Hello all! My name's Adam and this is my first try at a fanfic, thought id get my pen hand back in action…ON A KEYBOARD! Hope you like, R+R would be very appreciative, and finally thank you to the Sly Eagle for posting the FIRST EVER review for my fanfic!!!
THE PACT
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An orange glow highlighted the mist filled crevices, the sunset breaking in and out of the dense shrubbery. The light was intense and burned down on Ayxe's bare back. His once clean hands were now a motley assortment of dirt and scratches. The muscles down his arms were tensed hard as he poured all his energy into another lunge up the rocks. The foliage around him was a lush green, and tendrils of thorns reached out and slashed at the young boy's arms. At times it seemed they had a will of their own.
Finally the rocks began to plateau out and a soft layer of grass rolled out from the plants. Although the greenery was thick there was a barely discernable path leading slightly upward. Ayxe was incredibly tired, but he willed himself on with a sense of urgency burning in his eyes. His face was cast down, his vision blurred.
"No, I have to keep going. I can't let myself down. I can't let him down."
"Stop." A low voice bellowed.
Lost in his thoughts, Ayxe had not been looking where he was going. As the voice spoke he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up and in front of him the carpet of grass fell suddenly over a massive rock face, tumbling down until the dry, withered root-ends crept among the baked clay of a riverbed. Water thrashed and churned, the rapids smacking against the cliff face with a dull thwack. Ayxe's attention returned to the mysterious voice.
"Where are you?" He shouted.
"No need to yell, child."
"I'm not a child! Show yourself!" He roared back.
The orange sky was deepening into a velvet cloak engulfing the plateau. Behind Ayxe, and a little to the left, a small spark of light began to form. Ayxe caught it in the corner of his eye and turned. The area around the light seemed to blur slightly, and a figure began to emerge. Ayxe's eyes went wide. Tendrils of mist collapsed and faded, and a crackling hum became audible above the sound of the gurgling river.
Suddenly a flash of brilliant light lit up the scene, expelling the coming darkness of night, if but for a moment. Ayxe stumbled backwards, falling onto a thick root. As the light faded, he realized his mistake.
"Ramuh! Please, forgive me. I did not know it was you who spoke to me."
"Hahaha, have no fear, child, and that IS what you are you know, a child compared to the wisdom of this place!"
"Yes, I, I can see that now, I am sorry." Ayxe whimpered.
"Never mind that, child. What brings one such as you to Pinnacle Rocks?"
The thunder god Ramuh sat with crossed legs, hovering nearly at the height of Ayxe's head. He was draped in a multitude of green robes. They were illustrious, ranging from a sparkling emerald green to the dark and shadowy hues of a forest. He moved very little, his benevolent expression etched on his faced, coursed with the wise lines of age.
"I am seeking someone, the merchant in Lindblum said I should speak to you, so I ran here, and started climbing, and…"
"Shhh, slow down, I see now what you intend. My many years as an oracle have meant that my intuition is rather developed you see."
"I'm looking for…" Ayxe was cut off mid-sentence.
"I know. You are looking for your father."