then she was well enough to attack.
"Let me see you nearly lose your life in the midst of war and wake up here," the woman said. "Tell me that you wouldn't have tried to get the upper hand on someone with the same skills as the people we were fighting?"
"Excuse me?" Celes gave the woman an odd look. 'Nearly lost your life?' 'Same skills?'
"There's just one difference between you and them," the woman continued. "Based on how you hold that weapon of yours and how you stand, I'd say you had some military training of your own. Or am I mistaken?"
For a moment, Celes didn't say anything. She wouldn't know what to say to that, and certainly not when she'd only just woken up. She looked at the woman like she was just as strange and inhuman as that feline helm had suggested. "Well," she tried once she'd regained speech,"I'm certainly not on any sides, and if that's your idea of gaining the upper hand, then I'd hate to see you at your clumsiest." Celes let out a short breath through her nose. "What was your plan if I had been your enemy? To get me on guard and then stumble half-dead into my sword? I'd have words with whoever trained you for that war of yours."
The woman had removed her gloves, and with it her advantage had she decided to wield a sword. Celes glanced from the gloves to the blood splashed across her front before slowly lowering her blade. When it seemed the woman wasn't about to use the opportunity to attack, Celes gave another short sigh and quickly sheathed it. "My name is Celes Chere. I used to be the general of an empire you've never heard of. So yes. You could say I've been trained. Better than you, it seems."
Some part of her cringed at the sharpness of her tongue, but her defenses hadn't lowered and her neck still bristled with irritation. She should have looked upon this injured woman kindly, but the idiocy of the situation held her like a vice. She brushed her hair back and crossed her arms heatedly. "I know you're not on your last breath, but I can help if you'd ask for it. As you noticed, I can use magic. A healing spell wouldn't be too much for me." She gave the woman a sharp look. "Unless you'd rather wait for death."
