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Title: Storm-Racked
Fandom: FFVI
Characters: Terra Branford
Rating: PG
Words: 200
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ff_fortnightly, When it was over, this is what was left theme. Spoilers for the Floating Continent portion of the game.
The world is ending. All Terra can do is watch its destruction.
What could survive this? Terra thinks, just before the winds tear the Blackjack's deck to pieces under her feet.
Terra's esper self enfolds her vulnerable human flesh in gleaming, ethereal armor, and she cuts through the black storm clouds like a falling star. The earth beneath yawns open to greet her.
Nothing could survive this -
---
"Do you think she's alive?"
Terra looks up. A boy - he cannot be older than ten, she thinks - stands above her.
"She's ok!" the boy shouts behind him, and a gaggle of children peek over piles of rubble to look at her.
The boy offers his hand to Terra.
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'm fine..." Terra staggers to her feet. The children swarm from their hiding places and surround her, shouting questions.
"Where'd you come from?"
"Do you have snacks? I'm hungry - "
"Your dress is so pretty!"
"Wait!" Terra says, frowning. "Where are your parents, little ones?"
The children fall silent.
"There's only us," one child says, sniffling. Terra's heart breaks.
"Well," Terra says, helplessly, only knowing she must tell them something, "you have me, now."
By some miracle, this is enough to make them smile.
Fandom: FFVI
Characters: Terra Branford
Rating: PG
Words: 200
A/N: Written for
ff_fortnightly, When it was over, this is what was left theme. Spoilers for the Floating Continent portion of the game.The world is ending. All Terra can do is watch its destruction.
What could survive this? Terra thinks, just before the winds tear the Blackjack's deck to pieces under her feet.
Terra's esper self enfolds her vulnerable human flesh in gleaming, ethereal armor, and she cuts through the black storm clouds like a falling star. The earth beneath yawns open to greet her.
Nothing could survive this -
---
"Do you think she's alive?"
Terra looks up. A boy - he cannot be older than ten, she thinks - stands above her.
"She's ok!" the boy shouts behind him, and a gaggle of children peek over piles of rubble to look at her.
The boy offers his hand to Terra.
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'm fine..." Terra staggers to her feet. The children swarm from their hiding places and surround her, shouting questions.
"Where'd you come from?"
"Do you have snacks? I'm hungry - "
"Your dress is so pretty!"
"Wait!" Terra says, frowning. "Where are your parents, little ones?"
The children fall silent.
"There's only us," one child says, sniffling. Terra's heart breaks.
"Well," Terra says, helplessly, only knowing she must tell them something, "you have me, now."
By some miracle, this is enough to make them smile.
