NOTE: This fic, like all my other FF fics, are based solely off the gameplay, my own ideas, and Clovis' subconscious (except for those that aren't). This means all "official information" released on the characters is null, unless they mentioned it in the American version of the game. So don't yell at me because Cecil's hair is purple!
Also NOTE: this fic has been ripped and re-ripped and revamped and mutilated for over three years. Not much of the original is left, but I'm sick of screwing with it and decided to post it as is. So there may be a few discrepancies that I haven't noticed – if you find any, let me know and I'll promptly eat a hot dog.
Timeline - a few months after "Black Lighting and Red Eyes".
)- Masters' Poison -(
She continued to just kneel there, motionless, as the tall figure soared down behind her, silver hair flowing, driving the blade through her body, and let out the smallest cry as she felt the blade pierce through her -
Edge woke up with a jolt. Rubbing his eyes and looking around in the darkness, he sighed and realized that it was just a dream.
Just another dream.
Just another dream circling around the stupid sword.
Unbeknownst to anyone other than himself, Masamune had been plaguing his subconscious with similar dreams ever since he'd aquired the darn thing. Various dreams taking place in various places, apparently in various different times, but everything circling around it.
Why just Masamune? Whatever happened to Murasame? Or is it content to just sit there?
Whatever the case may have been, he decided to blow off the concept and, stuffing his head under his pillow, went back to sleep.