Disclaimer: I do not own the character Freya or Final Fantasy IX in any way or shape. I do however own Xilas Iliamet, Uncle Cornelius Crescent, the Air Pirates and everything about them, so ask me if you want to use any of them. Read this story if you will, or don't if you don't want to. This is chapter 2 of the series. Please R& R (Read & Review)
Written by Bahamut-dragon
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What You Wish For
Chapter 2
As the airship glided through the air Freya ran over the translation from her Uncle Cornelius. The first lines made sense but when it got to the judging she became lost.
Into the forest you must go to where the Great Warrior stands ever vigilant. Stand and be judged before him, and only the worthy will be able to see my power, she said over to herself, what can it mean?
A loud crash and a shudder bought her to her senses as she span around to see a large airship coming alongside their smaller ship.
"I don't know where they came from," Zidane shouted from where he was at the helm, "it was like they came from nowhere." Freya ran towards the cabin/helm and caught her spear as Zidane threw it to her through the open door. Zidane himself appeared, holding his daggers and short sword ready, as grappling hooks flew from the opposing airship to theirs. Various men began zipping across the lines and began to fill up the deck. There were mostly men there, but the two could see a few Burmecians thrown in amongst them. They were all bandits by the looks of them, wearing rag-tag clothes and bits of armour, and they brandished various weapons of all makes and origins. The boarders did not move towards them at all and the two groups faced off at each other.
"What have we got here?" came a voice from behind the group. As they parted, a tall, bearded man strode forwards and spoke again, "drop your weapons."
"Like hell…" Zidane started.
"Do as he says Zidane, we are outnumbered at least ten to one, we couldn't survive," Freya said to him, dropping her spear to the ground. Zidane cursed under his breath and dropped his own weapons on the deck. Two men came forward and gathered up the weapons.
"My name is Mordrey Farlow," the tall man said.
"I've heard of you," Zidane said, "the Air Pirates."
"My reputation precedes me," said Farlow, "but the question is who are you?"
"The name's Zidane, and don't you forget it," said Zidane.
"And I am Freya Crescent, dragon knight of Burmecia," Freya said.
"And I have heard of you both," Farlow said with a smile, "you know, we'd get a huge ransom for you." Then men behind him all acknowledged that. "But this gets me wondering what famous people like you are doing out here in such a small ship?"
"Looking at the clouds," Zidane said with a cocky grin on his face.
"I see," the big pirate said, "search them," he said to his men. Four of the group came forward, three men and a Burmecian. Two men held the captive's hands behind their backs as the others searched them. The Burmecian looked at Freya with a grin on his face as he rolled up his sleeve, then he put his arm inside her coat, feeling about. He stopped suddenly.
"Sir, I think I got something," the rat said, pulling out the scroll. Zidane and Freya looked at each other. The rat opened the scroll, looked at it, then handed it to Mordrey. "It's written in Burmecian sir," the rat said again.
"What does it say?" Mordrey said, walking up to Freya.
"I don't know," she said, an air of aggression in her voice.
"Don't lie to me," he said, raising his fist up, as if to hit her.
"Wait sir," the Burmecian spoke up again,
"What is it?" Mordrey said.
"She's telling the truth, it's written in ancient Burmecian, I doubt anyone could read it," came the reply.
"I see," Mordrey sounded disappointed, "then I have no further need of this." He turned and flung the scroll over the ship's side where it fell from the sky. Zidane tried to surge forward, but was held back.
"Toss 'em in the prison and latch their ship to the side," said Mordrey, turning back to his ship. A cheer went up and Zidane and Freya were hoisted up and carried across to the other ship where they were chained up in separate cells below decks.
To Be Continued
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