Years after they defeated Kefka, Relm struggles to adjust to a normal life.
- I was always under the impression that the world was restored (sans magic), seeing as there were ending shots of locations only available in the WoB, but if it weren't, this is a concise flourish of despair.
I never really got into Relm in the game (though I still equipped her with the Memento Ring, just like I always gave Maduin to Terra, Phoenix to Locke, and a Star Pendant to Cyan,) so thanks for getting me to relate to a fairly obscure character.
Oh, and Kefka hate will always get my vote.
- This is a powerful piece. Very few people seem to look into Relm, and I love your insight. Usually it is assumed that the young will adapt better than the older people, but the young are so rarely directly involved. Relm was living a fairy-tale, but didn't get her happily ever after. The past haunts her; she is broken, just like so many of the others were at the start of the quest. Thank you for writing this. It's magnificent.
- Oh, wow. I like that the world has stayed broken, has not been healed by the slaying of Kefka. I also like that Relm can't quite adjust, because she was so young when they fought Kefka. And the fact that she cannot quite recall the correct shade for grass or sky is incredibly poignant. So well done!
(#) Kasan_Soulblade 2012-10-15 08:48:36 PMI wonder why others thought the world restored. It's an idea I never held.
After all it takes decades if not centuries to grow back a forest after the barest of fires. Such mass destruction that Kefka wrought might very well prove untenable and the world might very well have ended in a few dwindling generations.
Ok now that I've made a comment about the reviews present let's talk about the piece.
I knew just knew without a shadow of a doubt it was Kefka when you mentioned the colors. Red, black, gold. Those are him, the colors symbolism just scream him. Destruction, vibrance, death, wealth and dross.
I am sure you have other interpretations, but this is written afer a hell of a day and I am half asleep as it is... Not the best time to review, but the only time I'll have.
That aside aside... The fact she never faces him. Just blurred aspects, fractions, and factions... that too is fitting. It seems that while killing him she isn't aiming for his material death but the spiritial death of the man/monster.
Relm's tale, in your hands, screams Post Tramatic Disorder. And in a world that the illness isn't known or acknowledged I could see her slowly drifting, a solitary figure on a raft of parchment and paint, the whole of it disolving under her unseeing eyes.
After all, she's still lost, looking for thsoe perfect hues, those greens and blues that she no longer can recall.