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Class: Black Mage!
Title: Steadfast Sanity
Summary: For the "What if..." prompt on airship_lounge. In this case, what if Gestahl had never found the Land of Espers, and consequently, what if Kefka was never experimented on/became a powerful General? (Since Kefka's origins are unknown, for the sake of this, I'm assuming he wasn't a part of the Empire at the very beginning.)
Characters/Pairings: Sabin, Kefka
Word count: 798
Rating/warnings: It has Kefka in it? Kefka himself = a warning. This is also un-betaed, and something I more-or-less made myself write for the sake of writing.
"Beware the man living alone on the outskirts of town."
Question any local about him, and they'll repeat the same phrase as all of the others. Sabin had grown increasingly curious about him, as the area containing the infamous man's hut was between this village and the mountain where he trained.
However, that was not at the front of his mind this day. An impromptu parade had begun in this small village, and people danced in the street in front of him. As Sabin got pulled in, he joined the chorus of "the war is over, Gestahl's under a boulder! The empire fell, oh how they did smell!"
It hadn't been a particularly long war, and it would not be more than a footnote in history. After all, of what interest was little more than a simple war of numbers and firepower? The Allied Kingdoms and Empire were about even in number, but the differing techniques of the Kingdoms combined his own brother's inventiveness allegedly gave them an advantage. He couldn't help but smile at this thought; while he still wished for his brother’s freedom, he was proud of how successful a ruler he had become.
♠♠♠♠♠♠
The moon now reigned in the sky, but little had quieted down. The children and elderly had gone off to bed, but most of the town continued their celebrations. Through the song and drunken exclamations, one man’s coarse voice suddenly soared above the rest.
“Kefka! Kefka! Kefka!”
The whole crowd seemed to turn to look, if only for a second, with Sabin among them. A few stood aghast, and those closest to him appeared ready to shake him. As a portion of the crowd went back to their previous festivities, Sabin decided to get closer to the shouting man. Whatever he uttered, it must have been important, but to what degree?
The man was laughing when the monk was close enough to hear statements normal volume.
“See? I’m not dead! Or even hurt!” he had a smile from ear to ear; gloating in the victory against an invisible enemy. His friends still appeared terrified.
“What’s a Kefka?” Sabin could not resist asking. If uttering it was forbidden, it had caused this man no harm, and it was impossible for this day to be ruined.
The man’s friends exchanged nervous glances, but the shouter gladly put down his glass as he turned to Sabin.
“They’re all afraid of him! Cowardly lot.” He noticed the distinct aroma of alcohol on the man’s breath now, and Sabin was not even standing that close.
“Beware the man living on the outskirts of town?” Sabin quoted, as he could think of no one else the whole village feared.
“Yes, that one! He has a name, and it’s Kefka. They say saying it is a curse, and will bring you ill fortune, or worse, kill you. Bunch of rubbish. Kefka was once the richest and most respected man here, but then we found out his money was ill-gotten and his charm was a masquerade. He had stolen from his family, scammed his friends, and even used money said to go to orphans on himself. Good thing we found this out when we did, but then the village elder forbade him from entering the town again. One day later, the elder ends up missing, with no clues to be found. Two others have gone missing since then, and everyone suspects him, but no one’s brave enough to go after him.”
♠♠♠♠♠♠
Sunlight once again lit the streets, signifying to Sabin that it was time to return to train on Mt. Kolts. He can’t resist himself, and takes a route closer to Kefka’s hut on the way back. A man with a distinctive pointed chin and nose was outside gardening when Sabin walked pasted; preoccupied, he didn’t notice the monk. As he looked to the garden, it was not filled with vegetables, but hemlock. Kefka stopped for a second, and turned his gaze to his sudden guest. Despite his otherwise normal appearance, the malice behind his eyes was unmistakable; it was enough to startle even the bravest warrior… or monk.
Sabin picked up his pace to get past him. The hemlock concerned him, but if the villagers were unwilling to do anything, he had to seek help from elsewhere. His brother had helped the world get rid of a man simply desiring power; he could help a village get rid of a mere sociopath. He wondered for a moment how horrifying it could have been if a man like Kefka had been in Gestahl's position; the same terror the village felt, on a global scale.
He shook his head and decided to think about happier events. After all, he can be thankful that is something that shall never be.
the_404_errorClass: Black Mage!
Title: Steadfast Sanity
Summary: For the "What if..." prompt on airship_lounge. In this case, what if Gestahl had never found the Land of Espers, and consequently, what if Kefka was never experimented on/became a powerful General? (Since Kefka's origins are unknown, for the sake of this, I'm assuming he wasn't a part of the Empire at the very beginning.)
Characters/Pairings: Sabin, Kefka
Word count: 798
Rating/warnings: It has Kefka in it? Kefka himself = a warning. This is also un-betaed, and something I more-or-less made myself write for the sake of writing.
"Beware the man living alone on the outskirts of town."
Question any local about him, and they'll repeat the same phrase as all of the others. Sabin had grown increasingly curious about him, as the area containing the infamous man's hut was between this village and the mountain where he trained.
However, that was not at the front of his mind this day. An impromptu parade had begun in this small village, and people danced in the street in front of him. As Sabin got pulled in, he joined the chorus of "the war is over, Gestahl's under a boulder! The empire fell, oh how they did smell!"
It hadn't been a particularly long war, and it would not be more than a footnote in history. After all, of what interest was little more than a simple war of numbers and firepower? The Allied Kingdoms and Empire were about even in number, but the differing techniques of the Kingdoms combined his own brother's inventiveness allegedly gave them an advantage. He couldn't help but smile at this thought; while he still wished for his brother’s freedom, he was proud of how successful a ruler he had become.
♠♠♠♠♠♠
The moon now reigned in the sky, but little had quieted down. The children and elderly had gone off to bed, but most of the town continued their celebrations. Through the song and drunken exclamations, one man’s coarse voice suddenly soared above the rest.
“Kefka! Kefka! Kefka!”
The whole crowd seemed to turn to look, if only for a second, with Sabin among them. A few stood aghast, and those closest to him appeared ready to shake him. As a portion of the crowd went back to their previous festivities, Sabin decided to get closer to the shouting man. Whatever he uttered, it must have been important, but to what degree?
The man was laughing when the monk was close enough to hear statements normal volume.
“See? I’m not dead! Or even hurt!” he had a smile from ear to ear; gloating in the victory against an invisible enemy. His friends still appeared terrified.
“What’s a Kefka?” Sabin could not resist asking. If uttering it was forbidden, it had caused this man no harm, and it was impossible for this day to be ruined.
The man’s friends exchanged nervous glances, but the shouter gladly put down his glass as he turned to Sabin.
“They’re all afraid of him! Cowardly lot.” He noticed the distinct aroma of alcohol on the man’s breath now, and Sabin was not even standing that close.
“Beware the man living on the outskirts of town?” Sabin quoted, as he could think of no one else the whole village feared.
“Yes, that one! He has a name, and it’s Kefka. They say saying it is a curse, and will bring you ill fortune, or worse, kill you. Bunch of rubbish. Kefka was once the richest and most respected man here, but then we found out his money was ill-gotten and his charm was a masquerade. He had stolen from his family, scammed his friends, and even used money said to go to orphans on himself. Good thing we found this out when we did, but then the village elder forbade him from entering the town again. One day later, the elder ends up missing, with no clues to be found. Two others have gone missing since then, and everyone suspects him, but no one’s brave enough to go after him.”
♠♠♠♠♠♠
Sunlight once again lit the streets, signifying to Sabin that it was time to return to train on Mt. Kolts. He can’t resist himself, and takes a route closer to Kefka’s hut on the way back. A man with a distinctive pointed chin and nose was outside gardening when Sabin walked pasted; preoccupied, he didn’t notice the monk. As he looked to the garden, it was not filled with vegetables, but hemlock. Kefka stopped for a second, and turned his gaze to his sudden guest. Despite his otherwise normal appearance, the malice behind his eyes was unmistakable; it was enough to startle even the bravest warrior… or monk.
Sabin picked up his pace to get past him. The hemlock concerned him, but if the villagers were unwilling to do anything, he had to seek help from elsewhere. His brother had helped the world get rid of a man simply desiring power; he could help a village get rid of a mere sociopath. He wondered for a moment how horrifying it could have been if a man like Kefka had been in Gestahl's position; the same terror the village felt, on a global scale.
He shook his head and decided to think about happier events. After all, he can be thankful that is something that shall never be.