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Tuesday, July 6, 2004


It continues...
As the groups climbed, they expected more obstacles, but there were none. The whole climb, Nightreven was as silent as the grave. But, as the group reached the top, they realized why they had been warned. The castle was huge! How were they to find the Fallen Angel in this? But then, Nightreven pointed them down a hallway to the center of the castle. All of them were wondering why he said that way. "In my dimension, his throne room was always in the center of his castle." said Nightreven, as if reading their minds. "Wait," shouted Edgar, "You're from his dimension?!" "Yes, I am. He left the rift open too long, and i ran after him, because I was the one sworn to defeat him." Then, they reached the throne room. It was completly black and red. It seemed it had been pulled from hell itself. And, in the center, in black chainmail, black gauntlets, helm like a demon's head, and black boots, sat the monstrosity they had come to defeat. "Welcome to my castle." His voice reverbrated through the entire throne room. "This castle shall become a tomb for all of you. You are sealed within, the seal's only broken by the caster's death. Nightreven! To me." "Yes, my liege." said Nightreven on bended knee. He then appeared in a whirl of black flame at his master's side. "You...it was you who told him about us, you told hime our weaknesses, you are the reason Zell and Selphie died! You bastard!" Squall shouted, ending in him falling to his knees, eyes shning with tears. "How touching, Squall, luckily, you will be joining them soon." Then, with a laugh that froze the blood in their veins, he attacked...

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