Remembrance
Fratley felt the sandman's claws tear greedily at his face, causing a massive shock of pain on his forehead.
The pain-loving, flesh-eating monsters had ambushed them some time ago, while Fratley was tending to
Zidane's wounds and Zidane was asleep. The evil creatures had burst out of the sand, spraying the painful
crushed rock into the Burmecian's brown rodent eyes. He had quickly gone into melee mode, bringing up
his razor sharp spear, stabbing one of the gauze-covered, hissing sandmen directly in the heart, bringing a
spray of crimson into the air and ending its worthless life. However, after the beginning bloodshed, the battle
took on a rythym, and became methodical. It was obvious that Fratley was going to be slain by the
unrelenting monsters' attacks, though he figured he could hold out a long time...
But now it was do or die. The decision was to continue fighting and prolong life, then suffer slow death, or take
the daring risk and run for his life.
Fratley chose to run.
The dragoon started running, and as he was moving, slashed his spear against one creature's face, bringing forth
a gush of black, foul blood. He continued running randomly, allowing the bloodthirsty monsters to follow him,
gibbering and howling with insane bloodlust.
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Zidane awoke in the desert once more, thinking that perhaps this catastrophe was all a dream,
that Garnet's beautiful eyes would greet him, and then she would comfort him, tell him it was
just a nightmare...
But the reality of the situation came crashing into Zidane, making the pain on his face from
the stinging sand seem more real than reality itself...
At least I'm not dying, he thought.
But deep in the recesses of his mind, death seemed like a comforting, soothing alternative to
Gaia's surging windstorm of pain and bloodshed.
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"Hmmm." Beatrix said as she examined the dagger on the ground. "I think I remember this dagger.
I've seen Zidane hold it before." Garnet's eyes brightened considerably at this reassuring
news, and she wrapped Beatrix in a tight hug on an impulse. "So you think he was near here?"
"Yes Princess, I believe she was." Garnet smiled, filled with indescribable joy. "Is there any
way to tell which way he's going?" Beatrix frowned and replied "No, there's not... But let's
just head West. There is a small village near there, and knowing Zidane, he's probably there.
Perhaps, no, probably drunk."
After a few hours of searching, Garnet stopped and started crying quietly. Beatrix, noticing
her companion's distress, asked her what was wrong. Garnet simply pointed to the ground in
front of her, and Beatrix too gasped and involuntarily shivered, horrified.
It was a bloodstain.
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Steiner and his "mighty" Pluto Knights, meanwhile, were in quite a bit of trouble. The
ingenious knights, upon finding a huge tree blocking their only passway through a canyon,
attempted to knock it down using their admittedly powerful(and extremely thick-skulled)
heads, instead of using the nearby ledge to simply climb up and climb down on the other
side. After hours of headbanging, and having made dents which, added together in depth,
had a grand total of around two inches, they finally figured out that they should indeed
climb the tree instead of trying to knock it down. Steiner, leading the way, started his
mad climb up the tree. Halfway up he stopped to scratch an insatiable itch and fell down,
crushing his poor companions.
"Hey Hey Heyo!" Old Gummery yelled, throwing bread out to the pigeons and mumbling about
the price of coffee. "Ye old boys, what are ye doing?!"
"We're sitting on the ground in severe pain"
"Oh, oh, oh, yes I see. Well, instead of attempting to climb that there tree, why not just
get on top of the ledge, and then climb back down?"
Steiner lifted his head from beneath the pile. "Absolutely not! Climbing that ledge would
be honorless!"
After hours of arguing, the old, crazy man had finally convinced Steiner that climbing
a ledge was not, indeed, against the ancient tenents of honor, the exhausted men climbed
over the rock and saw in the distance Toppad's Nest, a small village existing in an oasis
amidst the dry desert.
~End~
Okay, I feel good about this chapter, but Microsoft Word has recently stopped working, so I
probably won't be able to type as high-quality because Wordpad doesn't have that lovely
thesaurus. :P However, I like this chapter because it doesn't seem as rushed as the others.
Not sure if I like the lighthearted Steiner bit though...
Fratley felt the sandman's claws tear greedily at his face, causing a massive shock of pain on his forehead.
The pain-loving, flesh-eating monsters had ambushed them some time ago, while Fratley was tending to
Zidane's wounds and Zidane was asleep. The evil creatures had burst out of the sand, spraying the painful
crushed rock into the Burmecian's brown rodent eyes. He had quickly gone into melee mode, bringing up
his razor sharp spear, stabbing one of the gauze-covered, hissing sandmen directly in the heart, bringing a
spray of crimson into the air and ending its worthless life. However, after the beginning bloodshed, the battle
took on a rythym, and became methodical. It was obvious that Fratley was going to be slain by the
unrelenting monsters' attacks, though he figured he could hold out a long time...
But now it was do or die. The decision was to continue fighting and prolong life, then suffer slow death, or take
the daring risk and run for his life.
Fratley chose to run.
The dragoon started running, and as he was moving, slashed his spear against one creature's face, bringing forth
a gush of black, foul blood. He continued running randomly, allowing the bloodthirsty monsters to follow him,
gibbering and howling with insane bloodlust.
---------------------------------------------------
Zidane awoke in the desert once more, thinking that perhaps this catastrophe was all a dream,
that Garnet's beautiful eyes would greet him, and then she would comfort him, tell him it was
just a nightmare...
But the reality of the situation came crashing into Zidane, making the pain on his face from
the stinging sand seem more real than reality itself...
At least I'm not dying, he thought.
But deep in the recesses of his mind, death seemed like a comforting, soothing alternative to
Gaia's surging windstorm of pain and bloodshed.
----------------------------------------------------
"Hmmm." Beatrix said as she examined the dagger on the ground. "I think I remember this dagger.
I've seen Zidane hold it before." Garnet's eyes brightened considerably at this reassuring
news, and she wrapped Beatrix in a tight hug on an impulse. "So you think he was near here?"
"Yes Princess, I believe she was." Garnet smiled, filled with indescribable joy. "Is there any
way to tell which way he's going?" Beatrix frowned and replied "No, there's not... But let's
just head West. There is a small village near there, and knowing Zidane, he's probably there.
Perhaps, no, probably drunk."
After a few hours of searching, Garnet stopped and started crying quietly. Beatrix, noticing
her companion's distress, asked her what was wrong. Garnet simply pointed to the ground in
front of her, and Beatrix too gasped and involuntarily shivered, horrified.
It was a bloodstain.
-----------------------------------------------------
Steiner and his "mighty" Pluto Knights, meanwhile, were in quite a bit of trouble. The
ingenious knights, upon finding a huge tree blocking their only passway through a canyon,
attempted to knock it down using their admittedly powerful(and extremely thick-skulled)
heads, instead of using the nearby ledge to simply climb up and climb down on the other
side. After hours of headbanging, and having made dents which, added together in depth,
had a grand total of around two inches, they finally figured out that they should indeed
climb the tree instead of trying to knock it down. Steiner, leading the way, started his
mad climb up the tree. Halfway up he stopped to scratch an insatiable itch and fell down,
crushing his poor companions.
"Hey Hey Heyo!" Old Gummery yelled, throwing bread out to the pigeons and mumbling about
the price of coffee. "Ye old boys, what are ye doing?!"
"We're sitting on the ground in severe pain"
"Oh, oh, oh, yes I see. Well, instead of attempting to climb that there tree, why not just
get on top of the ledge, and then climb back down?"
Steiner lifted his head from beneath the pile. "Absolutely not! Climbing that ledge would
be honorless!"
After hours of arguing, the old, crazy man had finally convinced Steiner that climbing
a ledge was not, indeed, against the ancient tenents of honor, the exhausted men climbed
over the rock and saw in the distance Toppad's Nest, a small village existing in an oasis
amidst the dry desert.
~End~
Okay, I feel good about this chapter, but Microsoft Word has recently stopped working, so I
probably won't be able to type as high-quality because Wordpad doesn't have that lovely
thesaurus. :P However, I like this chapter because it doesn't seem as rushed as the others.
Not sure if I like the lighthearted Steiner bit though...