Ch 3, part 10
"Dark Skies over Palamecia" – a Final Fantasy II retelling
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy II and all FFII characters featured within. Original characters and interpretations are owned by the co-writers of this fan fiction. There is no profit being made from this story.
Cantirena woke up in the Dreadnaught Warship's captain's quarters by herself. She knew that she was having a very peaceful dream, but she had no clue as to who the people in the dream were. Her memories had become so very foggy. Was that ever frustrating! She put her hands on her forehead, noticing that she still had the jewel right there in the center. In her dream, Cantirena didn't have it. What did it mean? Her head ached the more she thought about it. She kept hearing a voice telling her that everything was going to be just fine. A voice which was soothing in a way that Mateus' wasn't. She could have laid there and listened to that voice forever.
She noticed that the ship was not flying any more. There wasn't a window to look outside, so she couldn't tell if she was back in Palamecia. She didn't know what time it was, or how long she was sleeping. There was a basket full of fresh bread, fruit, and cheese on the table waiting for her, along with a card.
Cantirena walked over to the table and picked up the card.
Rest now, my princess. The trap is set. When the time is right, I will come for you. Yours, -Mateus
"I've done a lot of resting," she said quietly, reading the card over and over again. "I'm going to get cabin fever if I stay in here…" then she frowned. "…but His Grace wants to keep me in here." She looked around the room. What was she going to do? There wasn't much entertainment lying about, though… there was a book sitting on the nightstand next to where she was sleeping. Well, she knew what she would be doing now.
She sat back down where she had been sleeping and picked up the book, opening to the first page. "The light of cure comes from within," she read aloud. Those words sounded very familiar. Cantirena was very certain she'd heard these words before. Maybe in a distant dream, maybe some time she couldn't remember, but she knew she'd heard those words before. "If one does not have enough strength in their inner spirit, one cannot use the cure spell to great effect." Cantirena felt her eyes burn with tears. Where had she heard these words before, and why did it feel so important to her?
She had to close the book. Cantirena looked at the cover. There was a symbol of a circled five-point star on the front. On the bottom of the circle, it read Mysidian Tome of Mages.
"Mysidia," she whispered. "A land of magic and ancient tradition… Wait, I've never been there. Why do I know anything about a place I've never been?"
Cantirena put the book back on the nightstand. She was confused at why it was even there. All it did was made her brain hurt, trying to recall memories that she could no longer seem to reach in her mind.
The light of cure comes from within…
It repeated over and over again in her mind, for some reason. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her pillow.
The light of cure comes from within… If one does not have enough strength in their inner spirit, one cannot use the cure spell to great effect.
Her heart ached. More voices, more people, from a time or a place long forgotten? Who were they?
"Wow, Canti! You're going to be the student of the royal mage, Minwu! You've made your family so very proud of you!"
"Sis. I wish I was more like you."
"My child, you learn at a rate must faster than I do. At this rate, your power might very well surpass that of my own… and if that happens, no one else will be happier for you than me."
"You're a precious girl. Don't ever change."
Cantirena shot straight up, her face wet from the tears that wouldn't stop falling. She had no idea who she really was anymore. Why would she remember these people, these words?
That's when she started to smell it: the smell of fire in the distance. People were screaming. Swords and spears cut through them. She could feel a wind spell come out of her, and then the sensation of losing every bit of feeling in her body. Dark knights, just like the ones who worked on the airship she was in right this very second, tore up everything around her. And, a man… who looked very much like her beloved Mateus was the head of it all. She could feel a slap to her face, the falling flat on the ground.
"Your Grace," Cantirena cried. For a brief moment, she wasn't in that airship cabin. She was staring Mateus down, vowing revenge. She didn't want to believe it, but there was no mistaking it. That was his face, his hair, his hand. The same jewel in the center of his head, which looked just like the one she had on her forehead. That was him, and she wanted to kill him right in that moment. "My Emperor… did you… what were… WHY?!"
She hit the pillow as hard as she could. She felt rage, so much rage that she didn't know what to do with herself. She wanted to kill him, even though she loved him more than she loved anyone else in the world. Unable to hold back her feelings, she took her anger out on the furniture around her. The pillows burst open, feathers flying everywhere. The mirror on the wall shattered with one flick of her wrist in that general direction. The table was in pieces within seconds.
"Now, now, Cantirena. We do not handle our anger with a tantrum."
"Teacher, I… I don't know what to do with all of this… this… gahhh, I hate everybody and everything!"
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do…"
"Your anger will pass, my child. You must let it go. If you let your anger consume you, well… that's a path of destruction. You'll destroy who you are inside. And you don't want to do that, because everyone likes who you are."
"Then… is it wrong to feel mad?"
"No. Everyone has emotions, but they have to be handled in the right way. If you're mad at your sister, so mad you want to hit her, then you need to back away. When the anger cools off, you can approach her as to why you're mad and talk it out."
Cantirena stopped in the middle of a punch, noticing that her hand was bloody from glass shards having cut through her skin. All that rampaging, and she was exhausted again. She picked up a sheet and wrapped her hand up to try to stop the bleeding.
"I will… wait…" she whispered, falling back over on the bed. "I will… speak to His Grace when we have the chance. I will find out what happened then. Then maybe I'll know why my memories are so muddled, too." Cantirena wanted to hear that voice of reason again. She couldn't remember who it was or why it was so relaxing to hear, but…
I don't know who you are, but your words have saved me more than once, Cantirena thought, slipping back to sleep.
END CHAPER THREE