{Fan Fics} Final Fantasy I-FFVII Short Fics

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Hello, everyone! Over the past few weeks, I've been working on this writing idea of mine...which is that I would write a drabble or short story focusing on a character from all of the main installment Final Fantasy games (and quite a few of the spin-off titles too). The writing style is a bit different from what I normally do, so I was a little nervous about posting them...but, I wrote as many as I felt comfortable doing and so I felt like it would be a waste not to post them (with that in mind, I apologize if they come across as OOC or just strange in general XD).

Since I don't normally write for some of these games, I think this would probably qualify for the Workshop Challenge about writing for games I don't normally write for. :) Anyways, I don't want to flood the comm with a ton of them, so I will divide them up in posts every few days. This post is for the FFI-FFVII fics. ♥

Username: Yin (of breyzyyin)
Class: White Mage
LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these Final Fantasy titles or their characters. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix!

Title: Impressions
Summary: Matoya's thoughts on the Warriors of Light.
Characters/Pairings: Matoya.
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G.

Oh, them.

When the fabled heroes, the Warriors of Light, first appeared before her the witch was far from impressed.

Eager fools, the lot of them, concerned only with their noble cause. All the while performing mundane errands masquerading as false heroics without complaint.

There was something about them that gave her pause though, made her think that perhaps there was something that made them stand out from the façade.

She would never admit it to them, however.

First impressions, even if they felt like ones she'd made unconsciously time and again, were hard for her to admit might be wrong.

*****

Title: Changed Perceptions
Summary: How people's perceptions on Hilda and Gordon changed with time.
Characters/Pairings: Hilda and Gordon, with mentions of Scott and the King of Fynn. Hilda x Gordon.
Word count: 461
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFII.

She was the dutiful daughter of the King of Fynn, a strong-willed princess to be sure, but one that many in her kingdom had not expected to see do much beyond marry another powerful royal and beget heirs: kings who would become legends in their own time, who would bear their lineage proudly...her father's name foremost among their ancestors.

He was the younger son of a powerful king. Not as confident in his skills on the battlefield as his brother, preferring to think of strategies instead...ones he hesitated to share out of fear of ridicule.

His older brother saw the potential he had, the strength...he openly praised him. Others only saw his temerity, his weaker fighting stance. They ridiculed him when they believed no one to be listening. He was expected to fade into obscurity after his brother wed, no more than a footnote in their royal history.

Then the Empire invaded, the imperial troops laying siege to their kingdoms.

Her father, the king, formed a resistance. She aided him at his side. When the arrows struck him down, made him unable to leave his bed, she took up the mantle...leading the resistance on her own.

During the battle that took his brother's life, he had panicked and hid. The guilt he felt with that action stayed with him always.

Still...he learned to rise above it eventually, grasping the inner strength and potential his brother had always insisted he carried with him even when he himself doubted it.

He helped to rescue the woman both he and his brother had always loved...though she was not simply waiting to be rescued, in fitting with her determined nature. He became a competent fighter and superb tactician.

Later on, the two led the rebellion as equals. It was during their time as such when the bond between them had deepened into something more, that the Empire was finally defeated.

They had quietly held hands and smiled as the cheers of those who had suffered under the brutal assaults of the Empire went on well throughout the day and night for weeks without end. There was rebuilding to be done, memorials and tributes to the fallen...but hope and a sense of joy filled the days that followed regardless of any potential hardships and the all-too fresh memories of loss still holding sway in people's hearts.

When people spoke of their descendants, who did become kings and queens in their own rights, it was in respectful and awe-worthy tones. Their names being the first to be mentioned constantly in the lineage notes: the leaders of the rebellion who helped the people find hope once more, who gave their citizens strength through their own actions.

...It is funny to think how initial perceptions can be so thoroughly changed.

*****

Title: Different Truths
Summary: Doga’s thoughts on Xande.
Characters/Pairings: Doga, with heavy mentions of Unei and Xande.
Word count: 420
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIII.

Three apprentices they had been together.

The memories of those times seemed so removed, so far away from him now. Everything had changed when their master had bestowed upon them different gifts.

To Unei, the world of dreams.

To Doga, the knowledge of magic.

To Xande, mortality.

It had been Xande's gift that had forced them apart: Xande's anger at his sudden mortality causing him to go mad. Lost in thoughts of preserving his own life, he destroyed the balance: that which sustained their world.

He did not see, as Doga did, as Unei did, the truth behind their master's gift. Xande had always been too brash, too impetuous...he was confident in his ability and made no room to do anything beyond his studies. His immortality made him blind to everything.

Though Doga and Unei were to live for much longer, their bodies aged...their physical selves becoming old and decrepit while their skills, their intellect, did not. Even this would have been an impossible fate for Xande to accept, his thoughts stuck to the moment: to an ageless figure of himself that did not match reality.

He only saw the gift as a curse, as something completely unfair. A fate to rage against, to fight: even if the world suffered and ceased to exist beyond a frozen, eternal dead "now."

That was the "truth" he saw in their master's gift.

But Unei and Doga understood it differently. The truth they saw in the gift of mortality was something wholly different.

"It is not how long you live, but what you make of the time you have in this world."

Knowing what they both had to do to ensure the Warriors of Light had the strength they needed to face Xande, their former friend and fellow apprentice...and accepting their role in that endeavor, Doga understood that truth all too clearly.

He had done his best to abide by it all his days, had no regrets. He knew Unei felt the same as she smiled wryly, lost in contemplation and dreams.

It was a shame, in a way, that the two of them had more understanding, more appreciation for the gift that had been given to Xande than he himself did. He felt pity for Xande still because of that, despite knowing he had to be stopped.

A curse and a blessing, one way to look at something that had been viewed as both by so many different people through time immemorial.

...They had just seen different truths to the same thing.

*****

Title: Roles
Summary: Edward contemplates his roles in life.
Characters/Pairings: Edward. Mentions of Anna, Tellah, and Harley. Edward x Anna, Edward x Harley.
Word count: 220
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIV and FFIV: The After Years.

The Bard who, as a prince, had once traveled to different lands spinning all manners of stories into songs: notes transforming into captivating, haunting melodies that rang clearly through the air for all to hear.

Lover of Anna, the daughter of the Great Sage Tellah. She had fallen in love with him after hearing his songs and speaking with him. She had saved him from a mortal blow, pleaded with him to carry on. That had given him the strength to help protect his people, the very world.

Edward, King of Damcyan. He had helped to rebuild his land throughout his rule, giving hope to his people: the strength to continue on even through difficult times.

His songs had inspired her, she had once said to him when she encouraged him to play...to give them both courage. When she had nothing left, when she was absolutely terrified about the future, she had heard him playing and it had renewed her strength...made her want to continue living.

Harley had dutifully served as aide to the King ever since, always loyal: always encouraging in her own way as she claimed he encouraged her.

Bard. King. They were the two roles that became crucial to his life, that gave him reasons to continue on...countless reasons that he always treasured whichever role he played.

*****

Title: Dragons
Summary: Lenna's thoughts on dragons.
Characters/Pairings: Lenna, Hiryu.
Word count: 166
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFV.

Once, in a desperate attempt to save her mother's life, she had charged at one of the great, winged beasts. She'd wanted to kill it then: a life of a creature for the life of her beloved mother.

She had been stopped though, and her mother had died: choosing not to kill Hiryu to ensure her own survival. Despite her grief, the insatiable and shocked grief of a little girl bereft of a parent...the words spoken to her then stayed with her always, causing her to feel guilty for her actions. To change how she looked at dragons entirely.

Her mother had loved Hiryu and saw the dragon as someone precious. That memory remained entrenched in her mind always, caused her to see Hiryu and other dragons in a different light.

Years later...she almost killed herself, walking through a field of poisoned grass to save Hiryu's life. There was no hesitation, only the desire to save the dragon's life: to save a life without exchanging anyone else's.

*****

Title: Children
Summary: Terra contemplating being around the orphans at Mobliz.
Characters/Pairings: Terra and the children.
Word count: 230
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFVI.

The sensation was new to her, the desire something foreign...but persistent and natural all the same.

She had once asked a general if he thought she would ever find love. He had assured her she would, but the girl had remained doubtful.

One of the children slipped on the rocks, falling down hard on his knee. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the stinging scrapes and the cut that began to trickle blood down his right leg. It wasn't a severe injury, but it was the kind of one young children often have a low tolerance for.

By the time she'd gotten through the throng of other orphans circling the child worriedly, he was sobbing loudly.

She reached out to touch his shoulder assuredly, and the boy called out and clung to her tightly...as if her presence there suddenly put a wall around everything.

She blinked slowly, the child's hands around her waist, his tears and runny nose on the fabric of her skirt. His crying was a muffled sob now, lessening by the second.

The sensation grew larger, a warmth in her chest that poured outward. Surprising herself by smiling slightly, her arms wrapped around the boy's tiny, shaking shoulders...the other children closing in around her, offering encouraging words to the hurt youth in their midst.

...Without her even realizing it, love had found her.

*****

Title: Father
Summary: Nanaki contemplates his feelings towards his father as he prepares to tell his children about him.
Characters/Pairings: Nanaki (Red XIII), Seto, Nanaki's children.
Word count: 225
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFVII.

When he had been a very small cub, he had hated his father.

Never mind that his earlier memories of Seto had been ones of a proud figure, filled with youthful admiration...of wanting to be exactly like him. Those were tarnished by memories of fire and smoke, of blood and terror...his mother's wailing screams as his father fled when they needed him the most.

His father's retreating form in the carnage was what stayed with him after that, replacing everything else. The anger and hatred he felt never faded even with the passage of time, of countless years in which he grew to be an imposing figure himself.

But his father hadn't run away. He had continued to fight, to take the battle away from Cosmo Canyon.

Learning the truth had shamed him, had filled him with guilt. Seeing his father's tears in his stone form, locked in his fighting stance with a multitude of poisonous arrows like porcupine quills stuck in his back, had caused him to cry as well...to howl at his memory.

His cubs looked nervous in the cave, peering curiously at the statue that looked similar to them. Clearing his throat, he waited until their eyes were on him again.

"This is your grandfather," he began, his voice proud as he gestured with a red-orange furred shoulder, "He is a hero."