Chapter Ten: Escape
Within the hour, Pietro had changed into the warrior monk's uniform and was on his way out of the temple. As he strolled through the corridors, the man thought back to what the priest had said to him about this dangerous endeavor.
He had been chosen to muster as many men and women as he could in order to help save the people of Spira when the time came. The majority of the men he was to gather were to act as messengers and carry warnings, news and plans to all the towns scattered across the world. A select few were to join him in becoming the personal guard of Shelinda, acting on her orders when she arose to the rank of captain of the guard of Bevelle. In this position, they would be able to listen in on key conversations and relay them to others in their movement.
All of this was to happen in a incredibly short amount of time and the former crusader didn't know how such a task could be accomplished that quickly. Pietro didn't know many places to find people willing to help thwart the Maesters. The remainders of the Crusaders would possibly jump at the chance, but they were scattered and in hiding. He could locate some of the Al Bhed, yet he had no idea if Pretz would appreciate their help.
Pietro was nearing the stone archway that led out to the courtyard of the holy sanctuary and the high walls that protected it. As he passed beneath the portal, the yellow sun illuminated his vision of the grassy lawn. It had only been yesterday when he saw it last, yet it seemed different. The green perfection that lay before him was misplaced in his eye. The Maesters of Yevon were undeserving of the lush grass and orchard of fruit trees confined within their perimeter. The people of Spira should be the ones to enjoy the aromatic scents of apples, cherries, and peaches that wafted through the air, not the men that only care about themselves. Pietro had to calm down before he approached the barred gate to the outside.
"Where are you going, warrior?" one of the guards asked as Pietro arrived.
Pietro remembered what Pretz told him to say to exit the temple. "I am to relay a message to the guards posted on the outskirts of the city. They are to watch the skies for the possible return of the flying ship that attacked yesterday. The Maesters believe that they may return in an effort to finish what they started," the disguised man said, sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Very well, but why you and not one of the guards?" the other questioned.
"We would not want to leave the main temple vulnerable, now would we?" Pietro answered quickly. "And I have just been promoted, thus the least important man at the moment, so they decided to send me."
"Okay, you may pass," the first guard said as he unlocked the gate. His partner proceeded to pull the gate open and waved Pietro through to the city streets. "When you talk to them, tell them that Jigimi and Kamui say hello."
"As you wish, I'll give them your regards," the man masquerading as a monk said.
He turned on his heel and departed down the empty road. He headed towards the outer limits of the city until he out of the sight of the fortified building. Then, he dashed down an alley and headed towards the business district of the grand capital. He was going to keep the promise he had mad to his friend O'aka and tell his brother what happened.
As he arrived at the market area, he stopped the first person he saw and asked where he could find the store owned by his imprisoned friend. The woman pointed to the far corner of the third block and was quick to leave Pietro's side. He had noticed that he getting many stares from the residents because of his appearance, so he too quickly journeyed to the indicated storefront. There he doffed his cap and entered the place of business.
To be continued.
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A/N: Another chapter written and saved. I know that this is an awkward place to end it, but the next one will hopefully answer why. Well Pietro is on a journey once again, but they won't be as grandiose as the last. Until the next time we meet, farewell. ^_^ (July 29, 2002)
Within the hour, Pietro had changed into the warrior monk's uniform and was on his way out of the temple. As he strolled through the corridors, the man thought back to what the priest had said to him about this dangerous endeavor.
He had been chosen to muster as many men and women as he could in order to help save the people of Spira when the time came. The majority of the men he was to gather were to act as messengers and carry warnings, news and plans to all the towns scattered across the world. A select few were to join him in becoming the personal guard of Shelinda, acting on her orders when she arose to the rank of captain of the guard of Bevelle. In this position, they would be able to listen in on key conversations and relay them to others in their movement.
All of this was to happen in a incredibly short amount of time and the former crusader didn't know how such a task could be accomplished that quickly. Pietro didn't know many places to find people willing to help thwart the Maesters. The remainders of the Crusaders would possibly jump at the chance, but they were scattered and in hiding. He could locate some of the Al Bhed, yet he had no idea if Pretz would appreciate their help.
Pietro was nearing the stone archway that led out to the courtyard of the holy sanctuary and the high walls that protected it. As he passed beneath the portal, the yellow sun illuminated his vision of the grassy lawn. It had only been yesterday when he saw it last, yet it seemed different. The green perfection that lay before him was misplaced in his eye. The Maesters of Yevon were undeserving of the lush grass and orchard of fruit trees confined within their perimeter. The people of Spira should be the ones to enjoy the aromatic scents of apples, cherries, and peaches that wafted through the air, not the men that only care about themselves. Pietro had to calm down before he approached the barred gate to the outside.
"Where are you going, warrior?" one of the guards asked as Pietro arrived.
Pietro remembered what Pretz told him to say to exit the temple. "I am to relay a message to the guards posted on the outskirts of the city. They are to watch the skies for the possible return of the flying ship that attacked yesterday. The Maesters believe that they may return in an effort to finish what they started," the disguised man said, sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Very well, but why you and not one of the guards?" the other questioned.
"We would not want to leave the main temple vulnerable, now would we?" Pietro answered quickly. "And I have just been promoted, thus the least important man at the moment, so they decided to send me."
"Okay, you may pass," the first guard said as he unlocked the gate. His partner proceeded to pull the gate open and waved Pietro through to the city streets. "When you talk to them, tell them that Jigimi and Kamui say hello."
"As you wish, I'll give them your regards," the man masquerading as a monk said.
He turned on his heel and departed down the empty road. He headed towards the outer limits of the city until he out of the sight of the fortified building. Then, he dashed down an alley and headed towards the business district of the grand capital. He was going to keep the promise he had mad to his friend O'aka and tell his brother what happened.
As he arrived at the market area, he stopped the first person he saw and asked where he could find the store owned by his imprisoned friend. The woman pointed to the far corner of the third block and was quick to leave Pietro's side. He had noticed that he getting many stares from the residents because of his appearance, so he too quickly journeyed to the indicated storefront. There he doffed his cap and entered the place of business.
To be continued.
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A/N: Another chapter written and saved. I know that this is an awkward place to end it, but the next one will hopefully answer why. Well Pietro is on a journey once again, but they won't be as grandiose as the last. Until the next time we meet, farewell. ^_^ (July 29, 2002)