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[attr="class","tlbody"]The Desert Adventures Inc. was a perpetual thorn in Tellah’s side. Nearly since the day he’d arrived in Zephon he’d tried to join their ranks. He was familiar with deserts. He’d lived in one for the better part of his life. He was skilled with magic, enough so to be one of the most powerful sages in his home world. But DAI had taken one look at him and laughed in his face, deciding he was just a useless old man. What could he possibly do for them? [break][break] But after quitting his job at the Sundries Shop, Tellah had managed to make something more of a name for himself around Aljana. To make money after quitting, he started taking mercenary jobs from the townspeople. Most were pretty simple, but they paid well. And the jobs gave him some much-needed recognition. So today, when he’d returned to DAI they’d, rather begrudgingly, agreed to test his skills. If he passed their little test, he could join the ranks of desert guides and mercenaries. If not. Well, they probably assumed he’d just die out in the jungle. [break][break] DAI was well-respected throughout Aljana. They had a suburb reputation for strength and knowledge without arrogance. But Tellah was beginning to believe that, despite these admirable traits, they were rather shortsighted and judged too easily. They seemed to believe only the young and strong-of-body were worthy of their prestigious ranks. But today he would prove otherwise. He was determined to complete his quest with little incident. [break][break] But of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. DAI had sent him on what appeared to be a wild chocobo chase. Literally. Supposedly there was a flock of wild chocobos at the next oasis over from Aljana and they were being terrorized and eaten by sandworms. His job was to neutralize the sandworms and save the chocobos. [break][break] And yet. Tellah stood in the lush outskirts of the uninhabited oasis past Aljana. It was smaller and more overgrown with vegetation. There were some desert animals partaking of the freshwater but as far as he could see no chocobos or sandworms. Surely they hadn’t sent him out on a fool’s errand? Maybe this was the wrong oasis. He delved into the folds of his robes and pulled out the folded parchment map of the desert. No. This was definitely the location marked there. [break][break] He was distracted by the map and not paying enough attention to his surroundings. When Tellah replaced the map in its secure pocket, he realized there was the sound of something behind him moving none-too-stealthily through the desert underbrush. Was that… armor? The sound of metal clanking against itself? Was this all just a cruel trap? [break][break] Tellah tensed and held his staff, waiting to see what or who emerged from behind the closest dune.
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[attr="class","tlinfo"]Hope this works as an opener for them! / @cecil
Cecil breathed heavily as he trudged through the desert sands. It was hot. Hotter than hot, and he felt that heat settle in his blood. His under armor was damp with sweat. His tongue felt as dry as the sands below. The sun beat down upon him like an oppressive magic.
Was this what Rosa had felt, he wondered. When she’d wandered aimlessly through the Kaipo desert? If he was found, would he need a sand pearl to revive him?
He laughed to himself and then regretted it. His throat cracked painfully from thirst.
He didn’t know what exactly had drawn him to the city of Aljana. It had been a long and dangerous trek through weeks of wilderness, and yet he had been drawn to it all the same. He told himself that any one of his companions could have found themselves in such a place, and wouldn’t he search any corner of the world to find them? In truth, he’d needed space. The city of Torensten had felt stifling. Staying in its streets would have meant establishing his life -- a new life separate from Baron or the duty which he still felt weighting his shoulders. Perhaps he had wanted nothing more than space.
If that were so then he had greatly succeeded. The loneliness wore down on him greater than any heat.
He had found nothing in his initial search of Aljana. He had wandered streets paved with cobblestone tiles of hardened clay. He had gazed upon the sandstone towers, gleaming with gold in the evening sun. He had been entranced by the ever present smell of desert flowers and exotic spices. Still, no one had heard of the named he’s listed: Rosa, Edge, Rydia, Kain. And he had trudged forward with a heavy heart, expecting nothing.
A family of desert merchants had lost their Kujata. That was what brought him into the heart of the sands. Something so simple and yet so important. Their Kujata gave them transport in this hostile land, and their youngest -- a calf named Sitaara -- had been spooked by a dust storm. She wouldn’t survive long in the wilderness. Not with the invasion of a local colony of sandworms.
Cecil had agreed to return her without need for repayment. Their story had moved him, and he had no more pressing engagement. He’d started into the desert with only a meager pack of supplies. He could not have afforded anything more sufficient.
Cecil stopped and closed his eyes. There was a sharp breeze now and he welcomed it even as it whipped the sands into against his cheeks. His skin was dry and aggravated, but the pain was nothing compared to the sun. He thought that perhaps he would remove his armor -- the plate mail did nothing but trap the heat close to him -- but he couldn’t forget the threat of monsters or of the sandworms. That aside, he didn’t know if he could carry the full set in his pack. His armor was the mark of a paladin. He would never leave it behind.
All around him was sand. Hill of sand. Valleys of sand. Sand until it cut against a blue and cloudless sky. He searched that horizon, dismayed at the relentless sunlight, until something caught his eye. Not sand, but something else. An outpost? Cecil smiled his relief. He would take anything. What was his luck that he should stumble upon it?
As he grew closer, he saw palm trees swaying in the wind. Their thick leaves fanned the earth. Their thin trunks banded towards the sky. An oasis? He trudged forward with renewed urgency, growing more hopeful with every sinking step. When at least he reached it, he took a moment to simply bask in the shade of those blessed trees. Then the thought occurred of cool, still water and he started forward again.
He had not expected company.
His expectations had been so low, in fact, that he nearly bumbled straight into the man who preceded him. The last sand dune that stood between them was followed by a copse of thick underbrush, and he hadn’t noticed the vague impression of white, pink, and violet. Then he emerged and found himself face to face with an old man.
For a moment, Cecil blinked dumbly at him. An old man? This far into the desert? Then his thoughts caught up to him, and the details connected. Wild, colorless hair. Dark, circle glasses. A vibrant pink robe that could belong to no one else. Cecil’s eyes widened.
”Tellah?” His voice was hoarse. It didn’t matter. ”Tellah? But how could you…?” Was it a mirage? A dream?
Cecil could only stare in the face of the impossible.
[attr="class","tlbody"]The shape of a man clad in armor formed in front of Tellah’s eyes. The plate seemed almost to glow in the blazing desert sun. Pale hair flowed across shimmering shoulder pauldrons and violet eyes peered back at him, wide in disbelief. Tellah almost dropped his staff in shock. Because the person materializing before him was like a mirage of memory. [break][break] It was… “Cecil?!” Tellah took a couple steps forward. “Is it truly you, boy?” His voice was soft and hoarse, much as Cecil’s was when he echoed a similar thought. Could this truly be happening? Could Cecil Harvey truly be here as well, transported to Zephon alongside Tellah? [break][break] “How are you here? How is this happening?” The sage took another step forward, closing the distance between the two men. He reached out to put a hand on the young paladin’s shoulder, partially a reassuring gesture and partially to make sure Cecil was truly here. To make sure his hand touched metal and not thin air. Because he knew the desert could play tricks on the mind.[break][break] “I never thought I’d see you again.” He knew there were people from various far-flung worlds here in Zephon, but he hadn’t expected to see anyone from his past here. Certainly not in the middle of the Reikin Sands, especially. “What brings you here to the middle of the desert?” [break][break] He glanced around them. There was still no sight or sound of the chocobos he was meant to locate. But even if he never found the birds nor officially joined DAI it seemed he found something more important out in the sands: an old friend and ally.
It was Tellah! Cecil would have known that voice even if he hadn’t recognized him by sight. Cecil broke into a smile, no longer caring how or why they had been brought together. Tellah was alive. That was all that mattered.
’How are you here? How is this happening?’
”I couldn’t say.” Cecil shook his head then looked up, beaming, at the older man. Tellah had a hand on his pauldron in an almost fatherly sign of comradery. It was well and truly Tellah with no room for doubts or questions. ”It’s good to see you.”
Cecil had lost many friends and allies. He had felt that unbearable ache of grief all too many times, but each time they had come back to him unharmed. Somehow, some way, they had weathered through the grips of death. Tellah had fallen in their arms. He had seen Tellah die in a way that he had no others, but he couldn’t say this turn surprised him fully.
Tellah was the most stubborn man he knew.
”I was sent with a mission. A farmer in the village had lost his Kujata to the sands. I’ve promised to find her.” He’d nearly forgotten in his excitement. It all seemed insignificant now though of course he was mistaken. While the world had changed for Cecil, it was unchanged for the people he sought to protect. ”The loss could threaten their livelihood. I can’t return without her.”
Still. To be reunited with Tellah again...
Cecil paused and then shook his head. ”It can wait a little while longer.” He smiled again then looked past the sage towards the oasis within. ”Could we take this to the water? The sun is unbearable.”
[attr="class","tlbody"]Cecil’s soft features broke into a genuine smile when he recognized that Tellah was indeed before him. The older man grinned too, though it was hidden mostly behind his wild facial hair. He hadn’t realized how much he’d truly missed his friends and companions, not until this moment. “It is good to see you too,” Tellah echoed Cecil’s sentiments with a fatherly type of warmth in his voice. It truly was the best thing that had happened to him since arriving in this strange new world. [break][break] The paladin explained what he was doing so far out into the desert. It was a similar mission as Tellah’s, in fact. He was searching for a missing Kujata for a nearby farmer. Tellah was about to explain his own mission but then Cecil looked out towards the oasis and suggested they take their conversation there. “Of course,” Tellah heartily and readily agreed. His robes were surprisingly light and airy and protected him from much of the sun’s anger. But despite that, he still felt like he was melting. He could only imagine how Cecil felt in that plate armor of his. [break][break] They walked together towards the shade around the oasis and Tellah filled Cecil in about his own quest. “My mission is similar. I’m looking for a flock of chocobos that have been getting preyed on by sandworms. I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t a ruse for the Desert Adventurer’s Inc to get rid of me though.” He huffed in annoyance and grumbled under his breath about just what he thought of them. [break][break] The two men settled under the shade of a desert palm beside the rippling water of the oasis. It was beautiful out here, so peaceful. So reminiscent of home. “Sometimes I still forget that this isn’t the Damcyan Desert. And Aljana isn’t Kaipo,” Tellah said, his voice soft as he looked out across the tranquil water. “It seems so similar.” Then he looked over curiously at Cecil. “Where have you been living in this strange new world?”
They walked together. The heat still wore down heavily on Cecil, trapped beneath his armor, but he found that he could withstand it a while longer. It felt right, accompanying someone so familiar. While he and Tellah had never shared a close bond, Cecil trusted him beyond words. He was the first helpful soul he found after his life as a knight of Baron had shattered around him. While not the most gentle of souls, Tellah was kind and helpful. Cecil had thought him dead.
He had thought so many dead. It was a strange and joyous twist of fate each time he found himself reunited.
Cecil smiled at Tellah’s familiar bitterness. ”Then they are fools,” he said. ”You’re the great sage of Mysidia! You’re too good for them.”
Desert Adventurers Inc? Cecil thought he had heard tell of them in the city, but they hadn’t caught his attention. Perhaps he’d have been better to hire them as a guide through the sands. He wouldn’t have had the money to do so if he’d tried.
They came to the oasis together, and Cecil sighed in relief. The palm trees were plentiful here, thick and layered with shade. Desert flowers skirted the edge of sparkling water. The scent of it was intoxicating, and Cecil became painfully aware of the painful dryness of his mouth. Tellah stood beside him, considering the view.
”Sometimes I still forget that this isn’t the Damcyan Desert,” he said. He was almost wistful. Cecil sighed.
”I know.” That was all that needed said. Whatever feelings he might have had, he knew Tellah to share them. ”I haven’t stayed anywhere long. I’ve been searching. For Rosa, for Rydia, for Kain.” He looked at Tellah and smiled. ”And for you though I didn’t know it.” He looked out at the water, and for a moment, he too thought of Damcyan. ”I don’t know how this happened.”
Zeromus. The Lunarians. There must have been something he’d missed on the moon. Something which could travel through space and beyond.
Cecil shook his head and walked towards the water’s edge, kneeling to take a handful between his palms. He drank and savored the cool taste. Then he took another and another before finally sighing and sitting back, moving to unfasten his armor. The clothes beneath were heavy with sweat, but it was far better to be free of the scorching metal.
Cecil leaned back, his palm sinking into the cold and shaded sand. For the moment, he was content with silence.
[attr="class","tlbody"]Tellah felt a familiar surge of warmth at the young paladin’s faith in him. He’d journeyed with Cecil as he’d worked to redeem himself from the darkness of his past. Through their struggles together, the young man had always been almost hopelessly optimistic. But Tellah valued that bright outlook right now. He was the great sage of Mysidia, after all. Even if he was worlds away from Mysidia now. [break][break] Tellah continued to watch the sparkling water of the oasis as Cecil spoke. He’d been searching for others from their world. He wasn’t surprised that the paladin was seeking them, especially Rosa. “I hope the others are here, somewhere. Though I’ve heard nothing.” He settled into a seated position beside the water. “But I certainly didn’t expect to find you out here either. This was a pleasant surprise.” [break][break] The paladin knelt beside him and drank from the pristine waters of the desert oasis before unfastening his armor. It was only then that Tellah became aware of his own parched throat and near-empty waterskin. He refilled the skin and relaxed beside Cecil, glad for his airy robes. They looked thick, but the material was thin and cool, made for desert heat and gave him ample protection from the sun. [break][break] “I think it’s time for me to get out of Aljana,” Tellah mused as they sat together. “There’s nothing here and it’s too similar to Kaipo. I should go see the rest of the world.” He glanced over at his friend. “Where’ve you been? How long have you been here in Zephon?”
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[attr="class","tlinfo"]Is short, but wholesome chatting <3 / @cecil
Filling in Tellah on the plot of FF4 after it went bonkers
I will turn darkness into hallowed light
Tellah joined him at the water’s edge. Together, they took a moment’s respite from the cruelty of the desert heat. Though Tellah might have grayed with age, he was anything but frail. He seemed to have taken their harsh journey better than Cecil had himself. It was admirable, and once again, Cecil found his anger rising at those who had spurned Tellah based off of appearances alone.
If it hadn’t been for Tellah’s magic, Cecil would have never gone so far. If it hadn’t been for Tellah, Cecil would have never survived.
”I think it’s time for me to get out of Aljana,” Tellah said. ”I should go see the rest of the world.”
Cecil hummed, nodding slowly. ”I believe that would be best. There is so much more to the world than a town such as this. You should find somewhere that appreciates your talent. And your experience.”
Cecil himself didn’t know exactly what there was more to the world, but he’d spent enough time traveling to know there must be a place where Tellah could be satisfied. He hoped at least.
”I haven’t stayed anywhere long,” Cecil continued. ”I’ve followed trade roads from one city to the next. That was how I found my way to Aljana.” He lowered his head. ”It’s been some time.”
Too much time. He could only imagine what had become of his blue planet and the people inhabiting it. Baron needed him. His friends needed him. Rosa needed him.
If there was anything left.
”Were you witness to the Giant of Babel? We fought our way inside and discovered that Golbez was not the master of his fate. He was mastered by a dark man named Zemus. He was of an ancient race of a dying planet now residing on our moon.”
Cecil’s fist tightened. His already dry mouth felt suddenly more so. ”We journeyed there in a legendary airship, intent to fight him, but his evil was overpowering. His spirit lived on and sought to engulf the world in darkness.”
He hesitated. ”And that was when I found myself here.”
He felt a familiar chill of anxiety. He could see the scene so vividly. The smooth, white bricks of the Lunarian antechamber. The oppressive weight of Zeromus’ darkness, choking him in its grasp. The hulking outline of his brother’s armor through the shade. Cecil had reached out to him.
All had been lost.
”I must return.” Cecil shook his head sharply. ”I don’t know what has become of our world, but they must need us now more than ever. Between my sword and your magic...We could go together to save it.”
[attr="class","tlbody"]Cecil was supportive as always, agreeing that Tellah should move on from the quaint desert town and see the sights of the world. Maybe there was another place here where he could function as sage again, training and teaching young magic-users and occasionally adventuring on his own. [break][break]
He wasn’t surprised to hear that Cecil had been roaming the world for some time. He couldn’t see the young knight settling down, not when there were people who needed aid. But his head was lowered and his eyes seemed sad as he answered. No doubt he was missing those left behind. But if the two of them were here, maybe others from their world were as well? Was it possible Rosa or Kain had been transported to Zephon? Or maybe the summoner Rydia. Anything seemed possible now that Tellah had met Cecil by chance in the middle of the desert. [break][break]
The paladin went on to describe some events that Tellah had no recollection of. Had he been there? Was his mind simply fogged and forgetful? Surely he would have remembered a powerful man from the moon! If it was anyone but Cecil telling him this story, Tellah might have thought them foolish and fanciful! [break][break]
He shook his head slowly as Cecil spoke of engulfing darkness and lunar missions. “I’d surely remember traveling to the moon if I had,” he said, voice turning thoughtful and soft. Was there a reason he didn’t remember? Surely he hadn’t abandoned Cecil on his quest? “I was in Troia last. You’d only just become a paladin at Mount Ordeals.” He furrowed his brow. “I’d gone there to learn meteor, but…” He shook his head in frustration. “I fear I’ve forgotten it again!” Who invented getting old?! [break][break]
Tellah wasn’t surprised when Cecil wanted to return. The sage nodded slowly. “I don’t disagree. But how? I don’t know how we ended up here or why. So how do we return?”
Cecil felt his stomach seize as Tellah spoke. He didn’t remember then? Truly? Cecil had been witness to amnesia before, but that didn’t make Tellah’s admission any more palatable. When Yang had fallen victim to his own mind, he had forgotten everything of himself, and he had regained it all in an instant. There had been no need to remind him of his personal tragedy -- of the fate of Fabul and its crystal. Cecil closed his eyes in painful thought.
What fate befell him. Cecil had a duty to tell Tellah this at least. It was a matter of respect and honor.
”I don’t know how one might return,” Cecil began. ”But there must be a way, mustn’t there? Perhaps an airship that can travel between worlds.” Was this place merely another planet within the sphere of their own? Not a moon, but something farther? ”We were banished here. If there is a force capable of doing so then surely there must be a force capable of taking us home.”
He would find it. He had no choice but to find it. For the Baron’s sake and his own as well.
”Tellah…” Cecil hesitated. He could avoid the truth no longer. ”You say that you remember no farther than Troia. Is there truly nothing else?”
Of course there wasn’t. Tellah’s frustration wouldn’t lie.
”You learned Meteor as was your intent. You always were a great sage.” He heard the sorrow in his voice. To master such a dangerous spell was no small feat and one worthy of pride. And yet, it had come with a terrible cost. ”We confronted Golbez in the Tower of Zot. You saw your chance and you cast the spell.”
Tellah had known the sacrifice he had made. Did Cecil need to say the rest?
”I’m sorry,” he said, and he looked at Tellah with a renewed flood of sadness. He felt so many things, looking upon his friend. Relief, pain, and still some distant sense of disbelief. He had felt it all before, each time he reunited with a friend miraculously returned to him. This felt somehow different.
He had seen Tellah die with his own eyes. Hadn’t he?
Cecil shook his head. ”You’re here now,” he said. ”That’s enough.”
