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dizzyspells2012-03-01 08:05 pm
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In a world without magic
In the months after Kefka's tower collapsed, the world changed rapidly. Though some of the damage to the land was irreversible, life began to flourish once again. For the first time in years, the trees budded, flowers grew, and even the sky turned blue. Everything seemed to be heading back to the way things were, though there was something distinctly different about their new world. When Kefka died, so too did magic, and with it, many of the monsters became less aggressive, and some species died out completely. To the average person it wasn't entirely a terrible trade-off, since travel became safer, but still, things were different.
Few felt the difference more than Celes. Unlike most of her friends who learned magic from the shards of Magicite, Celes was genetically modified from a young age. There was hardly a time in her life that she could remember not at least feeling that presence of magic, to be able to call forth fire or ice at a whim. Even now, she could feel the incantations on her tongue, but there was nothing to fuel it. Like a lamp drained of all of it's oil.
For all of the changes in the world, the one place that stayed the same was the mountains of Narshe. Still abandoned since the cataclysm, the frozen peaks saw few visitors. Few, save for the two climbing a long and winding frozen path. Even though it was spring, the mountains were as cold as ever, maybe even colder. Maybe the loss of magic had more of an effect on her than she'd like to admit, but Celes couldn't remember feeling quite this cold before. She'd be the last one to speak up though, so she kept her arms wrapped around her center, trudging forward silently in the snow.
Few felt the difference more than Celes. Unlike most of her friends who learned magic from the shards of Magicite, Celes was genetically modified from a young age. There was hardly a time in her life that she could remember not at least feeling that presence of magic, to be able to call forth fire or ice at a whim. Even now, she could feel the incantations on her tongue, but there was nothing to fuel it. Like a lamp drained of all of it's oil.
For all of the changes in the world, the one place that stayed the same was the mountains of Narshe. Still abandoned since the cataclysm, the frozen peaks saw few visitors. Few, save for the two climbing a long and winding frozen path. Even though it was spring, the mountains were as cold as ever, maybe even colder. Maybe the loss of magic had more of an effect on her than she'd like to admit, but Celes couldn't remember feeling quite this cold before. She'd be the last one to speak up though, so she kept her arms wrapped around her center, trudging forward silently in the snow.
saaaaaap warning
As wonderful a gift as it was, Magic, and the greed for it's power was dangerous. Even though things were starting to return to normal, some things would never be the same. There wasn't a person alive who hadn't lost a part of themselves in the cataclysm. Even before that, how many lost family, like Cyan or the brothers Figaro? Or loved ones, like Locke? How close had she come to losing everything?
It was nowhere close to losing a loved one, she knew that now, after the time she spent on the island. Unlike Locke, and so many others she got her chance to make things right again, and find those she had lost.
When she thought of it that way, magic was a small price to pay. After the first War of the Magi, the Goddesses must have realized this too. It's why they sealed away their power. Because as wonderful as magic was, there was no comparison when it came to friends, family, and homeland.
And what really had she given up? The ability to create fire on a whim? A fire that, because of magic's nature to protect it's caster, never really felt all that hot to Celes in the first place. It was a dull heat compared to the warmth in Locke's hands around hers.
Realizing this, she offered Locke a small smile, "I have no regrets. Given the chance, I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
lets not kid ourselves that applies to like, this whole thread
For now, he huffed a laugh, breath misting out between them, and leaned his forehead onto hers. Reluctant to move overmuch, because yeah, it's cold, even in here, and he was as close to comfortable as he'd be with his shoulder aching and his head spinning (and he's still lacking a shirt, let alone anything warmer than the cloak he's sharing with Celes.) They were going to need to build up the fire again before long, though. Eventually he brought her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles.
"You're really something, you know that?"
hahaha yeah true
"It's not anything that you wouldn't have done." Or anything that anyone else did. Terra was dealing just fine with the loss of her magic, seemed happy about it sometimes, even. Not waiting for an answer, she ended up pulling away, turning towards the fire, "We need to get some more wood." As always, dealing with work that needs to be done was the easier thing to do.
doing this on a psp is difficult, but I can't sleep anyway
"Time and a place Celes, remember?" he snickered into her ear. Biting cold or bloodloss be damned, he still seemed to be feeling well enough to be a pain in the ass. He'd survive. She did have a point, though. He carefully began to unwind himself from around her. "Does this mean you're done putting me back together?"
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"You're acting well enough, I estimate a fast recovery." Not that much could keep him down for long. She was relunctant to move away from his heat, but once he unwound himself, she pushed herself to her feet.
"Stay here, I don't want to risk you running into more jagged spikes."
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"Luckily, I already cleared the path for you." By stumbling through it. "A torch oughta keep the critters away."