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From the moment that Cecil had set foot here, he knew it to be wrong. There was no life in this place. There were no whistling canyons, no thick evergreen pines, no whistling plains cast in white. As Cecil’s boots clicked across the too-smooth stone, he could hardly comprehend the madness surrounding him.
This was not a place of light.
He didn’t know how long he had traveled. Had it been days? Weeks? Regardless, he had taken to the roads on the back of a chocobo, quiet and alone. He had helped a farmer with the wheels of his wagon, fending off some imps as they repaired the spoke. He had used his meager healing magic to aid a traveler who had twisted her ankle. Still, these small acts of kindness gave him no true purpose. He was a wanderer -- bereft of honor, title, or home. Only one thought kept him on his feet.
Rosa.
Where was she lost on this strange and foreign world? Where was anyone, and had they made the journey at all? Again and again, the vision resurfaced. He had been at the core of the moon -- the heart of his people and their darkness. The evil of Zeromus had overtaken them all in darkness, and then-
Cecil shuddered, his feet slowing to a stop. Here, he could feel Zeromus’ darkness like a heartbeat. Was this the world that Zemus had wanted? A world bereft of life? Plated in iron and stone?
”What’s he supposed to be? Some kind of knight?”
”Oh, I bet he’s from that videogame! You know! That one with the-?”
”From Provo maybe? They’re so weird.”
”Those poor, backwards-”
”Don’t stare!”
Cecil frowned. The townspeople were dressed strangely, all in trousers and jackets and thin cotton. They watched him, barely concealing their whispers as they slowed to get a better view. He was out of place, he knew, but when that place was here…
”Get out of the road!”
”What?” Cecil looked up in time to see a great, iron thing barrelling towards him faster than he could follow. His hand grasped his sword on instinct, pulling out his shield in an instant as he stepped back, readying himself. The thing barrelled forward, its lips drawn in a metallic smile, its eyes blaring with an unearthly yellow light. He prepared to meet it, heart pounding, readying himself to dodge when it screeched, swerving over the curb with a great bellow of its horn. Cecil blinked, mouth open.
”Is that…?”
A door opened, and a man flung himself out, stalking towards him. His face was red. ”What’s wrong with you?”
”I was just…” His head spun. Was it like an airship?”I hadn’t meant to-”
”I nearly hit a street light!”
Cecil looked from the man’s raging face to the vehicle he’d left behind. ”Is that a hover car?”
Whatever he’d said, it hadn’t been right. The crowd was talking again, hissing about foreigners and outsiders and how they never understood anything. The man looked ready to hit him before he cursed loudly and got back in his car. ”Damn outlander!” He grumbled as he slammed the door behind him. Cecil released his grip on his sword, frowning as he drifted uncertainly towards the crowd partitioned off on either side of the road. They parted for him.
”Where am I?” Cecil clutched his hand at his chest. There was no light to be found here. Of that, he was certain. ”Rosa.” She would never have come to such a place, and yet, it was still part of his search. Perhaps if he could find one of the others. Edge. Rydia. Kain.
Cloud. Tifa. Reeve. Yuffie. Vincent hadn’t realized how much he’d valued the friendship and camaraderie he’d shared with them. Not until they were gone. He’d long thought of himself as stoic, as a loner, someone who needs no one to get by. But, here in this new city in this new world, he felt a longing he hadn’t in so long. Not since before his near-death, not since he was fully human. Normal. He missed his friends. It was such a mundane emotion he almost didn’t know how to comprehend it. Maybe it was remembering them, after weeks of forgetting their importance in his life. Maybe it was simply due to a world’s separation that made him realize how much he yearned to tease Yuffie, to share a companionable silence with Cloud, or to discuss the state of humanity with Reeve. During his time in Sonora he’d heard rumors. A spikey-haired man with a huge sword. A bar called Seventh Heaven. How could that be a coincidence?
But he hadn’t seen any of them. Sonora was huge and sprawling. He’d looked, but had no success, not yet. He hoped today might be different. He’d spoken to the innkeeper, to shopkeepers, and restaurateurs. He’d asked anyone he could think of about the fabled Seventh Heaven bar and he finally had a lead. He hoped he could at least find Tifa. She seemed to be a sort of the heart of the organization, anyway. If he found her, surely she’d know where the others were.
So when the sun rose, Vincent departed the inn. The day was overcast, with the rays of sunlight barely filtering past the shifting clouds. But it was far nicer than the typical rain and snow that plagued the city. He wore only a simple black outfit, sincerely hoping the day didn’t sour later on. He’d finally given in and purchased a new, much more basic handgun that he strapped to his belt. Cerberus lay nearly forgotten in a drawer in his rented room. A relic and reminder of a different life. Vincent fit in more than he cared to admit as he walked down the wide Sonoran streets, stepping around puddles and dodging distracted pedestrians. It was almost as if he had lived here for years, not weeks. He was starting to understand the city layout and the surrounding lands almost as well as he’d understood Midgar. He might miss his friends, but he didn’t truly miss Gaia. He could make a living for himself here in Zephon just as well.
He was lost in thought, drifting between memories of friends he’d nearly forgotten. He still didn’t remember everything. Why had he slept in a coffin for so many long, lonely years? Had Lucrecia ever truly loved him? Where had Cloud been, last Vincent knew? And Yuffie, hadn’t he been going to visit her? The details were still fuzzy. But at least he wasn’t wandering around lost and disoriented still, as he had been the day he bumped into Caius in the park. How fortuitous had it been that one of the first people he encountered had been someone as knowledgeable and helpful as the blonde-haired mercenary? Vincent hadn’t kept in contact, but he was grateful for the man’s help.
He was still ruminating on how lost he had been on his first walk through Sonora when he noticed a very strange man walking down the middle of the street. It was incongruous. Like opening a window into the past in the middle of the industrialized city. He wore armor like some sort of ancient knight or something out of a television show. Vincent’s own plate-mail sabatons and gauntlet were outdated. He never wore them anymore, they made him stand out too much. But this man was dressed in a full plate armor set. He looked like he didn’t even belong in this universe.
But. Perhaps he didn’t? Hadn’t Vincent been this lost stranger not long before? Maybe the knight was from some other far-flung world, dragged from his own reality into the confusing steel mess of Sonora. He turned away, less intrigued by the man than the other residents of Sonora. But his attention snapped back when the car plowed towards the knight, screeching and swerving to avoid the man walking directly in its path. Vincent stopped and watched, ready to intervene. Ready to do something, if violence escalated.
But they just argued. The driver was irate, the knight was clearly perplexed and lost. Is that a hover car? His question was met with jeers and curses and the angry slamming of a car door. Damn it all, Vincent thought as he watched the man wander away clutching a hand to his plated chest. He passed through the townspeople who hurled insults at him.. I can’t let him get killed by a car, he decided with resignation. Seventh Heaven would have to wait.
Vincent waited until there was no traffic and hurried across the street. The knight was easy to follow in the crowd. The others parted easily for him so Vincent had no trouble catching up. He’d been so grateful for Caius’ help. Surely he couldn’t let another strange traveler wander the unforgiving streets of Sonora without offering a similar sort of aid.
So he stepped toward the man. While he carried a large sword, he didn’t seem inclined to use it even against the jeering citizens of Sonora. Vincent remained wary, in case the knight changed his mind and attacked. But he stepped into his path as the man murmured, Rosa and nodded a sharp greeting.
“You look lost,” he stated, rather obviously. “Is there somewhere you’re looking for?”
Even in his wildest dreams, Cecil could not have dreamt of this place. It was cold. Bustling. Loud. He took a long breath, looking up to the brick-faced buildings stacked at least three stories high like castle walls. Strange lights beamed outside of them, pulsing with a strange and ethereal rhythm. He felt like a desert bird tossed from the sky. Where was he? And how was this possible?
”You look lost.”
Cecil looked up to see a man approach. He was strange to say the least, clad in a red cape and black leather. Cecil felt his eyebrows furrow as the man asked, ”Is there somewhere you’re looking for?”
That was a hard question to answer, wasn’t it? He sought Baron, a world and a lifetime away. He sought his friends and the love he had lost along the way. Still, despite the man’s fearsome exterior, he seemed kind behind those cold and unknowable eyes. He reminded him of Kain.
”Not really.” Cecil tried for a smile. ”I came here looking for someone. I wasn’t expecting this.” He looked off towards the city once more. How bright it was, even for night. How gray and lifeless. Far away, he heard the hum of those strange hover cars. It was like something he’d have found stashed away in the depths of the moon. An alien world. A lost world.
”Why did you approach me? The others seem…” He shook his head, uncertain of the word. Scornful? Cautious? ”Do you know this place?”
The man certainly seemed more adapted than Cecil was. There was something about his muted colors and high-waisted belts that put him more at ease with the iron and the sleet.
”I’m Cecil.” Cecil turned to him, a more genuine smile at his lips. ”And you are?”
The armor-clad man seemed completely overwhelmed. He stared upwards, at the skyscrapers and high rises. His face was a picture of bafflement. As Vincent approached him, the man turned his gaze to him. Now Vincent was the subject of his confusion. His pale eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him, snagging on his cape. Perhaps his attire was as strange to the knight’s eyes as the plate armor was to Vincent.
Just as many others in Sonora, the man said he was looking for someone. It seemed to Vincent that few came to Sonora because they wanted to be there. They came searching for those they had lost. If Vincent’s own search was any indication, they weren’t always successful in locating each other.
As they talked, Vincent led the man off the road so there would be no further car-related altercations. He stood with him on the sidewalk, illuminated by the bright street lights. The citizens of Sonora whispered and pointed as they walked past, giving Vincent and the knight a wide berth. Why did you approach me? he asked of Vincent.
Vincent shrugged. “Not long ago I was lost here, too.” He gestured at the road as another car sped past them. It went by so fast that Vincent felt his cape and hair rustle in the breeze. “And I didn’t want to watch you get hit by a car.” He asked if Vincent knew Sonora. Did he? It had been weeks and he’d managed to fit in quite well. He knew the sectors and the streets, he even knew some of the people. “I suppose I do know it now. This city is called Sonora, and it’s not unlike a city I lived in years ago,” he explained. Clearly this man, clad in ancient armor, didn’t come from anywhere like Midgar.
The man was named Cecil. He introduced himself with a smile. “My name is Vincent,” he offered with a nod. “Do you plan on staying here in Sonora?” he asked Cecil, eyes drifting again over the strange attire. He’d have to find something else to wear if he wanted any chance of blending into the city. And he’d need a quick lesson on roads and cars.
The man directed him to the side, and Cecil followed, stepping lightly up onto a curb. Even as they spoke, he couldn’t help his wandering eyes. The people here were dressed so plainly in drab and dark colors woven into fabrics he’d never seen. The stone paths were impossibly smooth beneath his feet. Everywhere, there was the smell of exhaust. He knew it from the airships of Baron, and yet this felt different. Pervasive. It matched a city lit in dismal gray. This was a place without life.
The man carried with him a kind of silent weight, shrugging before he gave his careless answer. ”Not long ago I was lost here too,” he said. He glanced to the space they’d left behind, and Cecil stiffened as he felt another rumble of approaching wheels, saw the flash of metal, and felt the cold draft of rushing air. He stared at it, wild-eyed and stunned. Why were these hover cars roaming the streets of a populated city? It was only a matter of time before someone got hurt.
”Thank you,” he said without looking away from the path of those barreling menaces. He should have stood his ground, raising his sword and magic against it. They had to be stopped. Why did it alarm no one else?
Least of all the man before him. ”I suppose I know it now. This city is called Sonora, and it’s not unlike a city I lived in years ago.”
”You lived somewhere like this?” He couldn’t strip the disbelief from his voice. How could anyone live in such a place? ”I’m sorry. Your experience is valuable.”
Valuable and entirely foreign to him. Cecil would have to learn quickly.
”I won’t be staying,” he said. Cecil finally turned to this man -- Vincent. ”I heard of this place from a friend. I’m in search of my companions, and I thought that maybe…” His eyes drifted to the road again. Could they truly be here, hiding among the crowds and city’s towering parapets? His eyebrows furrowed. If they’d had the misfortune of finding themselves in this place then it was only a matter of time before they too were hit by a car.
”I’ll keep what you taught me in mind. And stay out of the road.” Cecil smiled sheepishly. It was still such a twisted thought. The road, meant for the people, overtaken by such merciless machines? ”I won’t take any more of your-”
Footsteps. Someone was approaching. Cecil looked behind him to see the hard eyes of three men dressed in black and blue. Their uniforms were well pressed with sharp shoulders and thick boots. Cecil frowned at them. He could tell at a glance that they did not mean well.
”A knight.” The man at the lead touched his forehead, rubbing at his temple. ”I thought someone must have lost their mind.”
He was a man with stiff hair and a stiffer expression. His belt was heavily laden with black tools that Cecil couldn’t identify. The two others fell into place behind him, gripping the tools with hardened eyes. One was smirking.
Cecil frowned. ”Can I help you?”
”There were reports of someone disrupting the peace.” Without warning, the other two grabbed him, turning him around and pinning him against the wall with his arms twisted behind his back.
Cecil was too stunned to resist, and too confused after the fact to sputter something more than, ”Did I do something wrong?”
”Be careful. These types can be trouble.”
Cecil felt his mouth open and then close. These were enforcers of the law, he thought. The guards of Baron had been strict, but just not so merciless. Had their king enacted some kind of harsh rule? Were there sentences merely for standing in the street?
”I mean you no harm.”
”Take his sword!”
Cecil’s head spun. Could he break the laws of a sovereign nation by resisting? Was it better to fight them so that he could explain himself?
Sonora was a strange and cruel place. For not the first time, he was left speechless.
probable fight and explusion from Sonora is probable
Too much hope is the opposite of despair
The knight seemed disbelieving, almost horrified when Vincent mentioned he lived in a similar place. It must seem completely awful and foreign to someone from a place where the knight’s armor was commonplace. Vincent knew the other cities of Zephon, Provo and Torensten, were nothing like the technologically advanced city in the frozen north. He could only assume this man had come from one of those southern cities, or perhaps somewhere Vincent didn’t know about yet. There didn’t seem to be a lot of knowledge about the world of Zephon past the small area shown on the maps.
The man went on to say he was looking for companions and journeyed to Sonora in hopes he might find them. Vincent certainly couldn’t remember ever seeing another person in Sonora who looked anything like the armored man so there was nothing helpful he could say. He just nodded in response and was about to say a cautionary farewell to the man but they were interrupted before Vincent could say anything.
From behind the strange traveler came three men dressed in the uniform of the Sonoran guard. Vincent tensed immediately and narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what happened and if he would need to intervene. The Sonoran guard wasn’t known for its tolerance and peacefulness. And the guns, tasers, and batons strapped to the men’s belts didn’t ease his tension in the slightest, especially when their hands rested on the grips of the pistols.
Vincent nearly groaned at the polite, innocent words of the knight. He asked if he could help, or if he did something wrong. He was going to be too easy of a target for these guards, too trusting and polite in the face of their xenophobism. The knight did nothing to resist when two of the guards grabbed him and pinned him against the wall none too gently, he seemed baffled and confused more than angry.
Vincent, meanwhile, was enraged. These guards were no better than the Turks, blindly upholding law and order in Midgar with no thought of how they affected people. They were clearly biased against anything abnormal and unrecognizable, like an innocent armor-clad traveler. “Take his sword!” one of the guardsmen yelled and Vincent knew he had to act. The knight wouldn’t be much help in a fight without his sword. And Vincent wasn’t sure he wanted to face the three of them alone.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he cautioned the guard in a low voice. “This man has broken no laws.” His own hand rested on his gun now. And if they didn’t back down, if they tried to shoot or attack the man, he had the Time materia ready to slow them and take action. “Let him go and we will be on our way.” With his free hand, Vincent forcibly pushed one of the guards holding the man away. He glanced at the pale man, hoping he would be ready to fight if the three guards didn’t give up and leave them alone.
So overwhelmed by his own shock, Cecil had nearly forgotten his brooding companion. While they had been on the verge of parting ways, it seemed that Vincent had no intention of leaving him behind. Instead, he spoke with a deadly seriousness that chilled Cecil with dread: ”I wouldn’t do that.”
Was he merely arguing Cecil’s case? Cecil wanted to believe it so, but he couldn’t. As a man of battle, he knew that tone well. It was not a threat, but a warning. This man was like Kain in one way that Cecil hadn’t expected. He did not bluff.
Neither, it seemed, did the guards. They scoffed at Vincent’s words -- perhaps unaware of their meaning -- and started a retort that ended the moment that Vincent laid a hand upon them. The man at Cecil’s back stumbled and lost his grip, but the other two were already yelling, pulling their strange machines from their belt and pointing them at Vincent like bows.
”Stand down!”
”You’re resisting arrest!”
Was that what they were doing? Cecil stumbled back on instinct, raising his shield and gripping at his sword. He was a knight -- trained from birth in combat and discipline. His body moved on its own accord.
”Please! We mean no harm!” Cecil said again, but he might as well have been trying to stop the tides. They advanced, and Cecil closed his eyes.
If he had been alone, he would have gladly faced their justice, but this man now faced the same. This man who had so kindly helped him and who now stood as an ally at his side.
”If you will not stand down then I will have no choice but to fight.” Cecil opened his eyes, resolute and unwavering. Once in battle, there was no room for uncertainty. Right or wrong, darkness or light, that could only be determined once the swords were sheathed.
He pulled his sword, his shield angled in his defense. He would stand between these men and the unexpected ally at his side. He had no other choice.
It was abundantly clear they wouldn’t get out of this altercation without bloodshed. Vincent didn’t want to kill the guardsmen, but neither could he stand by and let them haul the confused and disoriented Cecil into custody. He’d heard horror stories of the jails and prisons in the city, and few kind words about the legal system. Sonora was a militarized city. It wasn’t difficult to see how such a system would fail this traveler.
Cecil stumbled away from the guards, free from their grasps. To Vincent’s relief, he held fast to his sword and shield still. He pleaded, one last time, for the guards to stand down. But Cecil’s words fell on deaf ears. The guards were enraged at being disobeyed and questioned and their guns were raised. There was no avoiding the coming altercation.
Civilians screamed and ran past, pointing and shouting, jostling to get away from the five of them. Vincent took advantage of the momentary chaos to reach for his materia and cast Time on the lead guardsman, slowing him. The man looked shocked and stumbled, each movement exaggerated and slow. He started reaching for something at his belt, maybe a communication device, but it would take him a long time to complete the action. Long enough for Vincent and Cecil to engage the remaining two and hopefully find an escape. Vincent had no plans on sticking around for back up to arrive. He’d meant to travel out of Sonora soon anyway, it looked like fate was making the decision for him.
One guard fired the first bullet. The sound was deafening, made worse by the horrible clang as it ricocheted harmlessly off of the knight’s shield. Vincent raised his own gun and fired three times in quick succession at the man closest to him. He knew at least one bullet found its mark by the yell of pain and the trickle of blood on his uniform. It wasn’t a killing shot, but it was enough to make him drop his weapon in shock and pain as his arm slowly turned crimson.
“We need to get out of here before they summon back-up!” he yelled over the chaos and confusion at Cecil. The slowed man was trying to send off a garbled plea for help. Vincent only hoped no one could understand his words.
They’d caused a panic around them. The people of this city. Cecil’s heart was heavy with the weight of his burden. No matter the circumstances, he had chosen his path -- one of chaos over order. He had struck fear into these people, and for that, he could blame none but himself.
Vincent brought his hand to his chest, and with it came a swirl of magical power. Cecil blinked in surprise. A mage? He hadn’t expected it from his attire though he supposed that the cape was enough of a giveaway. In moments, the magical glyphs faded around him, and the spell was cast. Cecil couldn’t tell at once what his ally had done, but it became quickly apparent. Their attacker had grown weary. His movements carried an unnatural weight as though wading through water. Cecil smiled weakly. ”Slow.”
The man was a white mage then? How strange. He didn’t seem like one who carried the light.
There was a sharp, startling sound that pierced the air like a cannon, and Cecil felt his shield buck with the force of something unknowable. Cecil staggered back, alarmed as he stared back at the two remaining foes. Was it some kind of magic? An arrow blessed with the power of thunder? He didn’t have long to wonder before another three shots fired, and Cecil was left standing bewildered and lost among them. One of the men cried out in pain, staggered back as blood blossomed from his chest in dark petals.
Cecil stood with his sword raised, sword still brandished at his side. Chaos sounded around him. The crowd had dispersed. What was he to do?
His ally made the decision for him. ”We need to get out of here before they summon back-up!” he cried, and Cecil nodded, still not entirely certain of himself. Another round struck his shield with a metallic clang, and Cecil withstood it before turning to run. It was no easy task with the crowds in their mad frenzy.
Cecil pushed them gently aside, frowning as he toppled a woman who gave a sharp cry of alarm as she hit the ground. ”I’m sorry!” Cecil stopped to offer her his hand before another fire sounded and he winced. He seized her hand anyway, wrenching her upright as he met her eye. ”Get away from here,” he said. ”Take to the side streets. It isn’t safe.”
She stared at him before nodding numbly. Cecil watched her sprint away, brow furrowed. He had lost precious time.
The guards closed in on them, not from one side but from the back as well. There were more now. Five rather than three. The others must have heard the commotion. Cecil stepped back until he was cornered against the wall. He looked to Vincent. He had only one choice.
”Come close to me!” he said urgently. The guards kept their weapons raised, demanding that the two drop their own. Cecil brought his hands together, eyes closed in concentration.
The power of a Paladin. It flowed through him in its cleansing light. The power of his father. Of his people.
A light shot up from their feet, engulfing them in a runic circle. It blinded Cecil, obscuring his view before the city melted away around him and he felt the familiar turn of his stomach. For a moment, he felt he was falling through some great void and then his feet landed hard and his weight rushed to meet him. When the light cleared, their position had changed. He knew not where, but it was better than where they’d left. In the distance, he heard shouts of alarm. Cecil let out a sigh of relief.
”Teleport,” he said, smiling weakly. He gave Vincent an apologetic look. ”I’m sorry for the trouble. But that should give us time.”
Vincent followed Cecil, hurrying through the streets of Sonora to get away from the pursuing guards. They pushed through the panicked crowds, Cecil pausing to apologize to a woman he accidentally knocked over. Vincent turned to yell at him to keep going but was drowned out by the sound of another shot being fired. Damn it. How the hell were they going to get out of this?
Vincent inwardly cursed himself for interfering. But even as he was chastising himself, he knew he would have chosen to do the same thing if given the chance to redo. As much as he might not want to admit it, there was no way Vincent could ever stand idly by and watch an innocent person like Cecil befall some sort of misery. When had he become so noble? He blamed influence from people like Aerith.
But, now because of that stupid nobility, Vincent stood beside Cecil as the woman scurried away. They were surrounded. Guards came from behind and closed them in. There was nothing for it, nothing but trying to use his fire materia and causing complete and utter destruction. He didn’t really want to watch the guards burn to death, but he wasn’t going to let them be taken in either. Not when they’d certainly be executed now.
But before Vincent could do anything, Cecil was speaking urgently to him. "Come close to me!" Vincent didn’t know what he was going to do, but the knight clearly had a plan. So he quickly obeyed, laying a hand on the other man’s shoulder as Cecil brought his hands together, almost as if in prayer.
He didn’t know what to expect. He had no expectations, but he was still dumbfounded when light engulfed them. Vincent couldn’t see anything but blinding light everywhere. He could only feel the plate mail of Cecil’s shoulder armor beneath his hand. The entire world seemed to fracture around them and a wave of nausea and disorientation washed over him. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the disorienting feeling ended and Vincent felt solid ground beneath his feet again. He stumbled away from Cecil and gasped.
"Teleport," the other man explained with an apologetic look. Vincent blinked and took a deep breath, trying to settle his stomach. “Well that was… different. But useful, thank you.” He waved off Cecil’s apology for the trouble and looked around them. They were still in Sonora, but nowhere near where they’d been with the guards. Mercifully, Vincent recognized their new position. They were close to another one of the gates out of the city.
“Out that way,” he pointed down a wide street. “That’s another exit gate. We can leave the city that way. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be able to find who you’re looking for here.” If the person Cecil was looking for looked anything like him, like a character from an old fantasy video game, Vincent doubted they’d be here anyway. “We should hurry before they find us again.”
