|Final Fantasy III: The Fight For Light!
Author: Arukuu-San PM
Sequel to Final Fantasy III. Three years have passed since the Warriors of Light have saved the world, but a new darkness has arisen and has threaten to destroy them. The Warriors must gather old and new friends to help fight for the light, and along the way, they discover more about their parents, their past, and themselves... LunethxAria, ArcxRefia & IngusxSara. Please R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Arc & Ingus - Chapters: 6 - Words: 21,481 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 03-09-13 - Published: 08-22-12 - id: 8456524
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Oh my word! I just couldn't wait to upload this! I needed to upload it! The original plan was to finish the Novelization and upload it, but you can catch onto it, right? I mean the majority of people reading the fanfiction will have played FFIII and the novelization is just a detailed version of it with my own ideas put into them and pairings and stuff (like LunethxAria, ArcxRefia and IngusxSara). Okay. I do not own Final Fantasy III or its characters but I own some OCs in future updates. The name might be bad because I can't think of a good name ;.; So without further ado, I present to you, Final Fantasy III: The Fight For Light!
A young man sat at a desk in a dimly lit room, waiting for something.
Another young man walked into the room with piles of papers and files in his arms. "Sir, I think I've tracked them." He dumped the papers and files on his desk, and separated them out.
The young man at the desk looked at each file separately.
Each of the files and the piles of papers centred around four teenagers, and each teenager had its own file, with their personal information and a photo of them.
The young man eventually came to the last file and opened it. A corner of a photo inside the file caught the man's eye. He lifted it out and held it up and looked at it.
The photo included four teenagers - the ones who were found in the other files. In the photo it was shown that it was a sunny day, and that the environment behind them looked as fresh as ever. The photo didn't look too old either, and it seemed to be a few years old.
"And how old would they be now?" The young man asked, still indulged in the photo.
The young man grinned. "Perfect. This has to be them." He carefully set the photo back into the file. "And what of their other comrades?"
"They have a few powerful friends. That's what we know so far, sir."
"Could you look into it?"
"Already on it."
The young man grinned again. "After years of tracking down these so called 'Warriors' we may finally have them."
"They look a little young to be the Warriors-"
"That's what they all said, Craig." The young man interrupted him. "Do you have any idea what these teenagers do now?"
"Well," Craig began, trying to ignore that the young man had quickly moved on from that subject. "They go out and help more people, usually answering their friends' cries of help."
"Hmm," The young man hummed interested. "That's interesting. Maybe that's their weak spot..."
The door opened and another man appeared. "Sir, we've found someone who has information about these so called Warriors."
"Bring him in."
Suddenly, the man at the door grabbed the 'person who has answers' and chucked him onto the floor in the room.
"Found him fiddling with his airship down in the southern desert." The man added.
The young man got out of his seat and walked over to an old man who was struggling to his feet. The young man grabbed the scruff of the man's collar and lifted him up and held onto it tightly.
"Listen to me, old man!" He spat in his face. "You're gonna give me these answers one way or another, or I'll have to beat them out of you!"
"I'll never rat out my friends!" The old man shouted in his face. "Cid Haze'll never rat 'em out! You can't make me!"
The young man scowled and threw Cid back onto the floor. "Take this old man away and lock him in the dungeons. I'll let you have your way with him."
The man at the door dragged Cid out of the room.
"You'll never get anything out of me!" Cid shouted. "And I am not an old man! I'm only sixty five!" These were the last things Cid shouted before he was dragged away.
The young man scoffed. "I'll get answers out of him."
"Darius, are you sure-"
"I am, Craig." Darius picked up the photo and looked at it again. "I have the perfect plan and nothing's going to stop me from setting it into motion."
"Here's the plan; Laron'll be our lookout, in case anything goes wrong and he can warn us. Daniel and Greg'll distract most of the guards while some of us sneak in. Old man Pete here'll lead most of us lads into battle and you four are coming with me and a few Vikings'll come with me! Soon enough, we'll find Astrid! Got it?"
A silver-haired boy stretched his arms. "Think so...What about you guys?" He turned to his comrades.
"Got it." The three teenagers behind him nodded.
"I think we're all set! We'll be right behind ya, Lewis!"
"Great! We'll be getting my fiancée back sooner than we know it!"
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" One of the Vikings shouted.
"Yeah!" The others cheered.
"Well then, everyone to their stations! We have a good long journey ahead of us!"
It had gotten late, so most of the crew had gone to take a rest, while some of the others stayed up for night watch.
Luneth, Arc, Refia and Ingus - or better known as the Warriors of Light - decided to take night watch on behalf of the crew.
The four had received a cry of help from the Vikings, who had given them the Enterprise for helping them sooth the Nepto Dragon who watched over all the seas on their quest three years ago. The Viking leader, Lewis, had sent out for the Warriors to help him retrieve his fiancée, who had been kidnapped by Lewis' enemies. Of course, the Warriors left straight away to help their old allies. But when the Vikings asked about the Enterprise…well, let's just say it was hard for the Warriors to break it to them.
Quite a bit had changed since the Warriors had returned home. They were pretty famous when they returned and everyone practically adored them.
Arc and Refia had become a couple not long after they returned home. The two had 'hit it off' as Luneth referred to it as. They spent a good bit of time together, which was great for everyone to see. Everyone loved seeing the two so happy, especially together. Although, it was a shame for some of the girls who took a fancy to Arc, since he was already taken by Refia. But, they still admired him from a far and some still took a fancy to him.
Once Refia returned home, she decided to become Takka's apprentice again and became one of the most known blacksmiths to combine magic into her work. Some said that she was better than her father, while others disagreed with this, always causing some sort of debate. Refia actually worked hard, which got her to where she was now. Takka couldn't have been more proud of his daughter. He believed that she could do it, and he never lost hope in her.
Ingus became a general in King Sasune's royal army, impressing the king with his swordsmanship and how he had progressed over his journey. Ingus was also appointed as Lady Sara's personal body guard. Ingus still had feelings for Sara, and there was no doubt that Sara felt the same for Ingus. But as Ingus told himself before he was just a mere knight, and he knew his place.
As for Arc and Luneth, they decided to settle down back into Ur and go back to what they do best. Luneth went about exploring and annoying everyone again, as he would normally do, while Arc just generally helped around the house and lost himself into a good book.
But that wasn't all. When there was a cry for help from some of their allies, the Warriors banded together and answered their cries for help. Sometimes, they even went to visit their friends, especially Cid and his wife, who were always bugging them to try Mrs. Cid's cooking. And of course, it always reached the Warriors' expectations. The two elders were like grandparents to them, and they always counted on them whenever they needed them. It was like…they were with their parents again.
So, the Warriors' latest 'mission' was from the Viking leader Lewis, whose fiancée had been kidnapped. Of course, the four went to help their old allies out, and here they were, sailing the clear, blue waters of the Floating Continent.
Refia stood at the bow of the ship, while Lewis, Luneth, Arc and Ingus stood at the top of the ship by the steering wheel.
"So, when are you getting married to Astrid?" Luneth asked.
"It was supposed to be last week," Lewis replied, steering the wheel. "But it was delayed for obvious reasons."
"And what about her kidnappers?" Ingus asked.
"They're our enemies; we've been having a running feud with them for centuries over things like land, money, ships; the whole lot." Lewis explained.
"You guys seem to have a feud over girls too." Luneth said jokingly.
"Actually we do."
Luneth's eyes widened, finding it hard to believe his remark was actually true.
"Let's just say we've stolen a few girls from them and they've stolen a few from us."
"Have you tried a compromise?" Ingus suggested.
"Well, over the years we have." Lewis explained. "But they usually end up taking our heads in the end. They don't exactly like sharing."
Arc grimaced. He never really liked the idea of that kind of violence.
"Not exactly the neighbourly type then?" Luneth was grimacing too.
"Nope." Lewis continued, not even a good bit disgusted. "Moving on from that, how's that lad Desch doing?"
"As far as we are aware of, he has been getting on rather well." Ingus smiled.
"His girlfriend Salina's clingy though..." Luneth went onto a completely different subject.
Ingus frowned. "Luneth, she is not that attached to Desch."
"Oh really?" Luneth folded his arms in disbelief. "Don't ever leave me again, Desch!" Luneth began impersonating Salina in a high pitched voice and began imitating her body language that day. "You have to promise me that you'll never leave me again!" Luneth put his hands on his hips, still impersonating Salina. "You're not going anywhere, Desch!" After he said that, Luneth clung onto Ingus, showing how Salina hugged Desch. "'I love you, Desch!'"
"Get the hell off of me, Luneth!" Ingus shoved Luneth off him and fell back onto the wooden deck.
"Ow!" He yelped. "That hurt!" Luneth complained rubbing the bottom of his back.
"It will remind you of what happened when you hugged me like that." Ingus smirked. "Say, where has Arc gone to?"
Luneth looked around him, wondering the same thing. He would've been pushed into Arc if he was there.
Lewis nudged Ingus and pointed towards the bow of the ship.
The three saw that Arc was with Refia at the bow of the ship, having a conversation.
Luneth grinned. "Arc's really hit it off with Refia, hasn't he?"
"You can say that," Ingus replied, a little confused by what Luneth said. "They make a nice couple."
"Damn right, they do!" Luneth continued grinning.
"How long have they been together?" Lewis asked, indulged in the conversation.
"Since the end of our quest." Ingus replied.
"One minute they have their distance between each other," Luneth began. "And then the next minute, they're holding hands and kissing!"
"I have to agree with Luneth, the pair really did..." Ingus hesitated with what to say next. He cleared his throat. "Hit it off."
Luneth sniggered. "Why is it so funny when you say it?"
Ingus folded his arms. "Because I do not use incomprehensible language and grammar like you."
Luneth looked at him utterly confused. "Wha-?"
Ingus sighed. "I really need to tutor you."
"Hey!" Luneth looked at Ingus, offended. "I had a good education! I just...uh, can't remember most of it..."
Ingus shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"So, how's things with you father?" Arc asked.
"Things are going well, actually." Refia smiled. She looked at Arc. "You know, my father really likes you."
"I'm being serious!" Refia giggled. "He always asks about you!" Refia began reciting some of the things her father would ask about Arc. "How's Arc? What's he been doing lately? Does he take good care of you?"
Arc chuckled again, obviously proud of being the main subject of his girlfriend's father's conversations. "But that's a good thing, right?"
"Well, yeah!" Refia giggled again. "When you think about it anyway…"
"Well, as long as he likes me, there's nothing to worry about!"
"I suppose…" Refia murmured. She looked over the clear blue waters. The moon from the dark night sky had reflected onto the water. "It's always really beautiful out here…"
"Yeah, I guess it is." Arc agreed. He put an arm around Refia. "But it's not half as beautiful as you are."
Refia blushed and giggled. "You really know how to make me smile, don't you?"
Arc nodded, smiling.
Refia smiled back at him, before leaning in to kiss him. Everything was perfect, everything was-
"Hello!" Luneth popped up in front of them, making them jump.
"Luneth!" Refia smacked Luneth on the head. "Don't you understand how some people need privacy?!" She asked furiously.
Luneth shrugged his shoulders. "Eh…"
Refia rolled her eyes.
Ingus strolled down to Luneth, Refia and Arc. "I see Luneth has intruded on a private moment?" He observed.
"You've seen correctly." Refia huffed.
"Oh, stop it; you can kiss him all you want when you have him to yourself!"
"Hey!" Refia nearly attacked him, now very furious, while Arc started blushing. "You're close to being thrown off of this ship!"
Luneth only laughed. "I'd like to see you try!"
Refia folded her arms. "Well…" She turned her head to Ingus, who instantly knew what she was thinking. Refia turned her head back to Luneth, with an evil smirk written across her face. "I'll have Ingus here throw you in."
Luneth's wide grin slowly disappeared and was replaced with a look of fear. "You wouldn't…!"
"I would." Refia continued smirking. "And Ingus most definitely would."
Ingus nodded, also smirking.
Luneth sighed. He brushed his hair back. "Okay, okay. You win this round Miss Refia." Luneth poked her. Then, Luneth's grin came back. "Or should I say…Mrs Arc?"
The furious look returned on Refia's face, and Luneth instantly knew to run somewhere, and fast! "That's it!" She shrieked as she began running after Luneth around the ship. "You're dead, you little punk!"
Ingus and Arc both chuckled.
"Trust Refia to keep Luneth in line." Ingus laughed folding his arms. He enjoyed seeing Luneth get scolded and possibly beat up by someone other than himself. Ingus looked over at Arc. "She would make a good mother you know."
Arc looked up at Ingus, smiling. "Yes, I think she would." He chuckled.
The two Warriors both stood together and continued watching their comrades having a chase around the ship, not even bothering to help poor Luneth. They just found it so…entertaining!
"Aagh! Help me!" Luneth shouted to his comrades, as he was still being chased by the mad driven Refia.
Lewis continued steering the ship, not even bothering to help the poor silver haired boy, finding it just as entertaining as Arc and Ingus.
"Don't bother crying for help, Luneth!" Refia yelled, with her hands out, trying to grab Luneth's clothing. "Nobody can help you now!"
Sooner or later, Refia had stopped chasing Luneth around the ship, feeling puffed out. She still had a taste for revenge for Luneth though, and she was determined to give it to him sooner or later. Refia even told the silver haired 'punk' himself.
Ingus had warned Luneth to 'stay well away from her' until she had calmed down. Luneth heeded Ingus' advice – at least for once since he's been with Ingus – and hid and stayed by Lewis' side until she had finally calmed down.
Lewis had explained – once the whole chase scene around his ship had ceased – that it would a couple of nights before they actually got to their destination. Soon enough, Astrid would be saved from the evil clutches of their enemies…or how Lewis described it anyway.
Cid sat on the cold, dirty dungeon floor, chains around his feet and his wrists. My airship's stranded in the middle of the desert now… He thought worriedly to himself. Wait, why should I worry about her? Those kids are gonna get in trouble! I need to contact them…but how?
"Kupo, kupo…" A Moogle hummed as he walked up to Cid's dungeon cell. "You get to send one letter off, kupo!" The Moogle fitted through one of the dungeon cell bars and strolled his way along to Cid.
"Even though I want to, I don't have paper or anything to write with!" Cid complained, annoyed how the Moogle didn't realize that he couldn't write a letter without a quill, ink and paper, especially since he was chained up.
"Meaning I will write it for you!" The Moogle grinned, taking out a quill and paper out of his bag, ready to write for Cid. "Since you obviously can't write it, kupo!" The Moogle laughed, not catching onto Cid's current situation.
Cid gave him an annoyed look. He sighed. "Okay, okay, I'll begin." Cid cleared his throat. "Dear Warriors of Light."
"Dear Warriors of Light," The Moogle murmured as he wrote down the first line. "Hey, you know the Warriors of Light! Cool, kupo!"
"Yes, yes, it's very 'cool', now can we just move on with the letter?" Cid demanded impatiently.
"Fine, kupo…" The Moogle rolled his eyes. "What's next?"
"You are in grave danger. Someone is plotting to get rid of you, a man named Darius, to be precise. Take heed for what is to come, and do not let your guard down!"
The Moogle tried to keep up with Cid's speed of speech. "What was the last word again? Up?"
Cid was about ready to smack his hand to his forehead. But he couldn't do that, obviously. "No! Down!" He grumbled, getting more and more annoyed at every second.
"Oh, okay, kupo!" The Moogle replied cheerfully. "What next?"
"Hey!" A guard had just walked into the dungeons, and his attention was drawn to the Moogle in front of Cid. "You're not supposed to be in here!
"Oh no!" The Moogle cried in panic.
The guard quickly opened the dungeon cell door and tried to grab the Moogle.
The Moogle poked the guard in the eye – causing him to wince and groan in pain – and quickly flew off. "I'll send your letter, kupo!" He shouted back to Cid.
"But it isn't finished!" Cid sighed. There was no point now.
The guard continued wincing in pain. He looked out of his other eye at Cid and gave him a scornful look. "You. Stay." The guard ordered Cid, as if he was a dog.
"Well, I can't exactly move anywhere; you have me chained down!" Cid quickly retorted. He was right after all.
The guard growled. "You know what I mean!" He marched out of Cid's dungeon cell and locked the cell door behind him, murmuring, "I really need this eye looked at..."
Cid sighed. He looked up above him, as if he were about to pray to the gods. "Luneth, Arc, Refia, Ingus…wherever you are, and whatever you're doing…please be safe, and heed my warning…" He whispered, through the silent dungeon.
There was a small Viking war taking place outside of the enemy base.
Lewis, The Warriors of Light and some of the Vikings managed to hide their ship somewhere out of site of the base and snuck their way in. They all ran through the halls, fighting off many off the enemy Vikings as they possibly could.
For a base, the enemy Viking's territory was actually decorated well and grand, as if there were a King himself who lived in the base! Red carpets, marvellous paintings, relics on beautiful wood carved tables…there might as well have been a King living in the base.
Lewis opened one of the well, wooden carved doors and looked in. He shook his head and opened another one nearby. He shook his head and sighed. "Nope, no Astrid in here!" Lewis called out to his comrades.
The others had been looking through doors and out windows as well, experiencing the same thing.
"If Astrid isn't on the bottom floor, the first floor, or this floor, then where is she?" On one of the Vikings asked, trying to think where Astrid could be.
"I have no idea…" Lewis replied. "But we need to keep looking! No time for questions!"
"Look, up ahead!" Refia exclaimed, pointing ahead of her.
Up ahead was a man, who was dragging a young woman along with him up the hallway with him.
"That's Astrid!" Lewis exclaimed. "Come on, Vikings!" He beckoned them to run with him as he began sprinting up the hall.
Everyone obeyed. They ran with Lewis up the hallway. Their footsteps and shouts echoed up the hallways and through the floorboards, so all below them could hear their cries.
The man up ahead turned his head and seen Lewis and this comrades running towards him. His eyes widened in horror. He quickly lifted a screaming Astrid over his shoulder, and tried to flee as fast as he could down the hallway.
A chase ensued throughout the base's hallways. Lewis and his comrades ran through many doors and hallways, still pursuing the man with Astrid.
"We need to split up!" Lewis ordered, still sprinting. "You Vikings, go through that door and up the hallway." He pointed to one of the doors on his right up ahead. "You Vikings, go up that hallway," Lewis pointed to one of the hallways coming up. "And you four," He signalled to Luneth, Arc, Refia and Ingus. "Are coming with me!"
"Right!" The four chorused.
"PUT ME DOWN!" Astrid kicked and punched her captor. "This is getting old!" She whined.
As they sprinted up the hallway, the Vikings split up, and Lewis, Luneth, Arc, Refia and Ingus continued sprinting up the hallway.
"He's still in sight guys!" Lewis updated the Warriors. "We just need to stop him…"
Up ahead was a staircase, and the captor was about to escape.
"He's going to escape!" Luneth panted.
With that being said, Arc threw a blue orb ahead of them and in front of the captor. Shards of ice appeared and blocked his only way of escaping. He stood in front of the shards that blocked his way and shook his head. "No, no!"
The five pursuers grinned. He was going to be finally surrounded!
Lewis and the Warriors stopped in front of the captor, panting from all of the sprinting they did.
Both of the doors either side of Lewis and the Warriors had opened, and the Viking groups had appeared, blocking the captor's way.
"You're surrounded…" Lewis wheezed. "…Curt!"
Curt was also panting and wheezing as well, tired out from all the running. He looked around for a possible exit, but everywhere was blocked. He sighed. He had to give up. Curt dropped Astrid on the floor and pointed at her. "Take her. She's not my type anyway!" He huffed.
Astrid ran to hug Lewis. "Oh, Lewis, I thought I was never going to see you again!" Her hug on him tightened.
Lewis chuckled. "I'll always be around to save you! Never doubt that!"
Astrid giggled, and dug her head into his chest.
"Now, what do we do with the captor?" Ingus asked, eager to know what should be done with the 'scoundrel' as he thought the captor as.
"We just leave him." Lewis replied, still being hugged tightly by Astrid.
"Just leave him?!" Luneth cried, astonished on just 'leaving' the captor alone. "After all that running we did?!"
"Most of his Viking army is probably dead by now, and Curt will learn not to ever mess with us again!" Lewis smirked. "Come on, guys, let's go home!"
"Yeah!" The Vikings cheered, now dispersing out of the hallway and away from Curt.
"Bu-bu-but that's not fair!" Curt whined and moaned like a child.
"All's fair in love and war, Curt!" Luneth shouted back at him, saying his name like Curt had treated the last word in his sentence.
The Vikings and the Warrior of Light had returned to the Viking Cove, celebrating with a huge banquet. There was cheering and laughter, and already there were tales of the Viking's latest victory. All they could talk about was the events that surrounded the victory; the fighting, the damsel in distress, and of course, the Warriors of Light.
"Okay, okay, settle down folks!" Lewis shouted over the crowd, with his drink high up into the air. "A toast to the Warriors of Light! We couldn't have saved Astrid without your help!"
Everyone cheered for Luneth, Arc, Refia and Ingus.
The four couldn't help but rub the back of their necks and feel a little embarrassed. They did feel proud though.
"We could not have done it without you Lewis," Ingus said modestly. "Without your leadership none of us could have made it through without you!"
Everyone then cheered for Lewis, realizing they couldn't have actually done it without him as well.
"Aw, shucks, you're all embarrassing me!" Lewis laughed, feeling his face getting hot. "And you guys! We're going to name all our kids after you!"
A look of confusion was written over Astrid's face. "I didn't agree on that-"
"Shh." Lewis put a finger to Astrid's lips, silencing her.
"I'll name my kids after to you guys too!" Another Viking shouted.
"As will I!" Yet another Viking shouted.
"Guys, guys, please!" Luneth pleaded. "Your kids can't all have the same first name…" Luneth looked around at the now silent hall. He then grinned. "At least make them their middle names!"
There was cheering once again, and laughter rung and echoed throughout the hall.
The banquet continued on for hours and hours; at least a day! That particular celebration was one to remember for everyone. There was partying, laughing, dancing, it felt like the celebrations would never end. As soon as the party was over, Lewis offered a free stay for the Warriors in the Inn. Ingus and Luneth retreated to their own rooms and Arc and Refia shared a room.
"Goodnight, Arc," Luneth murmured, tired from all of his antics at the celebration. "Don't be doing anything with Refia you shouldn't be!" He sniggered.
Arc blushed. "I-I won't…" He stuttered, as he walked into his room.
After finally changing into some comfortable clothing for bed, Refia crawled under the sheets and set her head on one of the pillows. "I'm so exhausted…" Refia said in a quiet tone. Her eyes were closed, already prepared to doze off.
"Those Viking banquets sure go on for awhile…" Arc replied, crawling under the sheets as well. He shuffled quite close to Refia and put his arms around her. He sighed, feeling content now that he would have some rest, especially with the woman he loved beside her.
Refia shuffled closer to Arc, putting her arms around him as well. "I love you, Arc…"
"I love you too, Refia…" Arc whispered, kissing her forehead.
Refia and Arc soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
First chapter...FINISHED! Drop me a review and tell me what you think! I am determined to make this a good FFIII sequel because FFIII DESERVES IT! Hope you enjoyed!
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