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The so called 'city' of Provo was, it was developing, nothing of the sort. It was the type of nation that would proudly wear the name of 'country' back on Gaia. It felt endless, as if it stretched out into infinity. Beatrix had always felt that Alexandria was large, and often felt daunted on the occasions she visited Lindblum and realised how much larger it was, but even Lindblum paled in comparison to Provo, which stretched so far out into the open and to neighbouring villages that it took of all her wits not to end up hopelessly lost.
Monsters formed a small problem on the outskirts of the city, it seemed, but not to such an extent Beatrix initially found either entertainment or employment in dealing with them. They did not challenge her, and seemed to mostly keep to the forests to avoid being a true danger. However, it was not danger that Beatrix sought, nor was that why she was currently marching through one of the forests on the outskirts of Provo. Foul beasts didn't concern her, but she had now heard a few tales of a summoner who had called monsters to aid her nearby, and Beatrix knew of only two people that could be. The young girl, Eiko Carol, or Queen Garnet herself. If it was Eiko, well, she may have information on where Beatrix could find the Queen, and if it was Garnet herself, it would mean the initial trial of Beatrix's journey was over. After that, all that would be required would be for her to find a way to get both the Queen and herself back to Alexandria.
It was that thought that almost allowed the small Drake to get a drop on her. It must have been lurking in the branches, and it dropped with a shriek, mouth snapping. Of course, Beatrix's reactions were more than fast enough to jump backwards, avoiding where it landed, drawing her sword instantly. She allowed a smile to dance across her lips.
"Oh, good. I feared there was nothing here to challenge me," she smirked. The beast roared at her in response, and advanced, jaws snapping and wings flailing. It flew up into the air, its long clawed feet extending towards her as it prepared to attack. Beatrix stood her ground, sword in hand. She had no reason to fear. She had fought much worse than one tiny Drake. If she closed her eye she could still feel the Red Rose rumble beneath her feet as the mighty army of Silver Dragons slammed into it, battering the vessel as they defended the Invincible on its run towards the Iifa Tree. Now those had been dragons. This creature was but a babe in comparison. The creature flew at her, making the decision to charge, angling its body and its jaw towards her. Beatrix calmly stepped aside, and swung her sword downwards in an arc, cleaving the beast's head clean from its body.
It crashed down behind her, body still twitching. "Alas, I can see that I remain correct," she said casually, flipping her hair back as she flicked her sword clean and sheathed it. Truthfully, it was a good sign. If the Queen was in these parts and alone, these beasts shouldn't be too much of a danger to her with her summoning abilities. It meant that the summoner who had been sighted; Garnet or Eiko, for who else could it be, would remain safe until she could find them.
But the battle had been enough to dull her senses for a moment, which was why she was startled when she became aware that somebody was watching her. She span quickly, drawing her blade. "State your name and business!" she declared quickly, ready to fight once again if needed...
"You'd make a good knight," he says to the best knight in Gaia
I will turn darkness into hallowed light
Provo was a marvel, and Cecil could only stare in wonder.
The city wasn’t like the cold and lifeless streets of Sonora. That too had been marvel, but there had been no joy there and no love either. The people had taken to themselves, building towers that pierced the sky even as they turned from each other. The too-smooth stone had felt unforgiving beneath his feet. Their great monuments had been hollow idols of metal and glass. In the end, the place had been no friend to him, and he had returned the feeling in kind.
Provo was not like that.
Cecil smiled at the children skipping rope, the woman pounding a nail into a loose door frame, and the market stalls laden with sweet smelling lavender and chamomile. He stepped carefully along the winding canals, giving short nods to the gondolas that paddled past. The people here were busy, but not cold. It had a certain industrial spirit that reminded him of the shipyards of Baron. Cecil closed his eyes, breathing river water and wheatgrass.
This place was alive. Its streets pulsed with a bustling spirit. This was where he would find them, he thought. If ever there was such a place.
Rumors had drawn him here. He’d heard it on the tongues of traveling merchants and villagers grateful for their lives. They told of a summoner in this city who used her power to help the downtrodden and those struck by misfortune. A summoner. Had he been anywhere else, he would have known her in a breath. Rydia. The last summoner of Mist. Even now, the name of that place twisted his heart in its dark regret, but he could not look away. If Rydia were here...If she had survived…
There was a terrible shriek, and Cecil jolted, hand instinctively at his sword. Shouts of fear followed, and Cecil charged towards the danger without a thought. A girl ran past him, stumbling over the hem of her dress and pointing behind her. ”A dragon!” she cried, ”But why…?”
Cecil’s blade was brandished in an instant, his shield raised. Whatever endangered these people, he would meet it head on and draw its ire. And yet, by the time that he had pushed past the fearful crowd, he found nothing to face. In the dragon’s stead stood a woman. She scoffed dismissively, flicking blood off her sword’s edge.
Cecil stood still, staring at her. Even from this distance, he was struck by her power. She was straight-backed, confident, and cool. She sheathed her blade with a practiced grace and then stopped as though sensing something. She spun on her heel to face him. ”State your name and business!”
Cecil was too stunned to answer.
She was at once both beautiful and formidable. Her hair was thick in lustrous curls. Her armor was thick about her arms and shoulder, and she wore a long duster jacket over tight leggings stained in red. She glared at him with a single, striking eye. The other was shielded in metal.
”I didn’t mean to startle you,” Cecil said. His sword was still held at the ready. He flourished it to the side before sheathing it at his hip. ”I heard tell of a dragon. It seems I came too late.” His eye slanted on drake, twitching and headless at her feet. Had she slain it alone? He felt a kind of fondness within him alongside a rising respect.
”You must be formidable with a sword,” he said. ”You would make a good knight.”
Beatrix took in the man who had arrived, weapon raised, ready to battle the dragon and doubtlessly rescue some fair damsel. He had that look about him, the dashing romantic hero racing off into battle, shield and sword ready for any challenge. Of course, Beatrix was no damsel, and by the time he arrived, she was quite content that the Drake wasn't going to bother anybody else again. He seemed to be approaching her with diplomacy, as if she was some delicate flower that had to be coddled. That irritated her somewhat. Was the head of the Drake at her feet not evidence enough of her prowess? "I assure you, I remain quite unstartled," she replied coolly. Sensing that he was no threat, or perhaps merely to irk him back, Beatrix sheathed her weapon and tossed her hair back as she appraised him. A sign that she didn't consider him worthy of keeping her weapon drawn, and yes, perhaps a little bit petty on her part, but it was also cordial. After all, keeping a weapon drawn was overly cautious, not doing so was merely polite. It was just a happy coincidence that it also carried the subtext of 'I could eviscerate you with my pinkie, I don't need a sword'. "A lesser drake, not a dragon. I've fought dragons, and this... was barely a challenge, I am afraid," she informed him.
”You would make a good knight.”
Of course, he did himself no favours when he said that. In that instant, she was sixteen again, a young noble girl trying to prove herself among the raw recruits of the Alexandrian military, mocked and thought too pampered to fight, called girly and teased, having to earn every piece of respect she could through blood, sweat and tears. Back then, the Alexandrian army hadn't been so female centric. That had been Beatrix's initiative, and quite a successful one at that. In that instant, she was back there, dismissed and forgotten, based purely on appearance. This man, whoever he was, clearly thought women were not capable of being knights. To that, she raised an eyebrow, although since her other was hidden under a metal plate, it didn't quite convey the sense of sceptical disdain she wanted, and instead she looked mildly surprised. She never had gotten used to that. Regardless, she calmly replied; "There are many who would say I already do." Her voice was even and polite, even if she was, naturally, irritated. She would never get used to this new world, to her reputation not preceding her with every encounter. She had become too used to being known, to being feared. It would be a long road to earn that back again. "General Beatrix of Alexandria," she stated, a bow following it, because Beatrix always remained polite. Her single eye returned to observe the man. "I asked you a question that you did not answer. Am I to presume you intend to keep your identity secret from me?" She asked. She didn't much care what his name was, but it irked her further that she had asked for his name and he hadn't given it. People didn't usually disrespect her like that. She didn't wish to be drawn into an unnecessary battle, but if he continued to be obtuse, she supposed she could pause to teach him some respect. Garnet wouldn't get far in that time, if the local summoner was indeed her, and she could use a little swordplay against something more challenging than an overgrown lizard.
For some reason, this woman had not taken kindly to him.
Cecil felt his brow prick with confusion. He couldn’t imagine what he’d done wrong -- not when he’d rushed to her aid however little it was needed. The good of the townspeople had come first, surely she would agree. And yet, she gave him nothing more than a scoff. Her eye remained as cold as ever.
”I assure you, I remain quite unstartled.”
”Oh. Well that’s…” Cecil trailed off before he could say the word, reassuring. He didn’t know exactly what to make of the woman, and he had no idea what might further offend her. So he chose silence. At least until she’d finished speaking.
The drake had meant nothing to her. Not for someone with experience felling dragons, and he couldn’t help a slight smile no matter her harsh tone. There were very few who had the strength to stand in the way of such a formidable beast. He had only done so alongside…
His stomach fell. No. He would not remember them now.
The woman gave a stiff bow. ”General Beatrix of Alexandria,” she said, and Cecil blinked in surprise. Hadn’t Caius mentioned a woman as his general? Was that simply the custom here? His head spun with the thought. This Beatrix, a knight of greater standing than even himself. Her eye landed on him. Hard. ”Am I to presume you intend to keep your identity secret from me?”
”Oh!” He took a step back, startled. ”Not at all! I was only struck by…” There were too many things to count. He quickly recovered himself, shaking his head. ”I am Cecil, a knight of the kingdom of Baron.” The title may not have been necessary here, but it was polite when Beatrix had already revealed her own.
”I didn’t mean to offend you,” he added. He still wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done. ”Your skill with a blade is impressive. You’ve protected these people. Thank you.” He smiled at her lightly. No matter her feelings towards him, his gratitude was unchallenged. He had come a second too late. Who knew what blood might have been spilled in that time?
”Alexandria. Is it nearby?” He'd never heard of it, but it was worth asking. ”I don't know these kingdoms well.”
The stranger's flailing response put Beatrix back on more familiar ground. She was immediately reminded of how the Knights of Pluto stammered or stuttered when she addressed them, desperately searching for the right response. Mind you, even they had been become mouthier since she had begun her relationship with Steiner. She still remembered Blitzen's comment on the bridge of the Red Rose, not that he had dared repeat it when he realised she was listening. This stranger was, at least, more graceful than Blitzen, or indeed any of the Knights of Pluto. Even than her beloved Steiner, she had to admit. She supposed it wasn't a good character trait to possess, but she was pleased that she could still inspire a little fear into the men of this realm, even without her fearsome reputation.
"Then it is an honour to meet you, Sir Cecil of Baron," she replied, because formality demanded it. Besides, there was now no need for conflict, and it was always good to meet a fellow knight. He complimented her skill with a blade, and she could but smile slightly, tossing her hair back as she did so. It was a compliment she'd heard before, of course. Complimenting Beatrix's skill with a blade was a little like complimenting the rain on how wet it was. Could that sound arrogant? Well, yes, but Beatrix had earned a little arrogance, she felt, with her years of practice and hard won reputation. "I am sure that you would have done a job equally fine, had I given you the chance," she smiled. Technically, she didn't know if it was true, but it seemed the polite thing to say, and besides, it might have been true. This man carried himself as a swordsman. There was none of the awkwardness, none of the unease of the clunkier knights she knew. None of the lack of confidence or difficulty in knowing how to wear a blade. This man knew his weapon, and he walked with the confidence of a man who knew how to defend himself. Beatrix always knew to look for that stance. Sometimes, recognising it in a person could be the difference between life and death. She had no doubt that this man at least believed he could handle himself in a fight. Of course, she had met confident fighters before that were no match for her abilities, but that was neither here nor there.
She hesitated when he asked if Alexandria was nearby. That unfamiliarity.... That was something Beatrix recognised, if only because she heard it in her own voice whenever she spoke. She paused for a moment, looking back, before replying. "No... It is... far away..." she admitted after a moment. "What of Baron? May I ask... how did one such as yourself come to be here?" she inquired. If she was right, if Cecil was as displaced from his own kingdom as she was, then she may just be one step closer to unravelling the mystery of just where she was, and how she had arrived there. "I sense we may share a familiar tale..." she said, wanting to see what he told next.
The woman’s attitude changed. Not entirely, but the shift felt pronounced. No longer did her eye glint with hostility. Instead, she carried a kind of cold grace stiffened with her well-practiced discipline. ”Then it is an honour to meet you, Sir Cecil of Baron.” He couldn’t say if her words were truthful, but the effort was appreciated nonetheless. They had no formal standing. She could have very easily continued her attack.
”I would have only done what was necessary,” Cecil said. Could he have done equally well? It was impossible to say, but he would have done his best no matter the cost. If it meant that another might be spared, he would gladly throw himself in front of a dragon’s maw. He thought this woman would have done the same.
And for the slightest moment, General Beatrix paused. He saw her hesitation at his question, and he knew in his heart how she would answer. The thought of her homeland was a source of great pain. He knew the feeling well.
”No. It is...far away.”
He nodded. She didn’t need to say the words that hung between them. He understood.
”I can’t say,” Cecil said. The truth of his answer struck him like a blade. ”It was in disarray after the loss of our king. A great darkness had threatened it. I left to confront it, but I…”
Failed. That was the only answer that would come to him. He had failed. No matter how he considered the possibility, he knew that he had not defeated Zeromus as he had sworn. The man’s hate had been far too much to overcome. Cecil closed his eyes. His thoughts did not come easy.
”I can’t rest until I’ve returned,” he said. ”For the good of Baron, I will face whatever I must. Surely you must feel the same.”
When he opened his eyes again, they were resolute and unwavering. There was still light in this world, and those who would fight by his side. Caius. Vincent. Cecil had never been alone.
”Tell me of Alexandria and the land you've left behind.” Cecil shook his head. ”I owe you a debt for what you’ve done here. I would be glad to lend you my hand.”
Beatrix's heart bled for Cecil as he spoke. She had thought at first only people from her world had been pulled to this strange new one, but it seemed that Cecil had suffered a similar fate. But where Beatrix had been stolen from a moment in which she was truly happy, instead, Cecil had been on a most important quest. She understood his urgency, his desire to get back. In a way, it was nice to meet somebody else with a desperation to return, instead of just accepting their fate, but it did little to raise her confidence. At least Cecil had not given up hope and accepted that he would have to remain in this world now too. That was a comfort. Beatrix wasn't alone in believing that she needed to get home.
"I understand how you feel. My return is my priority also, but... first I must find my charge. I am concerned that if I am here, she is here also. My Queen. I am sworn to protect her, but... more than that... I have guarded her since she was six years old. I have seen her grow from a sheltered princess into that one thing all knights dream of; a queen that I can be proud and honoured to follow. I cannot abide the thought that she is here, alone. She is... far more capable than her status might have most believe, but... she has suffered so much in her short life, and I... do not wish her to suffer more," Beatrix explained. She stopped short at saying she saw Garnet as a daughter, but she had seen her grow up since she was a child, she was, to Beatrix, at least a younger sister, one she was immensely proud of, and that she could not bare the thought of going through more suffering.
When he spoke of his kingdom's suffering, of the darkness upon it, she gave him a sorrowful look. She knew that pain. Alexandria had gone through similar darkness, but now, it had a bright future. A bright future that would have seemed impossible a scant year or so ago when Bahamut reigned its destruction down upon a city.
"I know what it's like to see darkness fall upon your kingdom. Alexandria was nearly destroyed, our Queen corrupted and killed, and... I thought that there was no future for us. It was hard to imagine rebuilding after such a loss. But the people of our kingdom came together, and now, we are stronger than ever, more peaceful than ever, with better relationships with those around us than we have had in centuries. A dark time does not spell the end for your kingdom; the sun will shine on it again. I promise you," Beatrix didn't know if her words would bring comfort, but hoped that they would. If somebody had said them to her after Alexandria's fall, she would have dismissed them as naive, but now she hoped that they would help Cecil in his quest.
"Alexandria is... my home. It has known great suffering, but its people are capable of great things. Strong warriors, wonderful artists, it is a city that is a wonder to behold. But... recent years have led to dark times. Our previous Queen... was corrupted by an evil man, and she led us to many pointless wars. I... did some terrible things in her name," Beatrix paused uneasily. "...but, eventually, I was made to see the errors of my ways, and now... the kingdom is strong again. It has suffered much, and... if my current queen is indeed here, we need to get her home as soon as possible, for the kingdom cannot suffer again, but... I am still proud to be Alexandrian. To see how we have returned from what we have faced..." She stopped again. "The tale of my home is a long one and I shan't bore you with all the details, but... it is my home, I miss it, and I must return as soon as I can. Only, not without my charge..." she explained.
Cecil blinked in surprise. Her queen? Here? He imagined the pain he would feel if he had lost his king to this world, and his heart ached for her. It ached for himself as well and for the kingdom of Baron. As it was, it had no king. Cecil had freed it from the clutches of the great fiend of water, but what was to become of it now? Who would lead its people? The king had born no heirs.
”Of course.” His voice was solemn. He knew too well the weight of her oath. He would have gladly died in the service of his king, and he felt in her that she would do the same. To be parted when she had been assigned her protection for so long…
”Tell me of your queen. I will extend your search, and if found, I will offer her my blade. She must not be left unprotected.”
It was the best he could do.
As he spoke of Baron, he saw the grief reflected in her own eyes. She understood what he had suffered -- if not in practice then at least in empathy. He could see her own kingdom barely veiled by the discipline which kept her in check. He could see it beset by the darkness of which she spoke -- nearly destroyed, a prior queen killed. But they had rebuilt. Cecil lowered his head in mourning.
”It is the people that make a kingdom,” he said. ”Even so, you have my sympathies.”
She too knew what it was to see your charge felled. The sun may have shown upon her lands, but there would be no forgetting that which had been lost.
”My king too was corrupted. Our once great nation took to terrible conquest. I sought to call sense back into him, but it was to no avail. I was banished for my insolence. He sent me to spill more blood by my hand.” The village of Mist. Why hadn’t he seen the trap for what it was? Why had he not doubted his king sooner? If only he had acted...If only he had spoken…
”I understand,” he said. ”I am in search of someone too. My friends and my companions.” He hesitated. His allies were no queen, but if they were sharing their goals…
”A white mage, a summoner, and a dragoon. If they are here, then I must find them. They could be in danger.”And he needed them beside him. He would leave that unsaid.
Beatrix paused a moment, and her single eye moved to the ground, before moving back up to look at Cecil. A smile formed on her lips for a moment when he asked about her Queen. She looked back, almost wistful. "Have you ever... known somebody from when they were a child? Helped to raise them, watch them grow up, and then... one day... realised that they are... a considerably better person than you could ever hope to be? That... they have become somebody with whom your heart bursts with pride to look upon, simply because you know you played such a small role in their upbringing? When I was younger, and I first honed my skills, I always felt rather aggrieved when those who trained me or raised me said they were proud of me. I asked myself, what did they have to be proud of? These were my achievements, were they not? But when I look upon my Queen I understand... and I am so... very proud of her... She is compassionate and wise, and possessing of a true bravely... not a knight's bravery, not the bravery of one who knows they can fight and defend themselves with ease... but the bravely of somebody who feels fear, who knows they are in danger, and will always take risks to help others and do the right thing anyway..." Beatrix trailed off, and smiled slightly again, shaking her head a little. "Apologies, I suspect that you were after a physical description, not poetic language. She is roughly five foot four, and has long, raven hair that extends to her hips. She is rather pale, but is considered by most to be particularly pretty. Her true name is Queen Garnet Til Alexandros, but she often journeys under the alias of 'Dagger'," Beatrix filled in. Having another set of eyes looking for her couldn't hurt after all, could it?
"I am... sorry, to hear of your kingdom's plight. And your own. I... hesitate to say, that it sounds familiar to my own. Corrupted, I... did terrible things in the name of our Queen Brahne. I led our people into a war. I... fought and slaughtered a city full of innocents, soldier and civilian alike, whoever got in my way. I..." she paused again. "I had an opportunity to air my grievances, as you did, but I... hesitated. I held my tongue. I came to my senses only when the Princess, now our Queen, was nearly killed by the conflict. It was only then I saw how fair my leader, and our kingdom had fallen. Everything I have done since I have done to try and make amends to the people of Burmecia. I can... not ask for forgiveness. It shall not be given, and it is not deserved, but... still, I wish to... try and make up for that sin." She paused for a moment. "I applaud you, Sir Cecil. It sounds as if you had strength that I did not. You are a credit to the people of your kingdom for your actions, and should be proud."
Beatrix stopped, however, startled, when he mentioned who he was looking for. It was a strange break on her face, to see Beatrix actually register shock. A slight smirk, a frown, these were expressions common on her stony face, but surprise? That was rare. Surprised amusement, such as this, even more so, and she let out a slight laugh. "I begin to understand why our paths have crossed so," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "My Queen, she too is a White Mage and a Summoner. I suspect we are chasing the same rumours. I did not expect to find another summoner here. On my world they are... quite uncommon," Beatrix left the meaning of that unsaid. That there were only two surviving, thanks to the actions of Kuja. It was hard to believe that she had so much in common with this knight. Both from corrupted kingdoms, both searching for similar people. Cecil was almost like a more noble reflection of herself. She had to admit, she was a little impressed by his character, even if she had not yet had a chance to judge his fighting ability.
Cecil smiled as she spoke. He couldn’t help himself. There was warmth to this woman beneath her harsh exterior. Her single eye softened at the thought of her queen. They were, in many ways, the same.
”I haven’t,” Cecil said. In truth, he’d had very little experience with children. There had been younger recruits into Baron’s army and air fleet, but none of them had bonded with him in the same way. He had been trained on a path to darkness. That path had been walked alone.
”But it sounds like an irreplaceable experience. I hope to have it myself. Some day.” Once Rosa was by his side. Once the world had stilled and the chaos was ended. Then perhaps they would marry, and that would lead to…
He shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself.
”Your queen sounds like a woman worth protecting,” he said. ”Fearless, compassionate, determined. I’m sure that she will lead her people well.”
’Five foot four. Long, raven hair.’ He would search for her with the same vigor as he would his own companions. It was the vow of a knight’s honor.
”I understand,” he said. His eyes lowered. ”I laid siege to the people of Mysidia though they did not resist. Unknown to me, I was sent to rain fire upon the village of Mist. I will never atone for my sins, but I will always carry that burden. I have sought the light in their names. It is all that I can do.”
He was not proud. No matter how Beatrix insisted, there was no pride in acting too late. There was no pride in that which was done in the name of atonement -- no matter how futile it was. He was responsible for his own actions. His orders did nothing to lessen that blow.
Beatrix was a woman of strength. He had not known her long, and yet Cecil had already become accustomed to her stoic demeanor and steady hand. It was for this reason that he was taken aback by her sudden surprise. She did not seem the type to be easily phased. Cecil looked back earnestly. ”My companions. Have you seen them?”
What else about his words could have stunned her?
”I begin to understand why our paths have crossed so.” Beatrix shook her head. ”My Queen, she too is a white mage and a summoner.”
”She’s a...summoner?” Cecil frowned. But how was that possible? There were only so many summoners born into the world, and as far as he knew, only one survivor. ”Yes. I know only one.”
He felt uneasy. He knew that she was not from the world that he had left, and yet…
The thought that there were other summoners alive. Did it grant him relief or merely more guilt? What would her summoners say, knowing that he had brought tragedy upon their people? Even if they were not related, it was a terrible thing to bear.
”You have heard the same rumor then?” Cecil was quiet for a moment. ”Then perhaps there is truth to it. It must lead to one of our charges. Your queen or...Rydia.”
Could it be? Truly? He wanted to say that he would not be disappointed should Beatrix find someone so important to her. He would be filled with joy, he knew, but still…
If it was not Rydia then it meant that he would wander the world alone.
Cecil raised his eyes. ”Let us find them together.”
