Here is my first piece of Final Fantasy Tactics Fan Fiction:)
The Genji armor seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that crept over Limberry Castle. Or at least, that’s what Maddeline thought.
“When are you going to quit polishing that?” Mirabelle, her twin sister, asked. “You’re going to go blind.”
“You’re merely jealous, Belle.”
“Don’t call me that,” she said with a pout.
Ramza had confused them so often in the early days of the campaign—which Maddeline chalked up to not just their similar appearance, but the joke their parents played on them by naming them with nearly identical sounding names.
“Dear sister, there is no need to be upset with me because Ramza did not take you into the castle with us. Be happy you served and stormed the gates. You performed marvelously, each jump was stupendous.”
“Quit mocking me.” Mirabelle stared at the armor, but her eyes drifted to the famous sword, Masamune. Their father had told them stories about it’s prowess and how much blood it spilled during the 50 Years War. He was a young man when the war’s close was nigh, so they both figured his stories were over exaggerated, but once Maddeline saw it cut through the defenses of not only Ramza, but the Thunder God himself, she knew his stories were no fiction.
“You can look at it,” Maddeline said as she handed the sword to her sister.
Mirabelle looked at the ornate and beautiful patterns on the saya.
“It’s everything father said,” Maddeline said with a smile.
“I can feel it,” she said in a whisper.
As Mirabelle’s attention was on the sword, Maddeline’s attention was drawn to the reflection that appeared in the armor, which was not her own, but that of Lady Agrias, whose wound was being dressed by Ottilia, the best chemist and White Mage in the company. Her shoulder needed to be reset even with the Escutcheon taking a brunt of the force from the Masamune. Her nerves were already on edge as her feet tensed to steal the weapon from his hand. The shield and armor were already in her possession, and the weapon was next, but before she could successfully take it, the Marquis evaded her and struck Lady Agrias. She parried the blow, but Beowulf quickly rushed to her aid while Maddeline felt the muscles in her legs tighten as she assumed her rush position. “Not again,” she muttered to herself as she saw Lady Agrias stumble up from the ground, her arm hung limply and Beowulf administered a potion. The Marquis smiled at her, his confidence as high, but the distraction as enough for Count Orlandeau to strike a blow, Beowulf to cast a spell, and his back was now turned to her. “Not again.” And then the sword was in her hand.
“You should wear the armor,” Mirabelle said, which brought Maddeline back.
“I know,” she said, her eyes still on Lady Agrias. She wondered if Lady Agrias had been wearing the armor, if she’d be in such pain now. “If no one else needs it…”
“Who else would need it?”
“Someone greater than I,” Maddeline said, and she felt a strange wave come over her body, goosebumps raised all over her skin. Lady Agrias put her undershirt back on, then her crystal armor.
“You’re foolish sister. You will go down in history as the thief who stole the Genji Gear, shield, and Masamune from the Marquis Elmdore.” But it as was not history she as concerned with remembering her name. The Lady smiled and nodded at Maddeline when she looked over. Maddeline’s face burned.
“Why are you blushing?” Mirabelle asked.
“Shut up,” Maddeline said and quickly went back to polishing the armor.
