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ONESHOT - HELPLESS
I did it again, didn't I?
I've gotten myself into another mess.
When will I ever learn?
...
I should have brought allies with me...
That is, if I had allies to begin with...
That's right. I have no allies.
I belong to no clan.
I travel alone.
I work alone.
I fight alone.
...
See those blades there?
The pair of blue and red blades?
The ones lying on the ancient marble flooring?
The ones that were smashed into quads?
I worked my butt off in those quests to get them.
With those blades, made by the descendant of the man who forged the blades of the Hero of Aisen, I thought I could face any challenge on my own.
I thought I could plow through hordes of enemies, if not the greatest of armies.
I thought I could outdo the most skillful of fighters, if not the mightiest of marks.
I wanted to rely on myself...
On my own power...
And not on the power of others...
...
Yeah...
I've proven myself wrong yet again.
It's something...
A reality that I can't avoid.
Once again, I've gotten myself into a situation where I tell myself...
"I can't complete this on my own..."
... When it's already too late...
Yet...
I still insist on doing things on my own.
Even until now.
It's not that I don't want help...
I just don't know...
I don't know...
When to ask...
Where to ask...
Who to ask...
How to ask...
I don't know how to ask for help.
I never learned such a thing.
...
I see the Nightfall walking towards me.
Endure...
Escape...
Normally, those are the only options that I would have left...
... When a situation like this arises.
But now, those options have flown out the coop.
Of course, would you expect Khamja to let me get away?
Of course not.
Khamja's known to show no remorse...
Neither to enemy nor to ally...
And this Nightfall was no different.
Resting his boot on top of my battered body, he readies his katana for one final strike.
And here I lay...
Bound...
Disarmed...
Confused...
Blind...
Alone...
Helpless...
I did it again, didn't I?
I've gotten myself into another mess.
When will I ever learn?
...
I should have brought allies with me...
That is, if I had allies to begin with...
That's right. I have no allies.
I belong to no clan.
I travel alone.
I work alone.
I fight alone.
...
See those blades there?
The pair of blue and red blades?
The ones lying on the ancient marble flooring?
The ones that were smashed into quads?
I worked my butt off in those quests to get them.
With those blades, made by the descendant of the man who forged the blades of the Hero of Aisen, I thought I could face any challenge on my own.
I thought I could plow through hordes of enemies, if not the greatest of armies.
I thought I could outdo the most skillful of fighters, if not the mightiest of marks.
I wanted to rely on myself...
On my own power...
And not on the power of others...
...
Yeah...
I've proven myself wrong yet again.
It's something...
A reality that I can't avoid.
Once again, I've gotten myself into a situation where I tell myself...
"I can't complete this on my own..."
... When it's already too late...
Yet...
I still insist on doing things on my own.
Even until now.
It's not that I don't want help...
I just don't know...
I don't know...
When to ask...
Where to ask...
Who to ask...
How to ask...
I don't know how to ask for help.
I never learned such a thing.
...
I see the Nightfall walking towards me.
Endure...
Escape...
Normally, those are the only options that I would have left...
... When a situation like this arises.
But now, those options have flown out the coop.
Of course, would you expect Khamja to let me get away?
Of course not.
Khamja's known to show no remorse...
Neither to enemy nor to ally...
And this Nightfall was no different.
Resting his boot on top of my battered body, he readies his katana for one final strike.
And here I lay...
Bound...
Disarmed...
Confused...
Blind...
Alone...
Helpless...
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Disclaimers:
1) I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics A2.
2) This is also posted on Fanfiction.net under my account, Tobi Katsura.
Yes, this is my first Literature submission for deviantART! I never thought that my first literary deviation would revolve around Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift.
Now, I must make some clarifications:
I wanted the killer/enemy to be Illua since I imagined the Ruins of Delgantua as the setting of this oneshot; however, I realized that people might think that the speaker here is Luso. Therefore, I turned the assailant into a Nightfall. But who is the Nightfall? Surely, Ewen can't be the only Nightfall in Khamja.
The speaker here is NOT Luso. The speaker here is actually a Hume-Race Fighter.
If you want, you may leave a review; however, if you have an account in Fanfiction.net, then I suggest that you leave your review there. Just look up the author "KnightSoul" and you're there.
1) I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics A2.
2) This is also posted on Fanfiction.net under my account, Tobi Katsura.
Yes, this is my first Literature submission for deviantART! I never thought that my first literary deviation would revolve around Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift.
Now, I must make some clarifications:
I wanted the killer/enemy to be Illua since I imagined the Ruins of Delgantua as the setting of this oneshot; however, I realized that people might think that the speaker here is Luso. Therefore, I turned the assailant into a Nightfall. But who is the Nightfall? Surely, Ewen can't be the only Nightfall in Khamja.
The speaker here is NOT Luso. The speaker here is actually a Hume-Race Fighter.
If you want, you may leave a review; however, if you have an account in Fanfiction.net, then I suggest that you leave your review there. Just look up the author "KnightSoul" and you're there.
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