Forsaken I - Veiled Motives I
”Hmm… …Bleakroot leaves. I hadn’t expected to find that here. Not that I’m complaining. It’s a useful herb, after all.”
“Bleakroot leaves make an exceptionally powerful memory wiping potion.”
“It’d be easy. I can whip up that kind of thing in my sleep, after all. It’s not even a difficult potion, just time-consuming. And I have time. Far too much of it. It would be nice to be able to forget. To forgive… …But then, I don’t do forgiveness.”
“And I’m prattling on to myself like some silly old fool. I’m not quite that old, yet, thank the Entity.”
“Eh?”
“What in the Black Wind’s name was that?”
“I better go check it out. You never know… …And this, I’ll leave for another day. I’m not that far gone yet.”
“What’s this, then? I know there wasn’t anyone there a moment ago.”
“What a mess… …Hey! You! Are you alive or do I have to bury you? I sincerely hope not…”
*groans*
“…What…”
“…What happened?”
“That is an excellent question. There was a flash of light and an energy pulse that gave me the headache of the decade, and then you’re suddenly lying in the middle of my garden.”
“…Your garden is in desperate need of trimming.”
“Probably. Someone ran off with all our scythes. Though honestly? You’re in need of a trimming yourself. You look like a dandelion that got hit by lightening, you know…”
“…..”
“Clearly, you’ve never hit a dandelion with lightening.” *giggles*
“Do I look like an Air Mage to you?”
“No, you look like an Esper. Just without the righteousness, thankfully. My head hurts too much for that sort of thing.”
“You said this was your garden, didn’t you?”
“More or less, yes. It’s the garden connected to the Magus’ Castle. I’m just the only one who cares, these days.”
“Then you can tell me approximately where in the world this is, I hope. I don’t like being disoriented.”
“That might be a problem. See, I know the gardens and castle like the back of my hand. But it seems to have moved, somehow, because the surroundings are all wrong.”
”I see… …It takes a lot of power to move an entire castle. I could probably have done it, once.” *laughs to himself* “I used to be a God, you see… …The only god my world ever needed, until they screwed it all up for me…”
“…You don’t happen to know what this is, do you? I usually know what jewellery I wear, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before.”
“Let me see that…”
“It appears to be some sort of magical seal, though nothing like anything I’ve seen. I might be able to unravel it, but not without my books.”
”That’d be nice. I hate it when people think they can control me. Hate it!”
“It is rather annoying, yes.”
“Happens to you a lot, too, then?”
“All too often.”
“Sucks, doesn’t it?”
“So, basically, the idea is that the same power that brought me here moved the castle, too?”
“Well, yes…”
“Wherever ‘here’ is.”
“I woke up one morning and everything was displaced.”
“…I haven’t seen anyone since. I had hoped that maybe… …But he’s too busy chasing dreams to notice that somebody moved his castle. What does it matter to him? Nothing. I certainly don’t…”
“But then, I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.”
“There’s no point in relying on anyone else. You can’t trust them. Not ever. They always deceive.”
“I’d say I can take care of myself, too. Though right now, it’s probably this I should take care of.”
“The rest can wait.”
*snickers* “You really do look like you were hit by lightening…”
“Here. You probably need that more than I do.”
“Thank you, I suppose. And I wasn’t hit by lightening. I was hit by holy magic and a lot of debris.”
“There’s a difference, you know. Being hit by lightening is decidedly more fun.”
“I try not getting hit by things, period. We should get back the castle, I think. There’s rain in the air, and I don’t like getting wet. I’ll take a closer look at that seal of yours when we get inside.” *pauses* “Besides, I really need to find you something more to wear.”
“…That might be an idea, yes…”
To Be Continued…
Warning level: None, extremely graphic heavy. (40+ pictures)
I decided to wait with the vacation review and do this first. Photos has been photoshopped because at this time, Kefka shouldn't really be wearing makeup. I managed to give him a smudged appearance, but I couldn't fix his lips. Let's pretend he has a really good brand of lipstick...