[Note: This is a different retelling of the events that happened at the end of Part 186.] Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Final Battle? Date: 98-10-19 03:39:40 EDT From: uainss00@umail.ucsb.edu (Sky H Ainsworth) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: Sky H Ainsworth Bacca and Scotts waited, the white flag planted on the ground before them. The chocobos the two leaders sat on clawed the ground restlessly as the moogle army madly tried to organize in reponse to the human army's arrival. But Bacca was rewarded with the sight he desired. From out of the moogle camp, rode a small white figure atop a black chocobo. Two large white figures ran alongside it. From the edge of the camp, came a pair of gigantic, white tigers with men riding them. From the other side came a gigantic wolf with an orc riding it. Following the orc were two dark figures riding dinosaurs. When the leaders of the Dark Alliance arrived, they dismounted and approached the flag. Bacca and Scotts did likewise. "You had the opportunity to attack my army while it was in disarray," said Mog. "Yet you came forward with a white flag. Why?" "You know that I could have attacked and taken advantage of your lax defenses, Mog," said Bacca. "But I wanted you to see that an honorable warrior does not take advantage of petty weaknesses." "Honorable?!" exclaimed Ozzie. "You humans have shown no honor ever. Especially in your treatment to my people!" "What is this that you speak of?" asked Bacca raising an eyebrow. Each leader of the Dark Alliance then shared their story. The Mystics of how their people would be kidnapped and forced into slavery as court magicians and as freaks. The moogles related how they had been mistreated as pets and slaughtered mercisslessly. "And what of you orcs?" asked Bacca. Drugga belched and scratched his crotch. He then said something that Bacca had to take the time to understand. "We are just here to kick ass and screw; and there are no more chicks around." "And you reptites?" The two growled slightly, not liking being associated together. "We are aligned because we desire to save the world from the prophecy that shall come to pass if you succeed," said one of the scaled figures. "What? What prophecy?" asked Bacca. "You mean, you have not heard?" said Ozzie. He raised an eyebrow. "When the moogles began the war, it was merely for retribution and the desire to claim some soveirgnty. But to the rest of us, a prophecy became clear and we realized that we had to act. "The prophecy, from long ago, stated that the short, white ones (the moogles as it turns out) would fight a war not for themselves, but for the world. For them to succeed would mean that the world would live on. If they failed, the world would be smote by the gods. "When you came to head the human army, the prophecy crystalized for us all. 'One who is High in placement, one who rules the battlefield, shall come to power and challenge' the moogles, as it says. And if this one succeeds, then the world is doomed." Bacca spit out his breath and chuckled to himself. "And how do you expect me to believe this nonsense?" "Haven't your magic users known about this prophecy?" asked Slash. "Haven't they seen the signs? Don't they know where you stand in accordance to the gods?" Bacca was silent a moment. He looked to Scotts. "That does explain a lot," said Scotts softly. Bacca swore. "Those damn women! They said that the odds were against man, but they did not say the gods, and certainly no mention of this doomsday." Bacca turned back to the leaders and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them and spoke evenly. "It matters not," said the High Lord of All That Kicks Ass. "Whether the worlds survives or not matters not to mankind. You all seek to destroy men and might succeed unless I stop you. And I will not let my people, my home, be destroyed so that you may rule over what remains." The Dark Alliance were quiet a moment. Then the Reptite leader spoke. "We must reach a decision. And one that does not involve war. The humans obviously feel that their lives and the lives of their brethern is at stake here. And the rest of us are fighting for our futures. What can we do then?" No one spoke for a while. "Peace. A treaty," said Scotts. "If the humans can't win this war, and we'll not step aside and let you conquer us all, then we'll both stop the fighting. We'll end it all with peace and let the prophecy disappear." Bacca closed his eyes and lowered his head. The other leaders murmured amongst themselves. "That does sound like a good idea," said Ozzie. "But what sort of peace?" "Well, the Mystics, Moogles, and Orcs have all made their mark and conquered much. You have also slaughtered massive populations. How about you can keep a fair amount of the land you have conquered, since it is uninhabitated by people by now, and rule them. That should make the soldiers in the human army somewhat satisfied." "Your proposal does sound decent," said Mog. "I should say now that I have had a blood lust inside of me and this led me originally to my jihaad of destruction against humanity. But I must realize that the violence and bloodshed must stop. Bacca, I hope that peace will-" "NO!" said Bacca, cutting off Mog. All those present took a step back, even Scotts. "There will be no peace. Only your deaths!" Ozzie and Slash took a step forward. Ozzie said sternly, "Bacca this is not you. I sense a great and powerful spirit within you. This is why Drugga did not kill you a month ago. Some spirit has inhabitated your body. Scotts, have you not noticed a change in your Lord?" Scotts looked from Ozzie to Bacca and back again. "Well, Bacca did 'die' and almost lost the woman he loved to you guys. Wouldn't that make you act differently?" "But he is loosing his soul now, can't you see that?" Bacca, who had been staring straight ahead, drew out his swords and yelled. "I must taste blood!!!" End of Part I Stay Tuned for Part II Sky H Ainsworth uainss00@umail.ucsb.edu "Let us write the tales of war and make heroes out of fools." "It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord." -Demetrius, Midsummer Night's Dream ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Help support ONElist, while generating interest in your product or service. ONElist has a variety of advertising packages. 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