Through Eyes of Sapphire
by Feathery Kuja
A/N: I don't own Kuja or any FF9 related items you may find in this story. This is kinda weird so dont take it very seriously..... Oh yeah, try not to flame me too bad, my self-esteem has been exceptionally low.....
Kuja stared thoughtfully into the mist that stood before him. The wind brushed lightly across his pale face like the soft touch of feathers. The breeze tossed his hair about in the morning sky. The silver dragon flew gracefully below him; purple and green feathers fell from the wings with each steady beat.
He sighed and looked down at the land below him. Endless green fields of rolling hills stretched below him; some areas dotted with trees and lined with great mountains topped with snowy white peaks. A flock of white doves flew below the gliding dragon towards the kingdom before him.
In the middle of this sat a great structure. A large pewter and blue colored palace with a massive crystal blade jutting from the center. It gleamed powerfully in the sunlight, the bright rays dancing across it like magnificent acrobats.
A low growl escaped the silver dragon as it began its long descend to the outskirts of the kingdom. Obviously the dragon felt the same way as Kuja concerning the fact that neither of them wanted to make a big entrance. Not today. The people would learn soon enough.
The dragon's large claws sunk into the soft earth of the seemingly endless fields. Kuja slide slowly from the beast's back, touching down lightly onto the grass below. Glassy beads of dew still hung onto the deep green blades of grass.
A new kingdom stood before his eyes. Magnificent places, and unfamiliar faces; banquet halls and peasant stalls. Finally, a new world to explore and enjoy. And destroy, he thought grimly.
He waved his hand gingerly, signaling for the dragon to depart. Obediently, it's great wings spread full into the sky, they beat down hard and it was lifted into the air on the small current. A cloud of purple tinted feathers dripped from the sky like rain.
Kuja stood watching it for a moment, then turned back around to face this new place. He smirked as his plans- Garland's plans- ran through his mind one more time before carrying out the first step. He began to walk steadily towards the towering structures ahead of him in a sadistic smugness.
A/N: Okay, stay tuned for chapter two (if you even liked one...) because I should be finishing it soon......
by Feathery Kuja
A/N: I don't own Kuja or any FF9 related items you may find in this story. This is kinda weird so dont take it very seriously..... Oh yeah, try not to flame me too bad, my self-esteem has been exceptionally low.....
Kuja stared thoughtfully into the mist that stood before him. The wind brushed lightly across his pale face like the soft touch of feathers. The breeze tossed his hair about in the morning sky. The silver dragon flew gracefully below him; purple and green feathers fell from the wings with each steady beat.
He sighed and looked down at the land below him. Endless green fields of rolling hills stretched below him; some areas dotted with trees and lined with great mountains topped with snowy white peaks. A flock of white doves flew below the gliding dragon towards the kingdom before him.
In the middle of this sat a great structure. A large pewter and blue colored palace with a massive crystal blade jutting from the center. It gleamed powerfully in the sunlight, the bright rays dancing across it like magnificent acrobats.
A low growl escaped the silver dragon as it began its long descend to the outskirts of the kingdom. Obviously the dragon felt the same way as Kuja concerning the fact that neither of them wanted to make a big entrance. Not today. The people would learn soon enough.
The dragon's large claws sunk into the soft earth of the seemingly endless fields. Kuja slide slowly from the beast's back, touching down lightly onto the grass below. Glassy beads of dew still hung onto the deep green blades of grass.
A new kingdom stood before his eyes. Magnificent places, and unfamiliar faces; banquet halls and peasant stalls. Finally, a new world to explore and enjoy. And destroy, he thought grimly.
He waved his hand gingerly, signaling for the dragon to depart. Obediently, it's great wings spread full into the sky, they beat down hard and it was lifted into the air on the small current. A cloud of purple tinted feathers dripped from the sky like rain.
Kuja stood watching it for a moment, then turned back around to face this new place. He smirked as his plans- Garland's plans- ran through his mind one more time before carrying out the first step. He began to walk steadily towards the towering structures ahead of him in a sadistic smugness.
A/N: Okay, stay tuned for chapter two (if you even liked one...) because I should be finishing it soon......