The War of Transgression

[Oerba Yun Fang [The Desperado]]

The War Of Transgression

"The Pulsians soon gather in front of a tiny mausoleum. Whispers of excitement run through the crowd, only adding to the air of anticipation that encompass the tiny ancient tomb. Then without warning a man bursts through the stone door. His skin is a pale blue, and his entire body seemed to posses an almost translucent quality. A single long sword was driven through his chest. The steel weapon gleamed wickedly with the faintest traces of the man's own blood. He was a ghost, a member of the walking dead.

A wide toothy grin spreads across his mangy face, the exotic mark of the I''Cie beneath his left eye.He lets out a soft chuckle before he finally speaks. "Ah my brothers and sisters, have ye' come to hear my tale?" He asks. The crowd nods their heads up and down, others crying out yes! The ghost let another chuckle escape his lips. "Very well then! Centuries ago I walked this land as did you. Forever was I doomed to live within the shadow of Lindzei's demonic child. The devil's own creation was a giant rock that loomed above us all! He promised us paradise, never ending pleasure! But we Pulsians knew better then to believe the Devil's lies. We stayed in the one true paradise, Grand Pulse!"

"But there were those foolish enough to venture into Lindzei's trap. They told us that it was true, inside of the giant flying hell rested paradise itself. Soon time went on, and they all but forgot about us. Bah! We were their ancestors, the ones living in true bliss! Yet Lindzei, he weaved his lies. They believed us to be naught but savages! It was then that the Great War Chief devised a plan, to free the fools from the source of all evil."

The ghost paused from his almost rage induced rant to place his hand on the sword that rested in his chest. With a grunt he tore it from himself. He held it high, pointing at the bright sun lingering above the crowd's heads. "The Great War Chief demanded that the heaven's crown was to be the only thing to float in the sky! We ourselves would strike down all that the Cocoon represented, and Lindzei himself! So we took our blades!" The man said as he dramatically swiped his blade downwards. "And the magicks given to us by the Fal'Cie to hack into the shell of the Lindzei's wicked lies. At first we were successful, the deceived did not except us to strike at them! But lo!"

Once again the warrior pauses to point at his own chest. "Lindzei gave them weapons of great power, soon we were turned back. Even the magicks of the Fal'Cie could not halt the lines of the Cocoonian soldiers. Bah, those fools truly believed the Devil's lies! Yet the Fal'Cie had one last trick. Together with the Great War Chief they selected a pair of young warriors, and sent them to the very heart of the Cocoon. They wove their magicks, and tore the outer shell to pieces. That is when the Cocoonian's so wisely retreated, yet we too had to retreat. The fiends rose upwards, claiming our great cities that the Cocoonian's did not. And so our spirits were laid to rest."

"But today!" The ghost exclaimed as he rose his arms into the air. "We have awoken! Five hundred years after our own death we have risen once again! And tonight we shall show the Cocoonian Devils that Lindezei can protect them no longer!" With a war cry the legions of the dead rise up from the ground around the large crowd. Each one a fallen Pulsian warrior. They chant and let out fierce war cries as a group. Then without warning they charge off, hellbent on destroying the very same thing that took their lives."