Disclaimer: I do not own the character Freya, Zidane 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 4 of the series. Please R& R (Read & Review)
Written by Bahamut-dragon
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What You Wish For
Chapter 5
As Freya and Zidane stared into the eyes of Mordrey there was a blinding flash of light that caused the trio to cover their eyes. When they opened them again however they found that they were now standing in a dim cave, in front of a wooden door. Not sure what to do they stood their, motionless. Finally Freya decided to act, and she stepped up to the door and knocked on it. As she did, the door swung slowly open and she peered inside to see a well lit, furnished, cosy room.
"Freya," said Zidane, "what about Mordrey?"
"It's ok, he was spared for a reason," she replied, "he comes." Zidane reluctantly nodded and followed Freya as she entered the room. After a few moments Mordrey also followed them, closing the door behind him. No sooner had the door shut then a rat walked into the room from another door apposite the trio.
"Ah, Zidane Tribal, Freya Crescent, Mordrey Farlow, you've arrived. Good," the rat said, smiling at them.
"Xilas Iliamet?" Freya asked.
"Oh my no, I'm his assistant, Miko. Now, make yourselves at home, my master will be with you shortly," the rat replied. Then he turned about and walked back out of the door. Zidane shrugged, and sat on an armchair, placing his feet on a table, Mordrey also sat down on a couch. Freya however did not sit; she slowly walked around the room looking at the various items that adorned the mantelpieces and walls.
Amazing, she said to herself as she walked, this is unbelievable. She stopped at a small bookshelf and looked at it before removing one book and opening it. What she saw made her gasp.
"Lovely isn't it?" came a voice from the doorway that Miko had left by. Everyone looked over to see a rat, not much older than them, who was wearing a whit shirt with grey trousers and a pair of spectacles adorned his face.
"This is the history of Burmecia from when the city was first built. These were thought lost ages ago," Freya said.
"Not lost, simply better looked after," replied the rat, "but I doubt you are here to discuss my book collection."
"No."
"I know why you are here, and who you are. My name is Xilas Iliamet," the rat said, bowing slightly, "and you have come to ask of my power." By this time everyone was standing, Freya had put the book back and now knelt in front of him. "Rise Miss Crescent, there is no need for such formalities here. It is nice to talk to a Dragon Knight once more, it has been a long time."
"May I ask why you left to begin with, the city has needed your power," Freya said, rising from the ground.
"The city was never ready for my power, the world was never ready. I knew that if I stayed my power would be used for evil. I will return only when everyone is ready for me, but that will not be for a long time yet."
"You said you were expecting us, and how do you know our names?" Zidane butted in.
"Ah, Mr. Tribal, the thief. Well, you should know that if I can grant people their dreams, I should be able to see the future," Xilas replied. "Mr. Farlow?"
"Yes," Mordrey replied.
"I know why you are here too, and it is a noble thing you wish, your heart is pure, though it has been touched by darkness since that fateful evening. Now follow me," Xilas said, "we should not dawdle, there are dreams to come true. Only one of you may come at a time, Mr. Farlow, you will be first." And with that Xilas left the room, Mordrey close behind him.
TO BE CONTINUED
Well, that's chapter 5 of the story. Next, the wishes, but not everything is at it seems. Watch this space for the next exciting chapter. Please Read and Review this story, or you can e-mail me with ideas or requests at bahamut_dragon_guardian@yahoo.co.uk
