Selphie Kinneas
Mission Possible
Chapter Nine- The Miracle Of Cactars

Quistis pushed her loose bangs from her eyes as she watched Seifer walking into the distance.

"Must… find… water…" She breathed as she walked drowsily forward. The sun overhead burned so mercilessly Quistis fell back to her knees as she strained to keep going. Magic… Quistis smiled as she summoned one of her………

"My water magics! They're gone!" She cried seeing as she had only one left. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Make it last. "Water!" A bubbled trapped her as she was soaked inside. At this moment she took full advantage at drinking the water within.

The magic ended leaving Quistis drenched in a mix of sweat and water. She pulled her hair and replaced its bun. "There has got to be more water some how…" She whispered hopefully. She pulled Seifer's trench coat and walked forward.

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Seifer kept trudging forward. Everything behind him, looked identical to what was in front of him. He slowly fell on his knees. Has it really… come to this? The mighty knight of the Sorceresses falls to an unknown death?

To die in discrimination… who'd care to honor his absence? He was hated. Everyone would rarely remember him with a smile, if ever. If anyone cared to hear and say his name, it would be in total disgust and resentment. Even Ri-

Seifer blinked and forward his body went hitting the sand face first.

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"I can't be dry already." Quistis gasped feeling her clothing. She could feel wetness under her arms and around her chest. Optimistically she excused it to be water and not sweat, praying a positive attitude would give her strength.

Resourceful, SeeDs must always be resourceful. Some monsters are eatable. Knowing these will help greatly on survival on extreme occasions. SeeDs must be prepared for anything, even the worst.

Was everything spinning? Quistis held her head and looked around. As her body turned she felt the circles of movement accelerating in speed. "STOP!" She cried helplessly, it was meant to be a shout but the loudness didn't actually occur to Quistis.

"I can't fall…" She whispered as her body disobeyed her and bent backwards. The ground was hard even with hundred's of layers of sand. "I'm strong…" She continued to mumble. "Please,"

"Quisty, Quisty! Wake up!"

"What on earth is that squeaking…" Quistis moaned as she rolled about. Her eyes opened to greenery. It looked like a more flourished version of flower field at Edea's house.

"Quisty, Quisty!" The squeakiness multiplied.

Quistis finally sat straight; the place was such a peaceful area. The flowers blew softly and the sky was clear without a cloud. Even without the clouds the air was… neutral.

"Quisty, Quisty!"

The blonde looked around frustrated, where are those voices coming from! She scouted the ground and looked at the heart of the flowers. Large black glimmering eyes looked back at her. Thin slits for mouths opened as they continued to shout.

"Quisty, Quisty!" Slowly Quistis bent to them again and forced a smile.

"Yes, can I help you?"

The flowers giggled madly with their high-pitched voices. "We're going to help you!" Quistis raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Help me? Why I don't need your help."

"Stay with us here, in the garden. We have lots of food and water. We can play forever!" The flowers urged.

Part of Quistis had given in to the flowers' offer. "But Seifer," She began. The flowers shuddered as she spoke his name. They shook her small petal heads at her.

"He's a baaaaad man." The all said in union and hush tones. They smiled again, "Forget about him and stay with us! You'll be happier here."

Quistis peered at the joyous faces, "I should find him; he could die." She explained.

"Quistis stay here." Another voice from afar came. The blonde jumped to her feet at look about rapidly. A shadow came towards her. Once visible Quistis made out the black leather jacket with a fur collar, the two belts slashing each other. A long silver Griever necklace bounced on his chest. The mysterious gray eyes looked at her.

"Squall…" She breathed. Squall came before her and held her in his arms. Quistis simply allowed him too. "But Rinoa-" She argued out of the courtesy to the right doings.

"Forget Rinoa, I love you Quistis. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to realize it." Squall's arms moved around as he embraced her dearly. Quistis smiled as she replied in the same ginger manner.

"I said I loved you because I was replacing Ellone, but it's not true." Quistis admitted as she felt herself being caressed so gently by her dream male. "I always had my eye on you."

Quistis felt a pinching pain were Squall's fingertips laid. As he moved his arms onto different places of her back the pinching multiplied. "Squall… you're hurting me." She whispered.

Squall ignored her as the pain swept her entire back. "Please stop… Squall." She muttered.

"Squall please stop…" She continued to whisper praying that Squall would still embrace her. Her eyes opened as the sun flared and stung her vision. She heard awkward squeak. Quistis slowly gazed about. Cactaurs were poking her.

Her eyes widened as she immediately leapt to her feet. Upon seeing this, a Cactaur rushed away. She withdrew her Save The Queen whip and cracked it against the hardened sand. Two more rushed away.

She was left with a lone Cactaur as she aimed and prayed to hit him. For once the whip slashed as she knocked the monster out. She gave herself a grin of triumph as she walked over to the dead being. She held it in the air avoiding the pricking needles. On accident her pulled an arm off.

Quistis gasped as she observed the newly damaged corpse. Something slowly and softly trickled from inside. She observed it carefully… it was

"WATER!" She cried. Cactaurs stored whatever water they found in a bottle type organ for later use. Meaning… so long as there were Cactaurs there was water. Quistis used the end of her whip the make a larger hole in the monster and drank.

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The water idea… well that's how cactuses are so I thought about using the same idea for Cactaurs.