Post by silverflame on May 24, 2006 23:41:12 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own Vagrant Story or anything associated with it. Besides, if I did, I'd be bragging about it and making a sequel right now. Or a prequel. It is owned by Square Enix, formerly known as Square when Vagrant Story was first made.
A/N: This is what I have always thought should have happened at the end of VS. I'm not going to say much more since I'll be giving everything away if I did. Rated PG, I guess, since there isn't really anything all that bad in it. There is a death scene, but it's not dwelled on. Anyways, I hope you like it.
[glow=red,2,300]An End for Beginning[/glow]
Duke Bardorba lie silently in his bed, waiting for death, waiting for his son. He thought back on the past, how he had treated his eldest son, how he had left him to the Mullenkamp cult without so much as a second thought. But he thought of it now. His loyalty to the cult still lingered in his heart, yet so did the loyalty to the boy he once neglected, abandoned. Would his sins be forgiven in the life after? Would he forgive an old man who neared death even now?
The door opened from across the large room, his vision framed by crimson velvet curtains about his canopy bed. He could see the face of his servant as he motioned for what he had seen as the Riskbreaker, Ashley Riot, to enter. Bardorba saw the truth; however, not saying a word of what he saw until the door was closed. "...Well met, Sydney." He says as his son approaches his bed. He looks at how handsome his son had grown to be, his eyes so young, so wise and yet filled with pain. Could he do this? Could he deny the one thing he tried to save for his son when he was just a mere child? Before he had been taught to sacrifice all for Mullenkamp, for Lea Monde.
"So, it is done." He paused, his next words seeming to drive a dagger into his own heart as he realized this is what he had done to him. "You have suffered much. I, too, have played my part. Let us leave the rest to this Ashley. He is the one you have chosen." Is this what his son deserves? He asks himself as he listens to the silent words of his son, Sydney. How he loathed the thought that he had destroyed the product of his own flesh as he had done. Was it too late for him to be saved? Or had that chance long passed him by?
"I know what must be done." Bardorba says silently, realizing at last that he can change the damage he has delivered. His son can be healed at long last.
His eyes follow Sydney's metalic hand, the memory of how such a thing had come to be of his son. The illness, the sacrifice of his limbs, the pain he had suffered to have his life saved before it had even begun. His hand left a silver dagger on the bed beside Bardorba's thigh, pulling back slowly, showing his remaining trust of his father.
Bardorba looked up at his son as he silently reached for the dagger, holding it tightly in his weakening hand. "...I was not much of a father to you." He said softly, tears welling in his eyes as the memories flooded his mind. "Forgive me, my son." He whispered as he suddenly raised the dagger above his own chest and drove it deep into his heart with his remaining strength.
Sydney quickly moved to his father's side, looking at him questioningly, hoping to gain the answer to the question he knew his father could see in his eyes. Why?
Bardorba looked up at him, his eyes slowly closing. "New...life." He whispered as his last breath left him.
Holding his father in his arms, watching as his sould faded away, Sydney realized what he had meant. A new life. For him. Something he had dreamt of but had never thought would come.
Tears fell from his gray eyes, his soft, golden hair acting as a curtain to hide his grief from any who might come in unexpectedly. Could he leave his father's body for the life he had given him? For this new beginning he had sacrificed himself for as Sydney had done for him in so many ways. This final gift from the man who's love he had always craved, who's smile he had dreamt every night of seeing again, was it truly his to accept?
"I will." Sydney whispered, leaving one last kiss on his father's now cold forehead. He dashed to the window, looking back to see his father one last time before jumping out, waiting to hear the servants as they frantically ran in, having heard the sound of Bardorba's body hitting the floor with a sickening thud.
"Sire!! Your excelency!!" The voices called from behind the wall Sydney stood against. "Someone, call the guards, our lord has fallen." Sydney nodded, knowing Riot would be blamed for the murder of the late Duke Bardorba. He knew his heir could handle such pressure, though. He had proven it a week before, being witness to so many miracles and horrors compressed into one day. Such things would have lasted a normal person an eternity with the shock alone.
A simple smile formed on Sydney's lips. It wasn't a smile of joy, but one of sadness. He was about to leave everything behind for a new beginning, the death of his friend and comrade, Hardin. His little brother who was to become his father's heir to the dukedom. His own heir who still had so much to learn from him, but had run out of time. "A new life begins as an old life ends." He whispered to himself. "Never shall I forget who I was."
Years Later
Joshua looked out the window, watched the snow fall as he waited for the announcement of his chosen heir. He had no children, no blood relations. It wrenched at his heart as he thought of how his father had given to much for his role as duke. He felt as though he was letting him down, having remembered so much of the happiness his father had given him as a child before that horrifying day. Even now he could hardly remember what had happened, much less who the men were that had taken him from his room that night. The spirits of the past still seemed to haunt him, though. His father appeared to him now and then, a warm smile gracing his lips as he told him of how proud he was. Was he proud of him now as he gave the throne to a stranger?
A knock on the door threw him from his thoughts, forcing him to turn to the door, his eyes peering at it hatefully. "Enter." He said kindly enough, thankful that the person on the other side couldn't see him.
A man with blond hair like his own silently walked into the room, his eyes glancing at him, almost appearing to search for something he might recognize. "Forgive me." He said humbly as he bowed. It was strange that a man so young would act to politely to such an old man who was betraying all he had believed in. "I wanted to meet the heir to the man I had admired so." He continued. "I see you have inherited his features as well as his mind." He said softly and with a smirk.
Joshua looked at him curiously, wondering why he would say such a thing as him inheriting his father's mind. How would he know such a thing.
"I must go, now. I have said what must be heard by your ears alone." He turned to leave, silently walking through the door which had been closed.
Was it a ghost? Joshua wondered. He quickly ran to the door, opening it so he could search the halls for his visitor but found nothing.
Sydney left the residence of the duke, having seen that his brother lived the life he was meant to have and that he had forgotten what he never should have had to live through. "Forgive me, my brother." He whispered as he walked through the falling snow. "I should have been there to guide you."
A/N: This is what I have always thought should have happened at the end of VS. I'm not going to say much more since I'll be giving everything away if I did. Rated PG, I guess, since there isn't really anything all that bad in it. There is a death scene, but it's not dwelled on. Anyways, I hope you like it.
[glow=red,2,300]An End for Beginning[/glow]
Duke Bardorba lie silently in his bed, waiting for death, waiting for his son. He thought back on the past, how he had treated his eldest son, how he had left him to the Mullenkamp cult without so much as a second thought. But he thought of it now. His loyalty to the cult still lingered in his heart, yet so did the loyalty to the boy he once neglected, abandoned. Would his sins be forgiven in the life after? Would he forgive an old man who neared death even now?
The door opened from across the large room, his vision framed by crimson velvet curtains about his canopy bed. He could see the face of his servant as he motioned for what he had seen as the Riskbreaker, Ashley Riot, to enter. Bardorba saw the truth; however, not saying a word of what he saw until the door was closed. "...Well met, Sydney." He says as his son approaches his bed. He looks at how handsome his son had grown to be, his eyes so young, so wise and yet filled with pain. Could he do this? Could he deny the one thing he tried to save for his son when he was just a mere child? Before he had been taught to sacrifice all for Mullenkamp, for Lea Monde.
"So, it is done." He paused, his next words seeming to drive a dagger into his own heart as he realized this is what he had done to him. "You have suffered much. I, too, have played my part. Let us leave the rest to this Ashley. He is the one you have chosen." Is this what his son deserves? He asks himself as he listens to the silent words of his son, Sydney. How he loathed the thought that he had destroyed the product of his own flesh as he had done. Was it too late for him to be saved? Or had that chance long passed him by?
"I know what must be done." Bardorba says silently, realizing at last that he can change the damage he has delivered. His son can be healed at long last.
His eyes follow Sydney's metalic hand, the memory of how such a thing had come to be of his son. The illness, the sacrifice of his limbs, the pain he had suffered to have his life saved before it had even begun. His hand left a silver dagger on the bed beside Bardorba's thigh, pulling back slowly, showing his remaining trust of his father.
Bardorba looked up at his son as he silently reached for the dagger, holding it tightly in his weakening hand. "...I was not much of a father to you." He said softly, tears welling in his eyes as the memories flooded his mind. "Forgive me, my son." He whispered as he suddenly raised the dagger above his own chest and drove it deep into his heart with his remaining strength.
Sydney quickly moved to his father's side, looking at him questioningly, hoping to gain the answer to the question he knew his father could see in his eyes. Why?
Bardorba looked up at him, his eyes slowly closing. "New...life." He whispered as his last breath left him.
Holding his father in his arms, watching as his sould faded away, Sydney realized what he had meant. A new life. For him. Something he had dreamt of but had never thought would come.
Tears fell from his gray eyes, his soft, golden hair acting as a curtain to hide his grief from any who might come in unexpectedly. Could he leave his father's body for the life he had given him? For this new beginning he had sacrificed himself for as Sydney had done for him in so many ways. This final gift from the man who's love he had always craved, who's smile he had dreamt every night of seeing again, was it truly his to accept?
"I will." Sydney whispered, leaving one last kiss on his father's now cold forehead. He dashed to the window, looking back to see his father one last time before jumping out, waiting to hear the servants as they frantically ran in, having heard the sound of Bardorba's body hitting the floor with a sickening thud.
"Sire!! Your excelency!!" The voices called from behind the wall Sydney stood against. "Someone, call the guards, our lord has fallen." Sydney nodded, knowing Riot would be blamed for the murder of the late Duke Bardorba. He knew his heir could handle such pressure, though. He had proven it a week before, being witness to so many miracles and horrors compressed into one day. Such things would have lasted a normal person an eternity with the shock alone.
A simple smile formed on Sydney's lips. It wasn't a smile of joy, but one of sadness. He was about to leave everything behind for a new beginning, the death of his friend and comrade, Hardin. His little brother who was to become his father's heir to the dukedom. His own heir who still had so much to learn from him, but had run out of time. "A new life begins as an old life ends." He whispered to himself. "Never shall I forget who I was."
Years Later
Joshua looked out the window, watched the snow fall as he waited for the announcement of his chosen heir. He had no children, no blood relations. It wrenched at his heart as he thought of how his father had given to much for his role as duke. He felt as though he was letting him down, having remembered so much of the happiness his father had given him as a child before that horrifying day. Even now he could hardly remember what had happened, much less who the men were that had taken him from his room that night. The spirits of the past still seemed to haunt him, though. His father appeared to him now and then, a warm smile gracing his lips as he told him of how proud he was. Was he proud of him now as he gave the throne to a stranger?
A knock on the door threw him from his thoughts, forcing him to turn to the door, his eyes peering at it hatefully. "Enter." He said kindly enough, thankful that the person on the other side couldn't see him.
A man with blond hair like his own silently walked into the room, his eyes glancing at him, almost appearing to search for something he might recognize. "Forgive me." He said humbly as he bowed. It was strange that a man so young would act to politely to such an old man who was betraying all he had believed in. "I wanted to meet the heir to the man I had admired so." He continued. "I see you have inherited his features as well as his mind." He said softly and with a smirk.
Joshua looked at him curiously, wondering why he would say such a thing as him inheriting his father's mind. How would he know such a thing.
"I must go, now. I have said what must be heard by your ears alone." He turned to leave, silently walking through the door which had been closed.
Was it a ghost? Joshua wondered. He quickly ran to the door, opening it so he could search the halls for his visitor but found nothing.
Sydney left the residence of the duke, having seen that his brother lived the life he was meant to have and that he had forgotten what he never should have had to live through. "Forgive me, my brother." He whispered as he walked through the falling snow. "I should have been there to guide you."
