They're coming! I see them approaching from afar, their dark figures etched against the backdrop of the island. My heart races as I take in the sight, knowing that danger looms closer with every passing second.
Everyone around me readies themselves, forming a formidable formation. The tension in the air is palpable as we prepare for the imminent battle. I glance at my comrades, their faces etched with determination, bows and arrows ablaze with fire.
"Looks like they're coming in fast!" I exclaim, my eyes scanning the sky as arrows rain down on my wooden boat. The sound of splintering wood fills the air, but I refuse to let fear consume me.
"Fire!" The soldiers' voices echo through the chaos, their orders clear and urgent. It's a battle cry that ignites a fierce determination within me.
Without hesitation, I grab my bow and arrow, returning fire with precise shots. I aim for the enemy's towers, releasing a single arrow that lands with explosive impact, causing a cascade of destruction. The sight of the crumbling towers brings a surge of satisfaction to my weary soul.
But as the dust settles, a sense of unease settles in. Something doesn't feel right. It's as if an unseen presence lingers beneath the surface.
Suddenly, purple shadows slither beneath the water, spreading fire and chaos to my boat. Panic grips me as I teeter on the edge, desperately trying to maintain my balance.
"Ahhhh! I'm going to fall!" I cry out, feeling the world spin beneath me. In a moment of desperation, I muster my courage and shout, "Bomb!" The explosion rips through the boat, shattering it into fragments. I plunge into the water, unseen by my adversaries.
As I swim to the other side of the island, exhaustion takes hold. Each stroke feels like a battle in itself, but the thought of my friends and the people held captive by Timor fuels my determination.
Gasping for air, I emerge from the water, my lungs burning from the effort. And there they are, my dear friends, trapped in a cell, their faces etched with fear. I feel a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to save them.
"Nia! Charlotte!" I call out, my voice filled with both relief and urgency. They lock eyes with me, hope shining through the darkness that surrounds us.
But my elation is short-lived as Timor steps forward, holding their cells, mocking me with his cruel words. In my distress, I drop the crystal that holds the world's resources, its significance momentarily forgotten.
"This is where the world is fooled!" Timor taunts, a twisted smile dancing on his lips. He tightens his grip on the cells, emphasizing his control over the lives of my friends and the people.
Fury courses through my veins as I confront him. "You've taken everything from our world! You possess one of the most crucial elements for its prosperity! Why do you need these innocent lives?"
I freeze, torn between the two cells dangling precariously, unable to decide whose lives hold more value. Timor seizes the opportunity to play his wicked game, giving me an impossible choice.
"Well, is it that easy?" he sneers. "Then say goodbye to both!" With a heart-wrenching gesture, Timor releases the hostages, and they plummet towards their doom.
"AHHHH!" I scream, propelled by a surge of determination. I launch myself forward, swords at the ready, driven by the will to save my friends and the people.
"Alfonse... I'm scared..." Nia's voice reaches my ears, laced with vulnerability. It only strengthens my resolve as I push myself beyond my limits.
Each breath comes harder, my body straining under the weight of the cells. Blood drips from my hand, staining the ground below, a testament to my sacrifice.
Struggling against the overwhelming heaviness, I weave the ropes together, tying them with trembling hands. The pain intensifies as Timor returns, clawing at me, leaving fresh wounds.
But I refuse to surrender. With a fierce kick, I send Timor reeling, giving me a precious moment to complete the knot.
"Almost there!" I gasp, my voice strained with effort. Beads of sweat mingle with blood, my vision blurred, but I won't give up.
Timor's attacks grow more desperate, more savage, but I shield myself with my sword, fighting back with all the strength I have left. Blow after blow, pain sears through my body, but I won't yield.
Blood continues to flow, staining my hands and chest, threatening to drain the life from me. Yet, the thought of my friends, the people, and the world we fight for, keeps me standing.
In a final surge of defiance, I break free from Timor's grip. Cheers erupt from the people, their hope rekindled, and my friends' eyes reflect gratitude and admiration.
But Timor's laughter pierces through the air, taunting me even in his defeat. Unyielding, I turn away, knowing that killing him won't bring true freedom to our world. It's not the answer.
As I walk away, I retrieve my sword and secure it at my back once again. Timor's final breath fades, his taunts forever silenced.
But the battle isn't over. Timor's malicious schemes have wreaked havoc on the city, leaving it in ruins. My heart sinks as I survey the destruction before me, a painful reminder of the price we paid.
Timor, using the crystal, transports us away from the familiar world. We arrive in a desolate place, a wasteland where hope seems extinguished.
Timor hurls me into the walls, each impact weakening me further. My vision blurs, and I struggle to focus, but I refuse to let despair consume me.
"You're nothing but a worthless farmer, waiting for someone to save you," Timor jeers, his laughter a cruel melody. His words sting, but they also ignite a fire within me.
I strike back, my sword meeting his, blow after blow. Despite my weakened state, I fight with every ounce of strength I can muster. I make him taste the pain he inflicted upon me and the world.
But victory is not measured in bloodshed. I realize that killing him won't bring true justice. I choose a different path, turning away from his misery and heading towards the healing light of the garden.
"You fought fearlessly," Timor's words echo in my mind, but they no longer hold power over me. The garden's magic wraps around me, replenishing my strength, and renewing my resolve.
Timor lunges at me one final time, his claws poised to strike. But I am ready. With a swift movement, I block his attack, and he recoils in disbelief.
"Is that all you've got?" I taunt him, my voice filled with defiance. I strike him relentlessly, making him feel the pain he inflicted upon others. Each blow carries the weight of justice, the force of my determination.
He falls to the ground, defeated and broken. "Finish me!" he challenges, but I know better. Killing him won't bring true peace to the world. I turn my back on his pleas, reclaiming my sword and walking away.
"Alfonse!" his voice fades, replaced by a heavy silence. I continue my journey, my steps guided by hope and the belief in a brighter future.
As I depart, I cast one last glance at Timor, his lifeless body lying still. "You underestimated the power of a farmer," I whisper, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. The battle may be won, but the journey is far from over.