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Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
As it turned out, Celes hadn’t needed to worry about Caius.
With her spell cast, Caius yelled out a spell of his own (though she didn’t see it hit the creature, oddly) and threw himself towards it bladefirst. Celes couldn’t see him well past the thundering beast, but whatever he was doing seemed effective. She knew the labored cries of a dying monster well enough.
”Attack it while it's stuck between the two of us!” he yelled to her, and she nodded. A pincher attack. She’d used them before when fighting monsters or men, and she backed up to let the monster’s attention go to him. As the behemoth turned on him, she raised her hands and readied her spell.
She’d hit it from straight on from behind. Separating meant they had lowered defenses, but it also meant their target couldn’t focus on both of them at the same time.
Her spell didn’t take long and it didn’t take much. With the behemoth distracted, she cast blizzaga again with no real obstacle, and her magic burst from beneath it without a single icicle out of place. The beast roared, and something she couldn’t see from Caius’ end silenced it quickly. It fell with a deafening thump that made the ground tremble beneath them, and Celes let out a breath.
That was one way to take down a behemoth, she supposed.
Her hands ached with adrenaline. Her arms were scraped where she’d fallen, and the edges of her armor bit into her flesh from all the jostling around. Still, all things considered, the battle had gone well. Alarmingly well. She wondered if she’d ever taken down a beast like that so quickly, and then thrust the thought away. She’d only fought behemoths once on the Floating Island. What happened next wasn’t something she cared to consider.
She sidestepped the behemoth and came around to face him. ”Well then,” she said, smiling wryly as she pushed her hair behind her ear. ”Mission accomplished?”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Caius was hit, just as she’d feared he would be. The electricity bolted into him, throwing him back against the wall where he twitched and groaned at the floor. Celes watched in horror, already preparing a cure spell as Caius struggled to his feet, ready to take on the demon once more. She hated seeing him limp, seeing the clear singes on his coat and the pained grimaces he gave, but there were more important matters at hand. She’d failed to protect them once, she needed to stay on guard for another attack.
Even still, she itched for a more proactive role. She was a fighter, not a healer, at heart, and while she was more than adept at both, just standing there waiting for the demon to move went against every instinct she had. Caius disappeared in a flash of light, reappearing with his sword plunged into the terrible woman in front of them. Slowed by Celes’ magic, his blade landed directly in the demon’s back and it screeched its pain and rage. Celes took a step back, ready to intercept whatever came next. Nothing ever died quietly.
The apparition flickered in front of them like a broken projector -- confused, stuttering, and brimming with fury. Gunshots fired into the chaos, punching through the illusions with every blow. Static crackled from the creature around the edges, its outline fuzzy and volatile, before that energy burst from it in a rush of ice and wind. Prompto cried out for her assistance, but Celes was already muttering her spells.
Shell. Shell. Shell.
They came quickly, first to Prompto then to Caius then to herself as the ice rushed forward to meet them. Celes steeled herself again it, shivering as the frost bit her flesh until her own spell was finished and the magic around her weakened. Celes squinted through the self-contained storm, listening as the wind howled through her ears like a wind tunnel. She could make out movement, another flash of light.
They’d all done their parts. It was up to Caius now.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
This night just kept getting worse.
The demon was tough, that was for sure, and more than a little reliant on sneaking past their defenses. Celes was too busy throwing Esunas to do more than watch in horror as it approached Prompto, creeping up towards him and then…kissing him? Celes stared at it, mouth agape as it fell back into position. What madness had they gotten themselves into?
She felt weak. Celes stumbled, wondering at the sudden shift as her body went cold, shivering as a warm wind left her and gathered at the woman’s chest. Celes grit her teeth, bracing herself against it as the woman’s form darkened again. This time, she was ready, already preparing her runic blade for the spell she knew was to come.
Her sword was unaffected, even as magic welled in the air. Celes stared at in wonder. Had it finally broken? Had she made a mistake? And then a rush of cold wind overtook them, pelting them with ice and a deluge of water that drenched her to the skin. She let out a yelp of surprise and raised her arms protectively over herself as the ice sliced through her. Why hadn’t runic worked? It must have been the spell. The spell must have somehow overridden her defenses. As soon as it was done, Celes gave the demon a sharp look and shoved her hands together.
Two could play at this game.
She muttered her words, felt the chill rise in her, and shouted, ”Blizzaga!”, overtaking the creature in a sharp glacier of ice. At first, she thought that the magic that welled in the air was only her own, but no. There was a sharp crack, a flash of light, and electricity bolted past her ear.
While she’d been too busy casting, she’d missed its next spell. How was it so fast?
She followed the bolt in horror, eyes wide. It was headed straight towards Caius. She had only a moment to yell a warning at him before it would hit.
Why had she been so careless? She readied her hands for a cure if he should need it and prayed to the gods she didn’t believe in that he’d make it through this unscathed.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes’ vision swam with offensive images and bad memories. Seeing this man in front of her again, all done up with his same smug expression, his same noble’s composition, she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to yell at him, pull her sword, or march in the other direction. The man in front of her had been nothing but the most pompous of bastards, slinking about and blaming her for her discomfort at his unashamed nakedness. Then she’d gone about preparing everything she could to escape, up to and including guiding their way out of a cave and putting her life on the line against a yeti. And what had he done for her? Absolutely nothing unless a cure spell counted as a gesture of good will.
In short, her blood boiled just looking at him.
Caius leaned in closer and hissed at her under his breath. ”Should... Should we leave you guys alone? I mean, if you guys need privacy, we'll totally respect it.”
”What?” she asked, but before she could ask any more questions, the emperor was already addressing her, and what he said made her fists curl.
”My tongue’s waggling?” she shot back. ”Mine? I hadn’t said five words before you went off on me!” But there was something more important here, wasn’t there? What was that about the doctor?
”You’re-?” She took a startled step back, staring at him. ”You’re the one we’re supposed to meet? To go up the mountain?” And then she gave a hard laugh. ”What are you going to do if we run into monsters up there? Hide from them?”
”And he doesn’t belong to me.” Celes shot him a hateful look. ”I don’t know what you think looks the same, but my armor’s practical. I don’t know how you’ll survive if something gets it claws on you.” Still, the emperor started forward, gesturing to them as if he had any right to lead the way. Celes’ teeth ground together.
Of all the people on all the jobs in all the places…
She glanced to Caius furiously. ”I got trapped with him during a blizzard,” she said, only half bothering to keep her voice down. ”I walked in on him completely naked and he wouldn’t do one thing about it. He can’t fight and he’ll only hold us back. Whatever he thinks he’s doing here is beyond me.”
She scowled, shooting the man a look before rolling her eyes. ”But it looks like he’s decided to become our fearless leader! I guess if we’re taking this job, we’ll have to keep him from walking off a cliff in broad daylight.” She turned on her heel and started after the man, seething all the time.
Just when she’d been in a good mood, it all had to come crashing down.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”Voldrun,” Celes repeated. He’d already named it. Whatever she said next might as well have been directed towards a brick wall.
Celes sighed, touching at her forehead. Caius was prepared, he said. He’d read up as much as he could on the subject of dragon care and he had a plan. And who else would take this creature in need? Celes wanted argue. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to argue, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Caius had already made up his mind, and if this dragon was what he needed to climb out of his slump than so be it.
That didn’t mean she had to like it though.
”A dragon,” she said again. ”You’re really-?” And then she laughed faintly under her breath. ”I don’t know why I’m surprised.”
Looking down at it, the monster really was cute in its own way. Its eyes were lidless and staring like any reptile, its scales were still wet, and its wings most resembled wrinkled rag, but there was something about the way it curled up in Caius’ arms that melted even her heart. At least a little.
”I guess that would be one way to make an entrance,” she conceded. ”But are you sure about this? Really sure? I’m not worried about now, but when it grows...Well, dragons aren’t exactly a domesticated species. Even trained, its instincts will tell it to eat anything that moves, humans included. And it’s always possible it could snap and hurt someone without trying.”
Celes bit at her nail. The thing was staring up at her in its blank, interested way. Could she really leave it in the wilderness to die? ”I’m just saying. We shouldn’t jump to any decisions without thinking it through.”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
"You got any spells to bippity boppity boop us out of here?"
Caius’ voice reached her through her frantic spells. He had ideas. He had his own work to try, but Celes couldn’t help a hysterical laugh through her own tension. ”Obviously not!” No, Terra had hoarded that magicite -- of course she had! And now she was at the verge of death in some godforsaken basement. ”Just hurry and-!”
The walls started again, faster this time. In about half a second, the trap door was swallowed by them.
”No, no, no, no!” Celes backed away from the nearest wall, racking her brain for anything that could help. Were there spells? Just Protect, Esuna, Cure, Blizzard, Stop -- and that hadn’t worked -- Float maybe? But no, where would they float to? All the while, the walls came in closer. Why was it so hard to breathe? She struggled with it, backing up until she hit the other wall with a startled noise that whined through her nose. ”No, no, no, no!”
Was this where she died? Not out fighting some valiant fight, not rebelling for justice, or standing defiantly against a god, but crushed to death where no one would ever find her over nothing important at all?
It was ridiculous. It was nonsensical, and yet it crept closer every passing moment, pushing her towards it even as she dug in her heels, pushing back with desperate abandon.
Not here! Not now! Why was this happening?
There was a click, a rumble, and the walls stopped.
Celes stood there in quiet shock, hands raised against the opposite wall and pressed so close together that her head could lean against it. She stood there, breathing, for what felt like hours but must have only been seconds. The walls had stopped. She was alive. She was-
A strangled noise came unbidden from her throat and she choked it back with the smallest or pretenses. Her breath returned and time quickened again. Her hands were pressed against hard stone -- when had they scraped so badly? Somewhere, there was a creak and light flooded into their crack of a passageway. Celes turned her head to stare at it. A way out. A way out of here just past-!
”Hurry!” Her tongue was dry and the words cracked in her throat. ”Go before it starts again!”
Prompto started sidling in its direction and Celes scrambled past it, as fast as she could in heels tottering sideways. She threw herself out the end when she reached it, struggling for balance even as she stared back at it in wonder. What was that? Had the machine malfunctioned or-?
Was something just toying with them?
Her stomach rolled with nausea so terribly that she hardly noticed the warm scents of food rolling up to meet her, and once she did, it did nothing to help her stomach. She took a shuddering breath and turned to face whatever fresh hell this house had in store for them and found…
An elaborately decorated, well lit dining room laden with food. Celes blinked at it slowly. It had to be an illusion. She glanced to Prompto to see if she was hallucinating, but he looked just as floored as she did. This was impossible. Completely improbable, at least, in the basement of an abandoned house on the verge of falling apart. No, there was some kind of magic at play, and Celes refused to get drawn into it again. She took a step back closer to their doomed passageway, hands threaded together in preparation for what was to come. Her hands trembled, but she could still cast a spell.
Something moved. At first, Celes wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but then she saw it again -- the painting. At first, she thought it was just a woman, albeit an inhumanly beautiful one, but then she noticed the frame, the shine of the canvas, the subtle brush strokes. That didn’t seem to matter though. She was moving to a chorus chiming laughter, and Celes clutcher her hands tighter as the painted woman thrust herself from the frame and floated before them.
A ghost, Celes thought at first peering at her in all her impossible beauty, but that wasn’t right, was it? The ghosts Sabin had told them about had been all done up in white hoods and certainly didn’t lurk in paintings. No, this reminded her much more of another haunted house she’d frequented in search of Relm. And in that case…
”She’s a demon!” Celes cried out, but it was too late. She’d already started in on that horrible, wonderful laugh again, blowing them a kiss that made her brain numb. No, no! It wasn’t real! It wasn’t-!’
She tore her gaze away to the others. Prompto looks blank-faced and longing even as a faint pain crossed his eyes. She didn’t see Caius, but then Celes couldn’t look far. Not with that woman hovering there. Celes grit her teeth and tried to start a spell. What had the last one been weak to? She remembered casting her spells, but what had she used again?
The lights curdled to an eerie blue, and there -- standing before them -- was something truly monstrous. Celes hardly had time to absorb the new form before she felt the air crackle with electricity. Her eyes widened and she grabbed quickly for her sword, throwing herself forward as it surged with power and she thrust it up above her head. There was a flash of thunder and magic raced towards them in a thunderous boom that jolted towards them before being pulled as though by a magnet to Celes’ sword. Her blade glowed blue as the magic surged through it, anchoring itself through her body. She grit her teeth against the power that jolted through her blood. It was revitalizing, but so intense that she could hardly stand it.
”Go!” she commanded as the lights flickered back and Celes took a step back, gasping for breath. The woman was back, and so was her deadly voice. It dulled her senses, but Celes braced herself against it. Electricity still buzzed like adrenaline through the back of her mind, and that cleared it enough for her to start muttering a spell she hoped she wouldn’t need towards whoever might need it. ”Esuna!”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The night was uneventful. After the awkward carriage ride, neither of them seemed to have much left to say, and that was fine by Celes. She’d camped more than enough in her life, and she had no particular need for company. When morning came, Celes awoke quiet and content. It felt good to travel with someone else again, even if she wasn’t certain about the value of his company. She’d never done particularly well by herself.
They left for the beast’s hunting ground without fanfare. Caius might have been as blunt as he was clueless, but he seemed practical enough at least, and Celes didn’t have to deal with any unnecessary small talk. By the time they reached the overgrown farmland they’d been told to search, Celes found herself almost at peace. There was only herself, her blade, and her ally. Those were three things she could understand.
Caius stopped suddenly and Celes followed suit. He was still, attentive, and suddenly alarmed. Celes didn’t need to hear his curse to realize what that meant. He’d sensed something coming closer, and something dangerous at that. Celes stood at attention, following Caius’ gaze to a distant grove of trees. There was a rumble, the creak of falling wood, and then a roar. What came barrelling out of the thicket was as towering as it was monstrous -- a terrible mountain of packed muscle, snarling fangs, and horns the size of oak trees. Celes took a startled step back, staring at it. She’d seen that form before, charging at her through the rocky wastes of an island floating far above the earth.
A behemoth.
”Be ready,” Caius said without taking his eyes off the beast and Celes nodded her assent. She’d dealt with them before and she’d do it again. Even if she’d had three other allies then, she was stronger now than she had been. And she knew its weaknesses.
”I have an idea or so in mind on how to take this thing down,” Caius went on. ”But I would appreciate if you had any of your own."
”They’re weak to ice,” Celes said. ”At least the ones I fought. Give me cover, and I’ll do what I can.” She barely had time to finish before it was on them, charging forward with its horns lowered. Celes’ eyes widened and she cast a quick protect spell on Caius as she backpedaled away, avoiding its horns only by stumbling back so suddenly that she almost fell. The behemoth was strong and it was fast, but it wasn’t particularly agile. It opened its jaws, and Celes was close enough to see the strands of rancid drool that came off those teeth as it batted a massive paw towards Caius on its other side. Celes gritted her teeth, standing her ground as she thrust her hands together.
Why was it that she’d become the mage? It wasn’t that she minded it, but as she muttered her incantations, she couldn’t help but wonder what use a sword was to her at all.
”Blizzaga!” The air chilled in gusts of icy wind. It formed in deep trenches around the behemoth who gave an earth-trembling roar as the ice pierced through its thick hide and then shattered, leaving the grass beneath it stiff with frost. It looked winded now, but not dead. Nowhere near it, in fact, and in its fury it gave another lash of its massive paw, snarling as it whipped itself around to face its attackers. It was then that Celes realized just how close she was, trapped on the other side of this beast from her only ally. Her eyes widened as its tail flew straight at her face, knocking her straight off her feet with the impact. She sprawled on the ground, only barely battered, but as she looked up, she saw its paw sweeping forth and tried desperately to roll to the side.
A wonderful impression she’d made. But what could she expect with only one ally? Celes grit her teeth as behemoth’s haunches stomped beside her, shaking the very earth beneath her. As she struggled back to her feet, she hoped that Caius was managing better than she was.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The pink-haired girl looked uncomfortable. That was easy to tell from her darting eyes to the very still way she sat like she was trying not to make the wrong moves. Still, Celes could hardly blame her with the time she’d had, and she could empathize with the sentiment. It hadn’t been so long ago that Celes had been in her shoes.
The girl thanked her for her aid and introduced herself -- Serah and a moogle named Mog. Celes blinked, looking the moogle over. It was different than she was used to -- less fuzzy and compact and more bulbous. Even the pompom on its head was different with more of a diamond shape than a sphere. Celes tilted her head.
”That’s funny. I knew a moogle named Mog. He lived in a cave outside of Narshe. My moogles looked different than yours though. I guess it’s a common name.”
Meanwhile, Amalia marched straight to the window and peered suspiciously out of it. Celes couldn’t blame her for her caution, but something about the woman’s demeanor was starting to grate on her. Celes could respect competency, but Amalia didn’t seem to have a single inch of softness to her behind it. Celes’ lips pursed slightly as she locked the door, glancing back at her with a look laced with irritation.
Amalia took a breath, forcing a more relaxed look that did nothing to soften her features. ” Your aid thus far is appreciated, and it seems I am indebted to you thus." Maybe it was the way she spoke that Celes didn’t like. It was like Cyan if Cyan had chip on his shoulder the size of a mountain. Still, Celes tried to keep expression neutral as she closed the distance between them.
”It’s nothing. Someone did the same thing for me once. And I think I did more damage than you.” Celes winced. Her arrival hadn’t exactly gone as smoothly as it could have. To be fair to herself, she’d been fairly certain she’d lost her mind at the time. To be fair to the world, she’d caused a lot more trouble than she was worth.
Serah looked genuinely grateful, if on edge, and asked for Celes to explain what she knew. That was fair enough, but it seemed Amalia didn’t take kindly to suggestions on how to carry herself. She told Celes exactly why she wouldn’t use her real name, claiming that she wouldn’t “expose herself” and that she’d already come along someone who knew where she came from. Celes felt herself bristle with irritation. The woman wasn’t exactly making the best case for her own nature. No, if anything, it seemed like all Celes had accomplished was keeping a dangerous woman from hurting anyone who tried to detain her.
”That doesn’t leave me a lot of room to trust you,” Celes said, straightening in her own resolve. ”As far as I'm aware, all you do is mutilate people in the street. But I’m sure that’ll do great things for a first impression.” Celes let out a breath and crossed her arms, turning pointedly towards Serah instead of Amalia. At least there was one person who seemed even mildly good-natured -- if not particularly the brightest.
”I can’t say what’s going on. Honestly, none of it makes any sense, but from what I can tell, there are different worlds at play. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but there it is. Even I’ve started to believe it lately, and I’m not one to jump to conclusions.” Celes pursed her lips and glanced at Amalia, shooting her a sharp look before pushing her hair behind her ear.
”This place is called Zephon. It’s some kind of collection of odd little cities that don’t have much in common with each other. They say that new people with strange powers have been coming in droves lately, most of them with amnesia. It’s not logical, I know, but I’ve seen it too many times to question it any more. The most any of us can do is just find a way to get by. It’s not likely you’ll run into anyone you know, but it can happen, I suppose. Still, old hang-ups aren’t likely to come to play here. No one particularly cares what your deal is.” Another look to Amalia. Celes recrossed her arms.
”If you’re new, I’d suggest getting a handle on the world before you try anything drastic. I could get you some work if you need it. So long as you’re not rude about it.”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
There were footsteps. Celes froze at the sound. She wasn’t alone.
Relm stared at her for a moment before making a mad dash towards the easel, throwing a cover over it with a panicked hurry. For a moment, Celes forgot her tears or her pain or the way her shoulders had shuddered. Instead, she just stared at Relm as her thoughts struggled to process what had just happened.
Relm hadn’t been out. She’d merely been in the other room. And then she’d found Celes. Sitting here. Crying.
Her cheeks went red as she touched at her mouth again. What had Relm walked in on?
"Ah you weren't supposed to see-! I mean it still needs..." Relm stopped and seemed to really see her for the first time. A panic crossed her eyes before she straightened, standing her ground with a new resolve.
Celes didn’t have time to say anything. She didn’t know what she would have said. Relm worried for her. Relm had seen her weakness. Why had she let herself feel so much?
Relm extended a hand, but Celes couldn’t take it. Her thoughts were still too scattered, her shame too hot. She’d been so stupid. Crying like a love-struck fool! This wasn’t like her. It wasn’t like her at all.
”Celes... I'm here... Please talk to me." Relm was smiling at her. Oh gods, was this what she’d come to? A child having to take care of her?”That's what sisters do! Lean on each other when they need it most!"
Sisters. Celes laughed a little despite herself. Was that what they were for? She supposed she wouldn’t know. ”I’m fine,” she said, perhaps a little too curtly. She sat up straight and wiped at her eye, feeling the slick of tears there though she hoped her expression was cleared. No, she couldn’t put this on Relm. The two had never been exactly close (at least not as far as their group as a whole went) but Celes still cared for her, and she was only a child. Relm didn’t need that extra burden to carry.
And if Celes spoke of it...Well. The very idea of baring herself so thoroughly made her nauseous.
”Really. I just…” She desperately cast out her imagination for any kind of plausible explanation to hide the truth. ’I was just being a weak-willed, silly woman.' She muffled a scowl at her own weakness.
”I was just surprised. That’s all. Your art is...overwhelming sometimes. I’m fine. Really.” Celes attempted a smile before wiping efficiently at her eye again.”What were you up to while I was gone? I didn’t mean to leave so long, but we were stopped by a gang of bandits on the way. We made short work of them, but it did mean taking a detour to deal with them.” She wiped at her other eye. Stupid, why were they still leaking?
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Caius pushed past her, insisting on standing the front. Celes gave him a startled look. ”Caius, I told you I’d take care of- Is that a stick?” And so it was. Devoid of a sword, Caius had instead picked up the nearest stick and held it in front him like a staff.
Celes gaped at him. She wanted to berate him for the apparent idea that he always needed to cover her, that even when she had no magic and he was practically defenseless, she still needed protection. But that would have to be saved for another time because Caius was already starting off, heading towards that noise with a reckless abandon that he really couldn’t afford when he was armed only with a stick. ”Hey, don’t go-! Caius!” Celes followed him closely, ready to shoulder him to the side if anything actually showed up. Why did he have to be so stubborn?
Caius slowed to a stop, looking at something near on the ground. Celes followed his gaze to find...Caius’ bag?
There was another crack and it gave a violent shudder. Celes raised her sword against it, ready for anything that might leap out at them, and then Caius pulled down the sides to reveal...An egg?
It was about the size of a chocobo’s egg except with a shining blue sheen that she’d never seen on anything. It was visibly damaged, and after a moment, it gave another loud crack followed by flying bits of egg shell. Celes winced, letting her sword fall to her side as a reptilian face poked out through the hole. It gave a quiet cawing noise before slithering wetly into the grass.
Celes stared at it. It looked for all the world like a baby alligator except for its blue scales and the leathery wings on its back. She opened her mouth, about to say something, and then closed it when nothing came. The reptilian creature looked directly at Caius with its round yellow eyes and let out a series of chirping noises.
A dragon, Celes mind supplied. Caius had hatched a dragon.
Caius stared back at the creature before looking up at her. ”This one was an unplanned victim of a job I had some time ago. I had tried to re-home it, but no dice. I decided to take care of it while I figured out what to do, but...I guess it was closer to hatching than I had thought."
”Oh. That’s…”Insane, she thought though she didn’t say it. Dragons were dangerous monsters and quite often deadly. ”A whole horde of them were let loose a while ago. They rampaged across the whole continent. I don’t know how many people they killed.” She paused looking between them again. Whatever Caius thought of it, he didn’t seem particularly concerned. No, he looked at the little monster like it was his first born child.
”I’m just saying,” she started again, cautiously this time. ”It might be cute now, but once it’s an adult…” She paused. She didn’t want to say it. ”Well. It might be more than you can handle.”
