Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimate Final Fantasy ❯ Arrival Of Evil ( Chapter 1 )
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By: cztigergirl 
The Red Mage, Blood Dragon... An almighty evil rumored to have inflicted godlike devastation, has dedicated himself to ruling the world.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 840 | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
The Red Mage, Blood Dragon... An almighty evil rumored to have inflicted godlike devastation, has dedicated himself to ruling the world.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 840 | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the Final Fantasy Characters, or many of the other characters in this story.
Chapter 1: Arrival Of Evil
Location: Gurgu Volcano
From this hellish domain arises the one who has slept for years. The one who's power once ruled all the land, who had destroyed civilizations, and disrupted the balance of power on numerous worlds. The magic user who can call down hell's wrath or heaven's rapture with just a sliver of a thought.
Some call him a god brought low. Others call him a human, deified. Others dare not whisper his name, in fear that he may hear and take vengeance upon those haughty enough to consider themselves worthy of emitting from the mouths his name.
The Blood Dragon. No one remembers why he is called that, the stories range from him having killed the last Blood Dragon, which are the ancestors of today's weaker dragons. Others say that he is the father of all dragon's, and when the moon is full, and the sun is down, his true form comes forth, and he scours the country sides.
The Red Mage. Unknown are his origins, or even his existence. But there he is. He steps forth from the Gurgu Volcano, his cloak, even more menacing and red than the worst magma, the hottest lava. It is said that tens of thousands of white mages died to make the dye for his cloak and hat, and one sight of the clothing worn, usually quells all doubts of exaggeration.
He strides forward from the volcano, not retreating from it, but departing from it. Almost as a sigh, the volcano gives a last giant spurt of hot lava, and settles down. Regenerating itself for the next return of the Dragon who inhabits it. The Red Mage continues to stride forward, and clears the volcanic area. He walks down the worn path, leading from the volcano to the Temple of Fiends.
The Red Mage descends down farther and is now a distance away from the volcano. With but a thought, his mind forces his body into the air, and sends him hurtling headlong, at speeds unimaginable to the normal, or even advanced human.
Within seconds his destination is in sight, and the welcoming party is already arrayed. Around the doors of the temple, stand 20 of his strongest minions. Powerful in their own right, but in comparison to their master, their skills are naught.
The mage touches down upon the ground. His minions heads are all bowed, and with only a mental message he recognizes their achievements. "It is time for the end time. It is time, for the Red mage to rule all that he was meant to rule in the beginning. With the strength of the Black mages, and their armies of Skeletal warriors, chaos shall finally rule through order. Order shall rule through chaos, and I, your master, shall rule it all, with an iron fist."
The Black mages acknowledge the acknowledgement with a joint raising of their heads, and then uttering; "The red mage, the Blood'red Dragon. Master of all Realms, and all powers."
The Red Mage and the Black Mages assemble the last group needed for the plan to work. Summons and spells are hatched, and the army of Skeletal warriors are brought to life, this time in force. Every being in this coagulation knows its duty, and they immediately form up. With but a thought, the red mage teleports all of the mages and warriors directly to his destination, the first stop on a world tour: Coneria Castle.
Location: Pravoka
Fire.. Death... Evil... Countless lives lost... Blood drenched the area, staining the land and stone forever. She stumbled along what she could only determine was a path, through her tear soaked eyes, as she stepped over and between, but more often on countless bodies. The heat of battle and cold of death both affecting her body, she could no longer see and falls before the evil responsible for all this pain...
Suki awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. "Something is definitely not right."
Later That Day...
Suki looked around her, glancing at her surroundings. The White Mage had sensed trouble stirring for a long while now, but she doubted it was in her lands, after all, all their troubles had been sorted out. Right? So it was only logical that she must leave to help the new realms that had become part of her world.
"Goodbye my homeland, and only land I have ever known, I hope to return someday." With this she began her journey.
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Chapter 1: Arrival Of Evil
Location: Gurgu Volcano
From this hellish domain arises the one who has slept for years. The one who's power once ruled all the land, who had destroyed civilizations, and disrupted the balance of power on numerous worlds. The magic user who can call down hell's wrath or heaven's rapture with just a sliver of a thought.
Some call him a god brought low. Others call him a human, deified. Others dare not whisper his name, in fear that he may hear and take vengeance upon those haughty enough to consider themselves worthy of emitting from the mouths his name.
The Blood Dragon. No one remembers why he is called that, the stories range from him having killed the last Blood Dragon, which are the ancestors of today's weaker dragons. Others say that he is the father of all dragon's, and when the moon is full, and the sun is down, his true form comes forth, and he scours the country sides.
The Red Mage. Unknown are his origins, or even his existence. But there he is. He steps forth from the Gurgu Volcano, his cloak, even more menacing and red than the worst magma, the hottest lava. It is said that tens of thousands of white mages died to make the dye for his cloak and hat, and one sight of the clothing worn, usually quells all doubts of exaggeration.
He strides forward from the volcano, not retreating from it, but departing from it. Almost as a sigh, the volcano gives a last giant spurt of hot lava, and settles down. Regenerating itself for the next return of the Dragon who inhabits it. The Red Mage continues to stride forward, and clears the volcanic area. He walks down the worn path, leading from the volcano to the Temple of Fiends.
The Red Mage descends down farther and is now a distance away from the volcano. With but a thought, his mind forces his body into the air, and sends him hurtling headlong, at speeds unimaginable to the normal, or even advanced human.
Within seconds his destination is in sight, and the welcoming party is already arrayed. Around the doors of the temple, stand 20 of his strongest minions. Powerful in their own right, but in comparison to their master, their skills are naught.
The mage touches down upon the ground. His minions heads are all bowed, and with only a mental message he recognizes their achievements. "It is time for the end time. It is time, for the Red mage to rule all that he was meant to rule in the beginning. With the strength of the Black mages, and their armies of Skeletal warriors, chaos shall finally rule through order. Order shall rule through chaos, and I, your master, shall rule it all, with an iron fist."
The Black mages acknowledge the acknowledgement with a joint raising of their heads, and then uttering; "The red mage, the Blood'red Dragon. Master of all Realms, and all powers."
The Red Mage and the Black Mages assemble the last group needed for the plan to work. Summons and spells are hatched, and the army of Skeletal warriors are brought to life, this time in force. Every being in this coagulation knows its duty, and they immediately form up. With but a thought, the red mage teleports all of the mages and warriors directly to his destination, the first stop on a world tour: Coneria Castle.
Location: Pravoka
Fire.. Death... Evil... Countless lives lost... Blood drenched the area, staining the land and stone forever. She stumbled along what she could only determine was a path, through her tear soaked eyes, as she stepped over and between, but more often on countless bodies. The heat of battle and cold of death both affecting her body, she could no longer see and falls before the evil responsible for all this pain...
Suki awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. "Something is definitely not right."
Later That Day...
Suki looked around her, glancing at her surroundings. The White Mage had sensed trouble stirring for a long while now, but she doubted it was in her lands, after all, all their troubles had been sorted out. Right? So it was only logical that she must leave to help the new realms that had become part of her world.
"Goodbye my homeland, and only land I have ever known, I hope to return someday." With this she began her journey.
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