This is my first fanfiction, from a game 'the Last Remnant' copyright belong to Square Enix. Someone encouraged me to write. Somehow I just terribly in love with the game (up to my imagination filled the empty spaces in my head), so I needed to write it down. It was quite fun but also hard as well. The image belongs to Square Enix.
Pict: David Nassau
David Nassau felt the breeze stroke his blonde hair. It was calm on the seaside of Fornstrand. So peaceful. The vicious crabs, armorshells, seemed to be nowhere to be seen.
The weather in Fornstrand is known to change every few decades from calm to stormy and so on, as the cycle goes. At the moment, the sky was clear and the sea looked calm. But unlike the calm Starry Shore of Fornstrand, his head was in such a turmoil, as if it was messed with by a giant storm. But as a lord of Athlum, he had to maintain his composure, the image of poised and cool-headed young master, who he always tried to be in front of everyone.
The Conqueror was gone and so was Rush. The most energetic youth he had ever known. Although the fear of collapses might have had disappeared, the storm basically wasn’t over yet. The struggle to keep the peace of the world seemed never ending, or could he really achieve that luxurious dream? At least in his very own land of Athlum, he was very concerned about.
After all remnants have vanished, the beastmen were most likely to attack anytime. They were getting stronger, it seemed; or were that the Athlumian soldiers and especially himself were getting weaker? Without the Gae Bolg, battles were getting harder and harder. Now they reached the point where his confidence was consumed and he felt desperately exhausted after all the battles. The people of Athlum had to pay higher taxes for the army. Without the increase of income it was really difficult to pay. Due to security reasons, the trade in Athlum was troubled. He knew that in times like these it was unwise to raise the taxes, but how could the Athlumian soldiers even survive the battles without appropriate weapons and armors? The price of those blades and shields increased, also due to security reasons - the traders were afraid of traveling to Athlum. Also without the presence of remnant teleporters, it was a really long and hard trip to travel back and forth.They lost an important means of transportation.
Under these circumstances it was also hard to keep the peace in Athlum herself. Terrors also happened within the city. Some groups of citizens just could not take it anymore and they protested. Even the so-called Syndicate members got it wrong. Though his most trusted Torgal and Allan had already taken care of it, the thought of making his people suffer just kept creeping over him. Did the efforts he made in the battles were really for the glory of Athlum? What use he had of the "glory of Athlum", if he couldn’t make his people prosper?
Suddenly the hollow void grew bigger and bigger in his heart. Was he really fit for being Lord? He felt that words of Lord Qubine from Celapaleis were right. That sometimes it is difficult to make decisions on your own. If Athlum were still a principality of Celapaleis, supposedly the Celapalean army would provide help by now. But being only the neighbouring country, Celapaleis could not help. They had their own internal conflicts, as aristocrats began to rebel against the ruling government.
Just like in old times, David sought comfort in the beautiful Starry Shore of Fornstrand, watching the water sparkling in the sunlight. The cries of eagle-like avians with lion tail, hraevelgs, could be heard from afar. There he used to meet with the girl, who had always believed in him. He used to share the burdens he bore on his shoulder with the girl amidst the comforting sound of waves and vast blue sea. Afterwards, he could always find the strength to move on, he could find his confidence. He could always find those in the gleam of her eyes and her faith.
No matter how bad he longed for her, he could never see her again. He failed to save her, because he couldn’t use the Gae Bolg freely when the attack happened. He failed. He failed to save Emma, his skilled General, who had also cared for him like his own mother, when his true mother and father passed away. He lost Rush. He lost people, who were very dear to him. The wailing in his heart now was unbearable.
David touched his right eye, as if to feel the part of Gae Bolg which used to be attached to him. Something he used to think as a burden, but now wanted back so badly. He raised his arm straight, as if he were to target and shot enemies with his ex-machina.
Gae Bolg, I call upon thee. Nothing happened, He looked up at the sky, just to hear the cries of hraevelgs tearing the Fornstrand sky.
In this very situation, without Gae Bolg, how can he keep Athlum safe? The question perturbed him like a nightmare.
While looking down, he walked towards the Cape of Delusion, watching armorshells creeping aside, as he dragged his rapier. Nothing bad can happen to Athlum if you're in charge. It was what she said. Then he smiled to the memory with the same wry smile he made as the girl spoke those words. But eventually what she said came true. Athlum gained independence.
His eyes followed the armorshells and he felt a sudden thrill when his gaze met a shape like a mitra girl standing nearby with her back turned to him. Exactly at the very spot the girl he used to meet with usually waited for him. It was exactly the same figure. Her figure, still vividly burned in his memory of five years ago when he was about 14 years old. He was really sure that it was her and that he was unlikely to be wrong.
“It cannot be.. It cannot be her. She… she… Could it be?!”
He reached out to the girl’s shoulder with his free hand. But the moment his hand touched her and the girl turned around, his heart throbbed.
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