Siren's Song
Chapter 4
The giant growled and leaped. Vincent tried to step back, but the man held him tightly.
"Barre...I mean.. Who ARE you!?"
"My Lord! You have already forgotten me! It is me..your servant, Vulcan!"
"...!?"
"Come back home, my Lord! Your mother, your father..and your brother is waiting for your return! If you do not wish to be the king, then your brother shall be! They are waiting in tears for you to return, My Lord."
"Uhh...King..?"
"Aye My Lord..Have you gotten an amnesia? Who is this lady? Have you bedded her?"
Vincent tried to avoid all these questions, but failed. He didn't understand a thing Barret, or Vulcan, said. He frowned and struggled out of the man's death grip. He tried to stay calm.
"Aye..uh...Vulcan. This lady is pure. I have met her along my journey, is all."
The clever siren quickly butted in the conversation.
"The Lord hasn't regained his memory from the amnesia. He had hit his head while he climbed down the cliff. Aye, I ran to him. He didn't know who he was. I knew he was a royal man. Aye, I brought him into an Inn."
"Thank you, lady. Now my Lord..shall we go back?"
"......"
Vincent looked at Iris with questioning eyes. Iris nodded in approval.
"Aye. Lets go. But I shall not leave without this lady."
Iris blushed.
"I am not a lady, my Lord."
Vulcan laughed so loud that the whole bar had shook and made several drunken men turn and stare.
"Let us be in our way, My Lord! and you too lady."
Iris protested weakly about not being a lady, but Vulcan had already lifted her up and walked down to the ebony horse that had glossy coat that shined in the midnoon sunlight. Vincent said he'd ride Precious, and began to untie the knot. The chocobo nuzzled its beak against his arm and let him ride it. He landed on its soft dust-covered silvery feathers that slightly shimmered in sunlight. He patted it with more handful of dusts, afraid that anyone might try to rob them and take away the precious chocobo. The chocobo trotted along worriless unlike its rider.
After a long ride through the forest, they finally reached a very tiny cabin in the middle of a forest. Vincent was disappointed. He was imagining a huge marble mansion with large gardens and many beautiful decorations. However, the huge giant led them into the cabin. The cabin was empty. Not an item or at least a window was there. Only the walls, ceilings, floor, and the door. But the giant took out his PHS, and dialed a number.
"AVALANCHE. Over."
Then the floor started to shake. Perhaps an earthquake, Iris thought. She tried to stay on the horse as the cabin shook violently. It felt like she was floating on the air. She reached for the door when the giant yelled.
"Do NOT open the door!"
Iris paused and withdrew her hand. Instead, her grip on the horse became tighter and desperate. Vincent managed to walk up to her and firmly hold the horse's rein. Iris mouthed a small "Thanks" and instantly closed her mouth as her face paled. Vincent took the chocobo's rein in his hand where he held the horse's rein, and with the other hand, he took his death penalty out. He shot the wall behind him and looked. All he saw was the sky. He looked at Vulcan questioningly. The giant grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Well..This is the highest part of the newest creation of an airship.. Highwind. Its designed to look like a cabin, and rest of the part was to have it look like part of the ground."
He said this proudly and sheepishily. Then the cabin door opened, and there stepped a girl with neatly brown braided hair tied with a pink ribbon.
"My Lord! Welcome back..."
"Uh...yeah thanks."
Vincent had no idea who this woman was...well she was Aeris, but God knows who she was supposed to be in this role play. But as he studied her, she seemed older than him. She was wrapped around in dark fushia cloak, and her hood was thrown back by her ivory hand. Her grassy green eyes sparkled with tears.
"Can't you even say hi to your mother, Osion!?"
He was struck dumbfounded. It was so awkward having Aeris-she was killed also- as his mom. He was probably older than her in real life. She ran to him and embraced him. He awkwardly put his arms around her and patted her back gently. He retracted quickly and looked at her. She seemed to be disappointed.
"If you did not wanted to be a king, you should have told us. Your brother could always have been a king. He's a king now, since your father died. Your fiance is worried sick about you!! Luckily she's boarded on this ship. Come come, my Lord..lets go celebrate this with Rosabella."
He flinched. A fiance named Rosabella? Now who can THAT be? As he walked along the long corridor of the airship, Iris stopped in the middle.
"I'll let you be, My Lord."
"...But..."
"I think you need some time with her."
Then Vincent understood that Iris knew something. But he wouldn't force it out of her. He nodded solemnly and followed his so called "mother". Soon they stopped. Mother knocked gently on the door.
"Who might that be?"
"It is me, Jane Pourrie Quet the 4th with her son, Osion."
"...!"
"May we go in, my Lady?"
". . ."
"My Lady?"
"Come in, please."
Vincent thought the voice was vey familiar and soothing. Pourrie grasped the doorknob as if it was the only hope out of the despair, and pushed it open gently. His curiosity was killing him, and he wanted to see his "fiance" with his own trusty crimson eyes. But when he realized who was sitting down calmly on her bed, he almost yelled out her name. The name that he wanted most. The one that had always lingered on his tongue forever. The name he tried to forget over ten years even in his deep nightmares. She smoothed her white rose petal dress and lifted her head. Her blue ocean eyes met his burning fire eyes. She smiled as a slight blush appeared in her cheek. Lucretia. My sweet precious Lucretia... Finally able to hold her once more...My dear beloved Lucretia...
Chapter 4
The giant growled and leaped. Vincent tried to step back, but the man held him tightly.
"Barre...I mean.. Who ARE you!?"
"My Lord! You have already forgotten me! It is me..your servant, Vulcan!"
"...!?"
"Come back home, my Lord! Your mother, your father..and your brother is waiting for your return! If you do not wish to be the king, then your brother shall be! They are waiting in tears for you to return, My Lord."
"Uhh...King..?"
"Aye My Lord..Have you gotten an amnesia? Who is this lady? Have you bedded her?"
Vincent tried to avoid all these questions, but failed. He didn't understand a thing Barret, or Vulcan, said. He frowned and struggled out of the man's death grip. He tried to stay calm.
"Aye..uh...Vulcan. This lady is pure. I have met her along my journey, is all."
The clever siren quickly butted in the conversation.
"The Lord hasn't regained his memory from the amnesia. He had hit his head while he climbed down the cliff. Aye, I ran to him. He didn't know who he was. I knew he was a royal man. Aye, I brought him into an Inn."
"Thank you, lady. Now my Lord..shall we go back?"
"......"
Vincent looked at Iris with questioning eyes. Iris nodded in approval.
"Aye. Lets go. But I shall not leave without this lady."
Iris blushed.
"I am not a lady, my Lord."
Vulcan laughed so loud that the whole bar had shook and made several drunken men turn and stare.
"Let us be in our way, My Lord! and you too lady."
Iris protested weakly about not being a lady, but Vulcan had already lifted her up and walked down to the ebony horse that had glossy coat that shined in the midnoon sunlight. Vincent said he'd ride Precious, and began to untie the knot. The chocobo nuzzled its beak against his arm and let him ride it. He landed on its soft dust-covered silvery feathers that slightly shimmered in sunlight. He patted it with more handful of dusts, afraid that anyone might try to rob them and take away the precious chocobo. The chocobo trotted along worriless unlike its rider.
After a long ride through the forest, they finally reached a very tiny cabin in the middle of a forest. Vincent was disappointed. He was imagining a huge marble mansion with large gardens and many beautiful decorations. However, the huge giant led them into the cabin. The cabin was empty. Not an item or at least a window was there. Only the walls, ceilings, floor, and the door. But the giant took out his PHS, and dialed a number.
"AVALANCHE. Over."
Then the floor started to shake. Perhaps an earthquake, Iris thought. She tried to stay on the horse as the cabin shook violently. It felt like she was floating on the air. She reached for the door when the giant yelled.
"Do NOT open the door!"
Iris paused and withdrew her hand. Instead, her grip on the horse became tighter and desperate. Vincent managed to walk up to her and firmly hold the horse's rein. Iris mouthed a small "Thanks" and instantly closed her mouth as her face paled. Vincent took the chocobo's rein in his hand where he held the horse's rein, and with the other hand, he took his death penalty out. He shot the wall behind him and looked. All he saw was the sky. He looked at Vulcan questioningly. The giant grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Well..This is the highest part of the newest creation of an airship.. Highwind. Its designed to look like a cabin, and rest of the part was to have it look like part of the ground."
He said this proudly and sheepishily. Then the cabin door opened, and there stepped a girl with neatly brown braided hair tied with a pink ribbon.
"My Lord! Welcome back..."
"Uh...yeah thanks."
Vincent had no idea who this woman was...well she was Aeris, but God knows who she was supposed to be in this role play. But as he studied her, she seemed older than him. She was wrapped around in dark fushia cloak, and her hood was thrown back by her ivory hand. Her grassy green eyes sparkled with tears.
"Can't you even say hi to your mother, Osion!?"
He was struck dumbfounded. It was so awkward having Aeris-she was killed also- as his mom. He was probably older than her in real life. She ran to him and embraced him. He awkwardly put his arms around her and patted her back gently. He retracted quickly and looked at her. She seemed to be disappointed.
"If you did not wanted to be a king, you should have told us. Your brother could always have been a king. He's a king now, since your father died. Your fiance is worried sick about you!! Luckily she's boarded on this ship. Come come, my Lord..lets go celebrate this with Rosabella."
He flinched. A fiance named Rosabella? Now who can THAT be? As he walked along the long corridor of the airship, Iris stopped in the middle.
"I'll let you be, My Lord."
"...But..."
"I think you need some time with her."
Then Vincent understood that Iris knew something. But he wouldn't force it out of her. He nodded solemnly and followed his so called "mother". Soon they stopped. Mother knocked gently on the door.
"Who might that be?"
"It is me, Jane Pourrie Quet the 4th with her son, Osion."
"...!"
"May we go in, my Lady?"
". . ."
"My Lady?"
"Come in, please."
Vincent thought the voice was vey familiar and soothing. Pourrie grasped the doorknob as if it was the only hope out of the despair, and pushed it open gently. His curiosity was killing him, and he wanted to see his "fiance" with his own trusty crimson eyes. But when he realized who was sitting down calmly on her bed, he almost yelled out her name. The name that he wanted most. The one that had always lingered on his tongue forever. The name he tried to forget over ten years even in his deep nightmares. She smoothed her white rose petal dress and lifted her head. Her blue ocean eyes met his burning fire eyes. She smiled as a slight blush appeared in her cheek. Lucretia. My sweet precious Lucretia... Finally able to hold her once more...My dear beloved Lucretia...