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ashe, basch, full cast, valley of the dead

Fic #2: Valley Of The Dead. Part One
Title: Valley Of The Dead. (Part 1/?)
Characters/ Pairings: Basch/ Ashe. Full cast + Vossler.
Rating: T
Length: 539
Notes: In-Game so no spoilers
Summary: An exhausted Basch falls asleep outside Raitwalls Tomb, and is haunted by his worst fears. First Chapter. Basch-centred.

Valley Of The Dead: Part One

With the torturing sun beating down on their backs, the entrance to Raithwalls tomb was like a colossal furnace, intent on driving them insane with it's heat. Basch's skin prickled and he fought to control his rasping breath as beads of sweat trickled down his body.

Vossler slid down the pillar beside him, chest heaving under his armour, hands reaching for the water he carried.

The others thought this an inviting idea. They stumbled towards the teasingly inviting shade of the cliff edge and threw themselves onto mercifully cool sand. Vaan actually groaned and stretched out his arms as if to hug the ground.

Basch’s head swam as he sat down dizzily and his back struck rock. It was high time for a rest. The Sandseas were far enough to cross on foot without the unbearable heat, constant stream of foes to slay and Garuda the undead dragon to welcome them enthusiastically here at the Valley of the Dead.

The poor princess had gone from white to red over the last hour or so and didn't look like she could even lift an arm let alone cast a spell to relieve herself.

In fact, Basch could barely gather the energy to raise his own weary, bruised arm. But lift it he did, and slowly summoned the power to cast Cura as Fran cast a spell Basch didn't’t recognize. A shower of icy droplets cascaded blissfully down upon them for a short moment. Balthier swigged the potion.

A light, swirling wind lifted the hair from his neck, cooling him further. He sighed and let his eyelids close before he could stop himself.

Dimly he registered Balthier’s voice. “Poor man’s worn himself out. Of course, it would help if he slept during the night like everybody else, for a change.”

And exhaustion rolled over him like a smothering cloud on the breeze.

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He struggled at the hands that pinned his own behind his back. Thrashed and snarled in panic and desperation. His efforts wasted, his Armour weighing him down, strength ebbing away from his limbs.

“Captain- our King… What have you done?”

Basch froze.

He knew the words, thought the voice was not amongst those that had haunted his endless night in Nalbina.

He lifted his head sharply. Vaan- eyes wide and disbelieving- snaked to the ground clutching his side.

A growl ripped at his throat, dread pounded his heart as he thrashed against his captors with renewed vigor.

A flash of white hair-

He stilled, staring in horror at his King’s thrown.

Ashe-

Her head rested on her blood-drenched shoulder. Her dead eyes gazed unseeingly at the blue carpet beside him.

An eruption of raw emotion took place in his chest. He could not breath. He could not see.

Ashe- my Queen-

Mist shrouded around her where she sat sprawled, animating her sickeningly. Her eyes suddenly focused, unblinking. Her head turned slowly towards him.

“Basch. My Knight, my Guardian,” she spoke in a far away voice that seemed to come from all around him.

“What have you done? My Captain… my Captain…” she trailed off.

“Basch?” she whispered.

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Notes:
- Thanks for reading :D Next part soon.
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- Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII, it's characters, settings etc. My stories are completely fictional.
-Please comment! Constructive criticism welcome, this is only my second fic ever and I don't write much.