Chapter 1: Drunk and Down…

Narrator

"How did I end up here?"

Those words passed through the burmecian Dragon Knight's mind who sat against the Treno auction house, slowly nursing from a bottle of a unknown liquor she had taken off a bandit on the way into Treno. The ground beneath her was cold and wet with water and who knows what else. Freya couldn't care less what these "Nobles" thought of her right now, all she cared about now was drinking her sorrows away. Its been 4 years, 4 years since Fratley disappeared.

As she sat on the ground drinking down the burning orange liquid, she saw another Burmecian, dressed in traveling clothing looking down at her. He was clearly confused seeing one of the powerful Dragon Knight's of Burmecia sitting on the ground of the slum city Treno and drinking herself to stupor as well! She bared her teeth and snarled and chucked the bottle at the man. It fell short and shattered on the ground, but it had the desired effect. The man quickly rushed off, frightened of the drunken Knight.

Freya let out a sad sigh as she realized that was her only bottle. She mumbled out slightly as she laid her head on the ground in her drunken state, one of the honored Dragon Knight's of Burmecia falling asleep on the street.

She awoke to a slight tapping on her head, it felt like someone's foot. She snarled and pulled her lance off her back, jabbing it into the persons throat quickly. The person let out a slight gasp as they felt the spear against there throat. Freya looked up with bloodshot, sad yet angry eyes. They went wide as they saw who it was.

Zidane Tribal's POV

I was surprised when I walked by the auction house and saw one of my old friends propped against the wall, drinking. I was going to go make sure she was alright but just then she threw a bottle of some liquid at a nearby man. I was shocked, Freya rarely attacked someone without good reason…

Once I saw she fell asleep, I walked over and tapped her lightly with my foot, making sure she was still asleep. Bad idea. A split second later, I had her lance jammed up against my throat, it barely brought blood but I was shocked to see my close friend looking at me with such anger and utter hatred. I don't think she realized who I was at first, as her eyes slowly cleared and she looked away, ashamed at her actions.

"Zidane…What do you want?" Freya mumbled out slightly slurred, she seemed to be at least partially drunk. I knew this meant nothing, if anything a drunk Freya was more dangerous.

"Freya…" Was all I could manage out, looking over my friends form. She had bandages all over her arms and legs, her large red coat lain on the ground next to her. She looked like she had not seen a bath in months.

"If you don't have anything to say then leave!" She said angrily, wanting me gone.

"Aww, come on Freya! You know you cant get rid of me before I get a kiss." I blabbed out quickly, not thinking before saying it. That got me…well it got me a clawed slap across the face. When Burmaciens slap you, it hurts. I stumbled back from the slap, I had been slapped by Freya before but this time was different. She truly did not want me, or maybe anyone around…

"Go. NOW!" She almost screamed out at my face. She pulled herself up from the ground, using her lance, and began slowly walking away. She was hurt badly from the looks of it, she looked close to falling over as it was, and those wounds needed to be taken care of. I didn't know what to do, leave my friend alone like she wished or help her against her will?

Freya Crescent's POV

"The NERVE of that idiot!" I screamed out in my mind, enraged even more by the thief's foolishness. I can't believe he would actually say that to me! He deserves more then a slap, good for him I'm too tired for that. I continued my slow movement away from the fool as my entire body screamed out in a protest with every movement. I recalled when I first met the boy, how then I was injured as well. I forced the thought from my mind, not wanting to remember that memory.

I heard Zidane call out after me but everything seemed to be turning into a haze. I was breathing shallowly and coughed slightly, never having though spending the night on Treno's ground along with all these wounds would end with me becoming sick. I dropped my lance and fell to the ground with a groan.

I could barely make out Zidane above me as my mind swam in a haze. He reached down and slowly pulled me up, I tried to push him off, to protest his picking me up off the ground with every ounce of strength he could muster. He was being strained by the act of lifting someone larger then him, but he continued anyway. I continued my weak struggling as I felt blood run down my arms, the wounds opening again. I slowly lost consciousness as my friend of 2 years carried me away from the auction house.

Narrator

Zidane carried the unconscious Dragoon through the streets of Treno, getting more then a few odd looks from many nobles. The Burmecian traveler from before looked over when Zidane walked by and slowly nodded, despite the attack on him earlier he understood what had happened. There were not many Burmacians who didn't know who Freya Crescent was, or what she had lost.

Zidane carried her into the Inn, and after purchasing a room for two he carried her to the room, slowly placing her on the bed. He dug into his backpack and pulled out some medical supplies. He then went about the long process of changing the many bandages she wore on her form. He removed one of the bloodier bandages on her arm and saw a deep red gash, it looked like it had been there for days. Zidane sighed out slowly at the sight of this.

"Geez Freya…why can't you ever just get your wounds healed?" He whispered slowly and reached into his bag and pulled out a potion, he pulled out a rag and poured some of the green sparkling liquid onto it. He rubbed it on the wound and watched as it slowly healed, it reminded him of the day they had first met. He shook his head, getting back on track of what he was doing now. Freya's other wounds were not as bad as they looked, and he easily fixed them.

He looked over at the clock on the wall once finished, and saw it was well into the morning. He fell over on the other bed in the room, he looked over at his friend on the opposite bed, the bed was slightly blood soaked from the blood that had been on Freya. He chuckled slightly at the thought of the Inn owners face the next day when he came in and saw that the bed looked like it had had a pig slaughtered in it.