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Jesseth — cc: Stand up and fight
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This game is hardbut you have to get back up and fight
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Final Fantasy- Crystal Chronicles got the better of me when I was younger. I completed all the sidequests, got so many upgrades the game just wouldn't give me any more, and you see that sword? That's excalibur. excalibur.
I still couldn't beat Raem.
Considering the in-game 'years' my character has been travelling for, and the nature of the final boss, it would be a miracle if she even remembered what she was fighting for.
But I can't shake the feeling I need to stand up and keep trying.
made in corel painter essentials3 and photoshop elements3, took 1 or 2 hours.
Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles © square enix
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Looking at this artwork, the caption, the comments... It sends a shiver up my body. Goosebumps appeared, and a warm feeling entered through my spine. It... It's amazing what a singular game can make you feel. So much, and yet, so little. The connection- that's when you KNOW it's a great story, great game, and a great piece of work.
Pain. Anger. Fear. It’s all that she could have felt. nothing more, and certainly nothing less. She had been traveling across the world for years, doing her job, saving myrrh, stopping the miasma from taking over. And yet, in the end... It was all futile. She had no strength left to fight, to live. The armor she wore, the companions she joined, the people she fought for, was all, too heavy to bear. A trickle appeared in her eye, a sparkle. A small tear dripped, trailing against the dirt and grime covering her once beautiful face. Her throat choked up, the memories coming crashing down upon her. All dead. For what? Other villages? She didn’t even know those people she was ‘protecting.’ The world? Surely someone else could have come and saved the world, just not her. No. Not just anyone. The thought struck home, hammering it like her hammer would have back at the blacksmith’s. No. Not just anyone, her. She was fighting. Another tear dripped down her cheek. Her family, what would they have thought right now? Thought of her, laying by the side of the road, covered in battle scars and soot. No, she was not going to leave like this. One last fight, one last battle... One last victory. No one died for nothing, and she certainly didn’t. Her legs strained, the damaged boots upon her feet dragging through the dirt. She wouldn’t lose, not after what she had been through! Blood trickled down her arm, staining the lovely blue cloth, ripped after numerous battles to get where she was. Her resolve strengthened once more. No, this wasn’t for just one person, not just for her. Not for everyone either. For the ones who had kept her safe, who had lived with her, laughed with her. Died with her. Her foot found purchase upon the dusty pathway, lifting her up. Another tear slid down, washing away more grime. Her metal pauldron grinded on the rocks, scraping the paint off and creating dents in the dull silver. Her body cried out for rest, but she knew that she couldn’t. Not yet, not now, not while there was still something left to pass through. With a last heave, she lifted herself up off of the ground, tearing open a wound, but staggering forward all the same. She could barely feel the pain now. By now the tears were free-flowing, rivers opening, bursting through the dams and down her stained cheeks. With red eyes, she lifted her sword. Her cap had fallen off, the feathers lying flat on the windless plains. They too, were dirty and grimy, a testament to her trials. A shadow over encompassed hers, drowning out the sounds and darkening everything. She tilted her head forwards, looking straight up. Raem. A name to a face. A twisted face, but one nonetheless. One last trial. Then, she could rest easy. It was now, or never. She looked on a little longer, before looking down and charging.
Excerpt: Some say that there is no difference between a great being, and a hero. But there is, unbeknownst to a lot of youngsters who haven’t lived to see them. Nowadays, hero is pinned upon anyone with enough guts to change something, to live free and wild. The difference, however... Is that a great being fights until he falls. A hero gets back up. Some say, on that day, a miracle happened, but, I’m inclined to believe otherwise. It was no act of God, or otherworldly being, no we have enough of those on this world today. Rather, a young woman changed our lives. While she may have had no idea of what she was fighting for at the moment, she undoubtedly knew it was for the better. And I thank her for that.
Just a little something I came up with while looking at your piece and listening to some TSFH 
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You do know that excalibur isn't the best weapon right? There's also Ragnarok and the Ultima Sword.
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Final boss is effing hard single player.
Love the style in this. Instant fave.
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I really can't say how much I love this for some reason, and your comments make it all the better.
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When playing CC I have a habit of giving the characters personalities.
When they fight Raem I wonder if they'd even remember what they achieved. It seems so bitter sweet.
Your picture seems to sum it up entirely.
Great work! x)
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FFCC became a very personal journey for me, I know exactly how you feel
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Beautifully done and a beautiful sentiment! 
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This is really good! I love the determination the character has. Very well done.
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Careful there, she may wind up like the Black Knight. Very evocative image, well done!
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Really awesome colouring and I love the blury outline/ background!
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I just love the way you colored it
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