IV: The Kindness of a Stranger
It was early in the morning, shortly after dawn. Luca was still quiet, but in a few hours, the bustling city would be crawling with tourists and merchants. Tidus lie asleep on the wet sand… he was still dreaming of Yuna.
An elderly man sat on a chocobo, and rode down the deserted beach to Luca, his grandson walking beside him. He was a retired merchant, and his grandson Zalitz ran his business now. Sometimes he would go with Zalitz to Luca because he loved seeing all the different kinds of people who gathered at the famous city.
They continued down the beach as they did every day, watching the bright pink and orange sunrise. Zalitz enjoyed this peaceful time before a hard day of work. As the two continued on, Zalitz saw something up above and ran ahead to investigate. "Grandpa! There's someone lying in the sand! He's not moving... he's breathing. He's alive." Zalitz shook the shoulder of the sleeping young man to wake him, but he was so tired that he didn't even stir.
The frail old man climbed off of the chocobo to help his young grandson. "Let's take him home, son." The two men labored to get Tidus onto the chocobo. They draped him across the saddle, but even with all the tossing and turning, he still didn't wake.
The old man and his grandson lived in a small wooden cabin on the very end of the beach. It was just the two of them there, Zalitz and his grandpa, Flitt. Flitt's wife and his daughter, Zalitz's mother, were killed by sin years ago.
When they arrived at the quaint little cabin, they took the blonde-haired stranger inside. They laid him on Zalitz's bed and put two pillows under his head. "Zalitz, son, go get him some dry clothes. He looks to be your size." They dressed him in a white cotton shirt with a deep v-neck and simple black shorts. Zalitz folded the wet and tattered clothing and put them in a bag beside the bed. The dry clothes fit perfectly. Zalitz was younger than Tidus, but big for his age.
Zalitz ran his fingers through his short auburn hair, as his curious blue eyes watched their guest sleeping. He examined an odd silver pendant resting on the visitor's chest. 'I wonder who he is... he looks very important.'
"Come, Zalitz, we'll let him rest." The two men left the room pulling the curtain closed behind them.
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Darcee :)
It was early in the morning, shortly after dawn. Luca was still quiet, but in a few hours, the bustling city would be crawling with tourists and merchants. Tidus lie asleep on the wet sand… he was still dreaming of Yuna.
An elderly man sat on a chocobo, and rode down the deserted beach to Luca, his grandson walking beside him. He was a retired merchant, and his grandson Zalitz ran his business now. Sometimes he would go with Zalitz to Luca because he loved seeing all the different kinds of people who gathered at the famous city.
They continued down the beach as they did every day, watching the bright pink and orange sunrise. Zalitz enjoyed this peaceful time before a hard day of work. As the two continued on, Zalitz saw something up above and ran ahead to investigate. "Grandpa! There's someone lying in the sand! He's not moving... he's breathing. He's alive." Zalitz shook the shoulder of the sleeping young man to wake him, but he was so tired that he didn't even stir.
The frail old man climbed off of the chocobo to help his young grandson. "Let's take him home, son." The two men labored to get Tidus onto the chocobo. They draped him across the saddle, but even with all the tossing and turning, he still didn't wake.
The old man and his grandson lived in a small wooden cabin on the very end of the beach. It was just the two of them there, Zalitz and his grandpa, Flitt. Flitt's wife and his daughter, Zalitz's mother, were killed by sin years ago.
When they arrived at the quaint little cabin, they took the blonde-haired stranger inside. They laid him on Zalitz's bed and put two pillows under his head. "Zalitz, son, go get him some dry clothes. He looks to be your size." They dressed him in a white cotton shirt with a deep v-neck and simple black shorts. Zalitz folded the wet and tattered clothing and put them in a bag beside the bed. The dry clothes fit perfectly. Zalitz was younger than Tidus, but big for his age.
Zalitz ran his fingers through his short auburn hair, as his curious blue eyes watched their guest sleeping. He examined an odd silver pendant resting on the visitor's chest. 'I wonder who he is... he looks very important.'
"Come, Zalitz, we'll let him rest." The two men left the room pulling the curtain closed behind them.
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Darcee :)