Chapter Four
The missing piece
His steps were heavy as he trod the greenish and unfamiliar pathways before him. All was quiet and the air seemed heavy. The glimmer of lights, an illuminated city couched secretively in the trees, caught his eye as he walked. Those lights ... There was so many ... There were too many, but they were familiar. Something familiar at last. It eased his heart, which felt unreasonably troubled, almost leaden in his breast. One foot eased in front of the other as he leaned upon his staff. He was uncertain how it had come to be in his hand again. He had laid it aside ... Or had he? The grip seemed warm from the moment his hand closed upon it. When had that happened? He was unsure.
He lifted his eyes as he approached an archway of aged and venerable trees, luminescent and sleepy, shrouded in a veil of mystery. The path beneath the arch led him into a great rotunda that seemed to be the very bole of a living and ancient tree. He halted his steps and looked around in awe.
"I ... knew this place ... once." he whispered aloud as a breeze caused his robes to rustle about him.
In the quiet of that morning, the sound of light running footsteps reached his listening ears.
Presently two figures came into view. They were tall beings who ran with steps both graceful and shuffling. Their hair was mossy green, much like the light that fell about them all, and they seemed not to be of the race of Men.
"Hold!" called one of the pair. "What business have you in Guadosalam, Yevonite?" he questioned, knowing the intruder by his garments to be a stranger and follower of Yevon.
"I ... do not know. It is a strange thing. Were you to ask me my name or where I come from, I should be answerless as well." he told them.
"Wait! Me thinks that I have his visage seen in the accursed Temple of Macalania wherein our last lord was slain! He is the one they called High Summoner Braska!" exclaimed the second Guado after studying him for a moment.
"Yes, I believe that was my name." nodded Lord Braska thoughtfully as he leaned wearily upon his summoning staff.
"This will be glad tidings for Lord Nav! He has long sought some sure advantage against that murdering Yevonite wench!" said the first Guado, reaching to grab Braska by the arm.
"Stay! Let us not act hastily! First, we take his staff." said the Guado who had identified him, snatching the prop from Braska's hand with cruel force.
"I beg of you!" gasped Braska, sinking to his knees.
"Yes, you will beg of us before this all over, and your daughter as well!"
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A/N: I tried revamping the summary. Maybe more people will read and review? Oh, and I know this one is short. I really wanted it to be its own chapter ... It just made sense to me. But don't let that stop anyone from calling it short.
The missing piece
His steps were heavy as he trod the greenish and unfamiliar pathways before him. All was quiet and the air seemed heavy. The glimmer of lights, an illuminated city couched secretively in the trees, caught his eye as he walked. Those lights ... There was so many ... There were too many, but they were familiar. Something familiar at last. It eased his heart, which felt unreasonably troubled, almost leaden in his breast. One foot eased in front of the other as he leaned upon his staff. He was uncertain how it had come to be in his hand again. He had laid it aside ... Or had he? The grip seemed warm from the moment his hand closed upon it. When had that happened? He was unsure.
He lifted his eyes as he approached an archway of aged and venerable trees, luminescent and sleepy, shrouded in a veil of mystery. The path beneath the arch led him into a great rotunda that seemed to be the very bole of a living and ancient tree. He halted his steps and looked around in awe.
"I ... knew this place ... once." he whispered aloud as a breeze caused his robes to rustle about him.
In the quiet of that morning, the sound of light running footsteps reached his listening ears.
Presently two figures came into view. They were tall beings who ran with steps both graceful and shuffling. Their hair was mossy green, much like the light that fell about them all, and they seemed not to be of the race of Men.
"Hold!" called one of the pair. "What business have you in Guadosalam, Yevonite?" he questioned, knowing the intruder by his garments to be a stranger and follower of Yevon.
"I ... do not know. It is a strange thing. Were you to ask me my name or where I come from, I should be answerless as well." he told them.
"Wait! Me thinks that I have his visage seen in the accursed Temple of Macalania wherein our last lord was slain! He is the one they called High Summoner Braska!" exclaimed the second Guado after studying him for a moment.
"Yes, I believe that was my name." nodded Lord Braska thoughtfully as he leaned wearily upon his summoning staff.
"This will be glad tidings for Lord Nav! He has long sought some sure advantage against that murdering Yevonite wench!" said the first Guado, reaching to grab Braska by the arm.
"Stay! Let us not act hastily! First, we take his staff." said the Guado who had identified him, snatching the prop from Braska's hand with cruel force.
"I beg of you!" gasped Braska, sinking to his knees.
"Yes, you will beg of us before this all over, and your daughter as well!"
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A/N: I tried revamping the summary. Maybe more people will read and review? Oh, and I know this one is short. I really wanted it to be its own chapter ... It just made sense to me. But don't let that stop anyone from calling it short.
