Chapter Fourteen: Old friends
As Pietro entered through the heavily-guarded gates of Bevelle, he gasped at the breath-taking sights that surrounded him. The majestic city's skyline was dominated by buildings that seemed to reach for the heavens. Small parks and tree-lined streets were sporadically placed to add some color to the dull and lifeless white and gray towers that were the norm for the metropolis.
Children could be seen playing in the parks with their parents while laughing as only they could. The families that were gathered enjoyed the closeness that they possessed, never fearing that it could all be taken away at any given moment. Pietro knew this to be true, yet he didn't dare voice his thoughts. He didn't want to upset the peaceful atmosphere.
Pietro walked down the avenues and took in the sights of young lovers shopping together. One pair had stopped in front of a window, looking over the jewel-laden rings that were on display. The two whispered and giggled to each other as they pointed at the beautiful rings. The young woman did not notice that her companion had slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and produced a tiny box. When he placed his treasure before her view, she gasped and started to cry tears of joys. Pietro could not help but feel happy for the man.
Wherever he turned, he saw the happiness that was radiating from the citizens. He smiled to himself, feeling the emotions that he thought lost take control of his body. He couldn't help it, the joy was addicting and soothing.
He continued down the streets in search of an inn. He passed many houses along his way, hearing the banter that traveled through the windows. The families were just starting to sit down for dinner and talking amongst themselves. For the most part, the news was about the upcoming nuptials of the Maester Seymour and the Summoner Yuna. The entire city was in an uproar about the good news, they talked of the joyous mood that would eventually spread across the land of Spira.
"It is like they have no fear of Sin or of his attacks. Do they live such a sheltered life, that they do not know of his recent activities?" Pietro asked himself. The question ran in his head as he marched through the crowded streets. He kept glancing to his left and right in search of a place to rest, when he saw an illuminated sign up ahead. He quickly walked to the beacon and saw that the place was a hotel, so he entered.
He entered through the open door and made his way to the reception desk. "Hello, can I help you, sir?" the clerk asked the man, looking up from his paperwork strewn about the desk. "Or should I say sirs?"
Pietro turned his head to see the person behind him. He was surprised to find a stout man with a blue vest standing behind him. "O'aka, is that you?"
"Certainly is, my kind man. I was wondering if I would ever see you again, and here you are," O'aka stated to his old friend. "Do you have any rooms available?" the man asked, turning his head to the receptionist.
"I shall check, if you give me a minute. We are rather packed at the moment, due to the upcoming ceremony," the young gentleman standing behind the desk said.
"What are you doing here, Pietro? Are you here to take in the wedding or is it of a more personal matter?" O'aka inquired.
"It is a little of both. I determined what it is that I must live for, and I hope to find her here. She's been called to bear witness to the wedding, so there may be a chance that I could see her. And you, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you couldn't turn down the chance to watch the glorious matrimony of two people?" Pietro said to his companion.
"You are correct in the fact that I couldn't turn down the opportunity, but your reasoning is wrong. I came here to sell my merchandise. When this many people are gathered in one place, I'm bound to make a profit," the man answered.
"Still looking to make money, eh? Well good luck to you," Pietro told his friend. He had noticed that the clerk had finished his task and was waiting to tell the two men the information he had collected.
"I do have one room left and it has two beds. I wondered if you two men would like to share it, since you seem to be close," the clerk said.
"Sure, why not? This way you can tell me about your trip. How much for the room?" O'aka asked the man.
"It will be five hundred gil for the night."
"Don't worry, Pietro, I'll take care of it," O'aka whispered when he noticed Pietro going to his wallet. "Here you go, lad."
"Thank you, sir. Here is your key and your room number is 325. Have a good night," the receptionist told the two men.
"Thank you," Pietro said to the clerk taking the key in hand. The two men climbed the stairs to their room talking the entire way. Pietro was already telling of his adventures to his roommate.
They were soon at their door. "Really, you got hit by lightning and survived. That's amazing!" O'aka told his friend. "How did that happen?"
"The shield you gave me protected me. I thank you for that gift," Pietro said as he closed the door. The rest of the night, anyone who walked past the door could hear laughter come from behind it as the two men reminisced.
To be continued…
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A/N: What can I say, O'aka is back for a little bit. Pietro will be running into some of the characters he met previously in the next storyarc. Don't be surprised to see some familiar faces, okay. As much I hate to admit it, there will be one chapter to this story. Argh, my brain's starting to hurt thinking how to end this one. Where's the aspirin?
On another note, the reason behind the wait for the continuation of the story is the fact that I will not post a chapter thirteen without a chapter fourteen. You know, bad luck and all (even though 13 is on of my lucky numbers).
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As Pietro entered through the heavily-guarded gates of Bevelle, he gasped at the breath-taking sights that surrounded him. The majestic city's skyline was dominated by buildings that seemed to reach for the heavens. Small parks and tree-lined streets were sporadically placed to add some color to the dull and lifeless white and gray towers that were the norm for the metropolis.
Children could be seen playing in the parks with their parents while laughing as only they could. The families that were gathered enjoyed the closeness that they possessed, never fearing that it could all be taken away at any given moment. Pietro knew this to be true, yet he didn't dare voice his thoughts. He didn't want to upset the peaceful atmosphere.
Pietro walked down the avenues and took in the sights of young lovers shopping together. One pair had stopped in front of a window, looking over the jewel-laden rings that were on display. The two whispered and giggled to each other as they pointed at the beautiful rings. The young woman did not notice that her companion had slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and produced a tiny box. When he placed his treasure before her view, she gasped and started to cry tears of joys. Pietro could not help but feel happy for the man.
Wherever he turned, he saw the happiness that was radiating from the citizens. He smiled to himself, feeling the emotions that he thought lost take control of his body. He couldn't help it, the joy was addicting and soothing.
He continued down the streets in search of an inn. He passed many houses along his way, hearing the banter that traveled through the windows. The families were just starting to sit down for dinner and talking amongst themselves. For the most part, the news was about the upcoming nuptials of the Maester Seymour and the Summoner Yuna. The entire city was in an uproar about the good news, they talked of the joyous mood that would eventually spread across the land of Spira.
"It is like they have no fear of Sin or of his attacks. Do they live such a sheltered life, that they do not know of his recent activities?" Pietro asked himself. The question ran in his head as he marched through the crowded streets. He kept glancing to his left and right in search of a place to rest, when he saw an illuminated sign up ahead. He quickly walked to the beacon and saw that the place was a hotel, so he entered.
He entered through the open door and made his way to the reception desk. "Hello, can I help you, sir?" the clerk asked the man, looking up from his paperwork strewn about the desk. "Or should I say sirs?"
Pietro turned his head to see the person behind him. He was surprised to find a stout man with a blue vest standing behind him. "O'aka, is that you?"
"Certainly is, my kind man. I was wondering if I would ever see you again, and here you are," O'aka stated to his old friend. "Do you have any rooms available?" the man asked, turning his head to the receptionist.
"I shall check, if you give me a minute. We are rather packed at the moment, due to the upcoming ceremony," the young gentleman standing behind the desk said.
"What are you doing here, Pietro? Are you here to take in the wedding or is it of a more personal matter?" O'aka inquired.
"It is a little of both. I determined what it is that I must live for, and I hope to find her here. She's been called to bear witness to the wedding, so there may be a chance that I could see her. And you, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you couldn't turn down the chance to watch the glorious matrimony of two people?" Pietro said to his companion.
"You are correct in the fact that I couldn't turn down the opportunity, but your reasoning is wrong. I came here to sell my merchandise. When this many people are gathered in one place, I'm bound to make a profit," the man answered.
"Still looking to make money, eh? Well good luck to you," Pietro told his friend. He had noticed that the clerk had finished his task and was waiting to tell the two men the information he had collected.
"I do have one room left and it has two beds. I wondered if you two men would like to share it, since you seem to be close," the clerk said.
"Sure, why not? This way you can tell me about your trip. How much for the room?" O'aka asked the man.
"It will be five hundred gil for the night."
"Don't worry, Pietro, I'll take care of it," O'aka whispered when he noticed Pietro going to his wallet. "Here you go, lad."
"Thank you, sir. Here is your key and your room number is 325. Have a good night," the receptionist told the two men.
"Thank you," Pietro said to the clerk taking the key in hand. The two men climbed the stairs to their room talking the entire way. Pietro was already telling of his adventures to his roommate.
They were soon at their door. "Really, you got hit by lightning and survived. That's amazing!" O'aka told his friend. "How did that happen?"
"The shield you gave me protected me. I thank you for that gift," Pietro said as he closed the door. The rest of the night, anyone who walked past the door could hear laughter come from behind it as the two men reminisced.
To be continued…
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A/N: What can I say, O'aka is back for a little bit. Pietro will be running into some of the characters he met previously in the next storyarc. Don't be surprised to see some familiar faces, okay. As much I hate to admit it, there will be one chapter to this story. Argh, my brain's starting to hurt thinking how to end this one. Where's the aspirin?
On another note, the reason behind the wait for the continuation of the story is the fact that I will not post a chapter thirteen without a chapter fourteen. You know, bad luck and all (even though 13 is on of my lucky numbers).
.