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Cosmos, the goddess of harmony. Chaos, the god of discord.


Reigning from distant realms, the two gods had gathered warriors from all lands to lead them in a brutal and bloody war. Cosmos and Chaos were of equal strength. It was believed the conflict would last forever. However, the balance was broken....

Those who answered Chaos's call created an inexhaustible force. Under one vicious attack after another, the warriors fighting for Cosmos started to fall one by one. The conflict that had continued for eons was about to end in Chaos's favor.

The world had been torn asunder, sinking into a vortex of disorder and chaos. Cosmos’ warriors had decided in a gamble; a last and desperate attack that they threw their all in...

And in the end, they had destroyed Chaos, returning to their own worlds. When they returned home, however, they found their homes to be in Chaos.

Each hero found that not only had the world they had been in corrupted by Chaos, but their home world had been as well. Each hero sought to find an answer to bring their world back to order, but they could do nothing. It made them all feel hopeless and lost.

Finally, one hero took their crystal out of their pocket and saw it glowing.

The next thing they knew, they was back in the world they had all been in. They looked around them, and saw that other heroes were there as well.

But this time something was different. Different people than before had been gathered. Most of the same were here, but there were others now. Some, they had thought to be dead. With their worlds thrown into Chaos, can the heroes come together again to find a solution to save them and restore order?

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Who is on your side?

Cosmos

1. Marquis Al-Cid Margrace
2. Rinoa Heartily


Chaos

1. Vayne Carudas Solidor
2. Kefka Palazzo
3. Sephiroth

"I would lay down my life at a single word to be sure… but I harbor no maundering delusions of valiant grandeur."

►How could this day get any possibly worse? Rejected, twice mind you, by the same woman. The nerve! Just didn't she know who HE was? Frustrated, Al-Cid slipped his pair of sunglasses on, while trying to maintain an appearance of calm. He wondered if Rassler had to deal with Ashe's rejections before she finally caved in to marry the son of----

Wait. He shouldn't think of such a thing. After all, her 'husband' died, no? Al-Cid nodded at the thought with a small smile. Yes. Best to wait till time had passed before he would try and court her again. By then, she should have a change of heart. After all, what did that kid Larsa offer her? Nothing, that's for sure! She'd want a man like him. Yes. Best to wait.

As he was gently pushing through the crowded streets of Balfonheim, heading back to his ship, suddenly he felt dizzy and light-headed. Al-Cid paused in his stride, his maids, also stopping, standing nearby their master. He shooed them away in minor annoyance and continued on as if nothing had happened. The grand battle waited, with all of Ivalice holding their breath, watching, waiting. To see who would weave their future. Would it be the Resistance and Rozzaria or Archades?

Suddenly there was a flash of white, so blinding that Al-Cid had to turn away and shield himself from such brilliance. What was happening? Was the enemy already attacking? He could hear faint screams but they were becoming ever more distant, and slowly, so slowly, the light began to fade.

It took the startled Marquis a moment or two to realize he was alone. Gently he lowered his arms and stared at his surroundings. This wasn't Balfonheim! But..this didn't look like anywhere in Ivalice either! Where was he? Was this home?

The area he had landed in didn't look friendly at all nor inviting; jagged forms of land jutting forth from the earth as though it were a blade that pierced their enemy. Dark, redish-orange skys that seemed to threaten to bellow fire at any given moment and every now and then small pillars of hazy dark gray smoke passing through it. Shadows loomed ominously around each corner and each area the jagged forms of earth covered.

Had he landed in hell? Al-Cid shuddered. For once, he didn't care about his appearance, his emotions showing through his mask. Removing his glasses and placing them on top his head, the Marquis trudged onward, seeking some sign of life.◄

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Rinoa had been waiting for a long time, or, at least it felt like it. They had defeated Ultimecia and yet he hadn't found his way home. What could have happened? Did Squall get lost somewhere on the way home? Ever faithful did the young sorceress stay where she was, like a lovesick puppy waiting for her owner to return home. Or was she master waiting for the puppy? Either way, there was a flash of light and Squall appeared, prone in the long grass.

With a cry of of distress Rinoa rushed over to him and lifted his unconscious body up enough that she could cradle his upper half. "What happened? Squall? Can you hear me?" she asked him, her brown eyes frantically searching for any sign of injury. None was to be found, and he seemed to be breathing yet. And something...was gripped tightly in his hand. A crystal of sorts, milky white or a silver-ish color. It took a little effort, but she got it out of his hand and began to inspect it a bit, wondering where he could have gotten it. Or when. Squall just appeared to be exhausted, not injured, which was a godsend to her.

Rinoa nearly dropped the crystal as it began to suddenly shine, and float into the air from her grasp. It then split into two and the next thing she knew, she was floating in a void of white light. What was this? Where was she going? Was it some sort of trick?

Once she could see anything but white again, she was once again in another field. Touching the ring held by a chain around her neck was almost a reflex. Each time it was as though Squall was there in spirit. And even then she could feel a bit better knowing she had the ring. But where was she now? Slowly, Rinoa began to walk forward, looking around for any sign of other people or even a town.

Vayne Solidor found himself laying face down somewhere, he knew naught where. The royal picked himself up and dusted off his armor as he looked around. This most certainly was not where he had come from. Just what was this place? The heat was almost unbearable, how was he not burned upon his arrival?

The man looked around, not seeing anything worth landmarking for miles. Just some mountains perhaps in the distance, he wasn't sure with all the darkness. Until he spotted what was perhaps the most peculiar sight he had ever seen. And this Solidor had seen quite a few matters of madness.

A man prancing about in the attire of a court jester. Had he stumbled upon hell? What was going on? He began to walk forward, looking determined as he started for the obviously deranged clown. No, he didn't expect to get a straight answer from such a crooked fellow. However, any hint about where he was would be good.

Rinoa's walking pace turned into a run as she saw someone waving out to her. She couldn't tell who it was from the distance she was at, but was trying to get closer.

And eventually she did. Though she wasn't sure she made the right choice. The man was dressed in a strange outfit, though he did have sunglasses on. "Who...are you?" she asked, her arm stiffening. Readying itself to use her hard edge if needed. "And what is this place?"

She would've asked 'or when' but that would've been silly to anyone else that hadn't done time travel before knowingly.

Vayne raised an eyebrow at the demented clown's poking, and his words. "My name is Vayne Solidor and I have no idea what it is you're blabbering on about. Though if you know where this is, do tell. I haven't all day," he said stepping back a few paces. Who was this "Chaos" and was the clown truly asking if he, Vayne Solidor, was a minion to this prancing fool?

A look of utter disgust overtook his face, the right side of his lips twitched a bit, refraining from turning into a snarl. "And no, I am not your servant."

I am in need of your services once more. Do you accept, Sephiroth?" Chaos asked in the darkness of what seemed like Oblivion itself.

"Gladly, my lord." The reply came with a bitter hiss at the end. The man knew better than to mess with the god of destruction with powers beyond his own, but he wasn't liking being the servant to some other god when it was the world that's supposed to be at his heel. Despite this, once consciousness returned to him, the long-haired man found himself on familiar territory.

A sly grin played across the man's features as he said to himself aloud, "May Darkness wreak havoc once more....pity the fools who fall asunder this time"

In the distance he had heard a certain maniacal voice that struck several chords of memory. Ah yes, the Clown man. Sephiroth smirked and made his way towards the source of the voices, one of which being a former "comrade" of his.