The Other Side Of Things [Garland]

[Warrior of Light]

Not even in his worst nightmares had the Warrior of Light ever imagined himself wandering such a place…and not as an enemy for that matter. With a deep sigh escaping his lips, the Warrior of Light certainly felt the heat as he stood at the base of a staircase within this literal hell hole. He gazed up the stairway, sweat rolling down the side of his face as he had his sword sheathed, his shield out of his hands ready to be summoned, and he was…ready to go pledge his ‘loyalty’ to Chaos, the God of Discord. Not that he fully intended on serving the god forever, just until he could overcome this situation with Nike threatening his loved ones. There had to be a loophole somewhere, some way to get himself out of this mess while being able to protect his friends and Cosmos. There had been the idea that he could be this…wildcard on Chaos’ side, in his mind…he turned that into a double agent of sorts. Keeping his eyes on the inside, being able to relay information to Cosmos…should she even want to hear from him after this.

Now was the time to wash away those thoughts and just focus on a nice stoic appearance before the God of Discord. Staring up the stairs, it was like taking the walk of shame. His head was held high though, something he didn’t expect upon coming here, but even still…this was what he had to do, if not for his sake, then for Cosmos’. He’d sworn to keep her safe at all costs, this was one of those prices he needed to pay for her safety, whether she and the other warriors could understand that or not. He could preach until his face turned blue about how this was good for them…good for him, but he was sure some wouldn’t understand or even care to listen, it wasn’t worth the breath right now. He first needed to deal with Chaos, not his comrades.

Upon reaching the top of the staircase, icy blue eyes were glued to the God of Discord’s absence, his throne being completely bare, yet the heat of this area spoke of his presence. He wasn’t here at the throne, but somewhere Chaos was lurking. Shifting his gaze from the throne to the side, he could see a familiar form. His eyes narrowed, his muscles tightened, and all he wanted to do was reach for his sword, he held such good restraint from doing so. A mental breath kept his emotions under control as he stared at a rival that always seemed to prove a problem anymore. Garland. It seemed everyone had their respectable villain. Cloud to Sephiroth, Tidus to Jecht…and here it was the Warrior of Light to Garland. “No god of discord to accompany?” he spoke up, making his presence more known as he stepped across the platform, moving towards the throne as his armor clanked against one another and the ground itself. “Don’t be quick to attack, Garland. If you haven’t been informed by your might god already…it looks like we’re on the same page now.” A small, yet very amused, smirk appeared on Warrior’s face, almost feeling joy from saying this, it would be sure to put a bit of discomfort on Chaos’ right hand man. Then again, Prishe and Garland had basically fought over the Warrior of Light so…one could never really tell. “I guess we’re allies now.”

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Words:[/color] 683
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Garland
Wearing:[/color] His armor! Minus the goofy helmet.
Listening To:[/color] My bed calling for me?
Notes:[/color] Wonky post is wonky.

[garland]

Garland stood at the Edge of Madness, staring out over the blasted wasteland, with meteors falling down almost soundlessly. The God of Discord's swords loomed over the the land like huge metal towers, giving a measure of just how strong Chaos was. This burning realm of Discord... it suited Chaos and the warriors of Discord admirably.

To be honest, he never really thought he would be standing here again, fighting for Chaos, or rather, his future self. Once again, the cycles had started, and he did not know whether this time around Cid would intefere. If Cid did not interfere, the cycles could possibly last forever. Underneath his armor, there was a faint shudder. He remembered a bit of how Shinryu in his rage kept the cycles going until Chaos lost his sanity and ravaged everyone and everything. Would that happen again? Or would the cycles truly end before the gods themselves fell to the despair of the cycles?

And worse, Garland knew the despair of the cycles all too well. He did not begin the cycle, not htis time, but nevertheless, he was trapped here. And it was his duty to prevent any escapes as well. How hypocritical would it be if he tried to escape! Not to mention futile - he would not be able to return home. There were only a few warriors who managed to escape, and as far as he knew, they ended up stuck in different dimensions. No, there could be no true escape. They could only fight and fight and fight until they perished... then be revived anew to fight again.

And the only thing he could do was enjoy the fighting. What else could he do?

Then he heard someone coming up behind him. That voice... He knew who it was. He had already known about his defection.

Don't be so quick to attack, Garland. If you haven't been informed by your mighty god already, it looks like we're on the same page now. I guess we're allies now.

Garland could see that small knowing smirk on the Warrior's face. In any normal circumstance, the two were bitter enemies. They always fought one another whether it was at the beginning or at the end. To be on the same side like this... it was ironic. He had tried to retrieve the Warrior when he first appeared, but that warrior of Cosmos Prishe managed to fight him off. Well, now the Warrior was one of Cosmos's fighters through and through.

His glowing eyes narrowed. "We may fight for the same side, but do not make the mistake of thinking I trust you." His grip on his sword tightened. "I know you well, Warrior. You would never fight for Chaos willingly. You are far too close to the Goddess of Harmony, and therefore the only reason you are here at all is because of circumstances." He turned to face him fully. "Whether you truly fight for Chaos or you'll go back to your goddess is none of my concern. It does not settle the matter that we still have a score to settle between us."