Final Fantasies

I laugh in the face of danger as my sword tingles with anticipation.
Here I am at the final battle, but how did I get in this situation?
 

Let's take it from the start, where most stories begin.
I joined a group of freelance rebels, branded a terrorist ring.
Freedom fighter, trying to help the common people in need.
I am a mercenary, considered a spy by them, a planted seed.
Yet as battles continue, and defiance becomes apparent,
They see my fighting assets a great talent.
We slowly fought against the corrupt for time, but someone came back.
A mystery from  my past that I failed to destroy, for the skills, I lacked.
The end was his goal, the end to everything that was.
Corruption of power drove him to madness and destruction happened '...just because'.

Through battle I found love and through love I found pain.
My true love's awful demise plays again and again.
She fought hard and true against those who damaged.
Yet, as she fell, the world became ravaged.
Day turned to night and cold winds blew.
I couldn't feel any sun. My heart had been run through.
Tears fell and rage rose in the wake of this act.
Vengeance was a must, and the skills, I no longer lacked.

I fought the darkest demons from hell and back.
My boundless rage made me lose track.
But, again I wandered and found my place.
Yet, still, all I saw was her beautiful face.
I traced the shadow and found his lair.
But as I arrived, there was nothing there.
A huge hole in the earth, I had to go down.
I knew my rival would be found.
Through blood and sweat and pain and rage.
I had found my rival, and now there was no escape in this granite cage.
His darkness warped him and gave him great strength.
But he didn't know the determination he was up against.
The damage we did was excessive, but he didn't die.
His darkness left him just another man, and back for another try.
But I am true of heart and just in mind.
I will get revenge on all his kind.
Muscles burn with speed and power.
My battle dance forms an exquisite flower.
In to the underworld, he went. The place he thought he knew.
And as for now, my journey is through.

((Dedicated to my brother, the big Skitzo. Keep your fingers burning on those pads. Watch out for the blisters, you button basher!!! :D))