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Linoa carefully closed the door of the cosy house where she, her parents and brother lived. Zack had started his studies at Garden, but she was to stay home. Her father, Zell Dincht held quite a high rank as a SeeD but he would never tell her much about his work as a SeeD.br
Even though her mother, Annika had studied in Garden herself and still worked there, her parents had decided that it was better for her to stay at home.
"It's a very hard training, dear", they had said when she had tried to talk them into letting her go, "it's nothing for a girl like you".
They wouldn't budge...in fact they just repeated what they had always told her...
That she wasn't to come near Balamb Garden...whatever the reason, they forbade it.
Linoa didn't know why...but had learned long ago that there were certain things she wasn't supposed to ask her parents. So she contented herself with walking in the forests that surrounded their pretty cottage.
With her parents away, working at Balamb Garden and her brother studying there, Linoa was often alone.
So she would take her flute and play it for the forest creatures, even the monsters seemed to quiet down after hearing the dramatic tunes coming from her precious instrument.
Linoa was a very gifted child and keen to learn as she was, she had already mastered the skills needed to play various instruments with great skill.
She often played tunes that "just came out of her head" as she would put it herself.
But this worried her parents, because these tunes were often full of sorrow and regret, how could a six-year-old girl know of these feelings.
Linoa was a strange child, wise beyond her years and very silent. She loved her parents very much but the only time she seemed to open up was when she playing her flute or when she was with her brother. She had never left the area around cottage, and had never seen anyone besides her brother or her parents. Her mother taught her at home, and Linoa often studied by her self, curious to find out more about the how's and why's of the world.
When she entered the forest she put the flute to her lips and began playing.
While she played, she walked towards a fallen tree, covered with soft grass. The tree hung over the little stream, as a primitive bridge.
It was her favourite spot.
She could sit there for hours, playing her flute, and letting her feet soak in the nice cool water.
If her parents would know of it, they would forbid it immediately so she never told them she went that deep into the forest. Besides the monsters did not harm her when she played her flute, so it was safe enough.
Linoa sat down and briefly stopped playing to take off her shoes. She carefully put her feel into the water and continued playing, forgetting all that was around her, playing her flute. Here she could forget her loneliness.
Chocobos, moombas, birds and moogles gathered on the sides of the creek, listening to her songs, but Linoa didn't notice and just played her flute.
Siro slowly walked down one of the various forest paths.
He knew his mother would be cross with him for going off by himself again, she was very proud of him, over-protective maybe but then again she loved him so much. His mother had a lot of love to give, but as his father was often away, busy working, she used all her love for him, Siro. But like his father, Siro often needed some quiet time to himself.
And why did people expect so much of him, he hated it!
But what was this? Siro looked around, he listened more closely to be sure...no, his ears hadn't deceived him...he could still hear the music, a beautiful mysterious sound.
He followed the music.
After a while, he came to a stream...and there a bit further up the stream...was...
A girl.
Siro looked more closely, she had to be around his age...
The girl sat there so peaceful, the bit of sun that managed to squeak through the branches of the tall trees reflecting in the water making the scene seem magical and unearthly.
But the girl with her pale face and raven hair seemed unaware of this, eyes closed she was a picture of serenity.
Siro could have kept standing there for hours but suddenly something hard hit his head. He lost his balance and with a yell he fell into the icy cold water.
He sat there; clothes soaked, and saw what had caused him to fall, a kupo nut. A moogle was hovering over him now, looking quite pleased with itself.
The girl had stopped playing and was looking at him with large eyes.
The she jumped in the cold water herself and waded towards him, followed by the animals that had surrounded her while she had been playing.
She hesitated...but then held out her hand.
"Are you alright?", she asked in a clear and sweet voice.
He took her hand and got up, dripping wet, his face flushed.
The girl took a step back and studied him, then she looked at the moogle.
"Bad moogle!", she mock scolded the white rascal.
The moogle let his ears hang and took place on her shoulder.
"But he was spying on you, kupo ", said the moogle in his defence.
The girl giggled, "that's no reason to bombard him with kupo nuts, mog"
Siro would have liked to fall down a hole right then and there...he the son of Squall Leonhart, defeated by a moogle ?! He looked at his feet.
The girl bend over a bit so she could still look him in his eyes, she smiled.
"Are you alright?", she asked again.
He nodded.
"Good"
The stared at each other for a moment, without speaking.
"I'm Siro", he said a bit stiff and put out his hand. She briefly shook it, and gestured towards the moogle on her shoulder. "This is Mog"
"Will you be alright by yourself?", she asked
Siro felt his face redden, he felt offended, why wouldn't he be? He could take care of himself. He looked around, expecting to see familiar surroundings but as he didn't see any, he realised that he was lost. Any other six-year-old would probably have begun crying but not Siro.
"I...think I'm lost."
The girl nodded
"You're from Garden, right?", she said, looking at his uniform.
"Yeah"
`I'm not supposed to come near Garden', thought Linoa, ` but I can't just leave him like that'
She thought about it for a minute and then pointed to a small unclear track.
"It's that way" She started walking towards it, knowing the boy would follow.
Linoa didn't come to this part of the woods often since it was quite close to Balamb Garden. And because it was so close to Balamb Garden there were more monsters there, and even though she was only six, she was too wise to tempt fate.
She figured that the boy would know how to find his way once they reached the clearing in the woods nearest to Garden. There she could go home...
She looked over her shoulder...
"If we get around this corner, you..."she froze mid-sentence
"LOOK OUT SIRO !!!!!" yelled Linoa, pointing at the monster that had appeared behind her newfound friend.
Siro dived to the right just in time to escape being kicked by the monster.
It was a beautiful monster, well in a way...
He could recognize it from his textbook from class. An ambdusias, a demon unicorn. A mystery monster, since not much was known about it...Its silvery blue skin shone bright and it reared up in anger.
The ambdusias flapped its large wings, creating a gust of wind.
Siro got sand in his eyes...he couldn't see, he was helpless!
Instinctively he reached for his gunblade; but it wouldn't do him much good if he couldn't see.
He felt the girl take place besides him while he tried to wipe the sand out of his eyes.
At least now he could see his enemy although his vision was still blurred.
His first real monster...and there was no one to help him if he couldn't handle it...but then he never depended on anyone...right?
He lashed out at the creature with his gunblade, rupturing its delicate skin...
The ambdusias cried out in pain, and dashed after Siro hurting him with its horn.
Siro grimaced and grabbed his shoulder where the blue horn had torn his skin.
Linoa frowned and concentrated, she cast a ` cure' spell, healing Siro's wound.
Siro dashed forward again, but less successful this time. He only caused a little scratch. The ambdusias decided to follow up and charged at the little boy.
But Linoa jumped forward and hit the creature on its horn with her flute.
The creature now turned its attention to the little girl instead. Siro saw his opportunity and took it. He charged forward and tore the delicate flesh on the creature's flank.
The creature chased after him, kicking him badly, but again Linoa healed him with a cure spell. Again he managed to wound the creature, but it didn't seem to be enough to defeat it.
Then Linoa began playing her flute, both Siro and the ambdusias stopped their fight and listened to the soothing tones.
The creature stood quiet when the girl walked up too him and let her pat him.
To Siro's surprise she cast a cure spell on the creature too.
Suddenly they could hear people...Linoa looked at Siro with a somewhat sad but decisive look and pressed something in his hands.
She then jumped on the now tame ambdusias, mouthed a silent goodbye to him and rode off.
Only seconds later, Siro was found by people of Garden who had been alarmed by the sounds of the fight.
Unsure if she had been real he looked at the object he was holding in his hands...
It was a worn wooden flute...
******
Disclaimer: all characters besides my own silly ones belong to square soft, in fact they can have mine too =P, if they would ever want them I'd be honoured
This fic already done...I'm just posting it in pieces, please read and review
No flaming please
Linoa carefully closed the door of the cosy house where she, her parents and brother lived. Zack had started his studies at Garden, but she was to stay home. Her father, Zell Dincht held quite a high rank as a SeeD but he would never tell her much about his work as a SeeD.br
Even though her mother, Annika had studied in Garden herself and still worked there, her parents had decided that it was better for her to stay at home.
"It's a very hard training, dear", they had said when she had tried to talk them into letting her go, "it's nothing for a girl like you".
They wouldn't budge...in fact they just repeated what they had always told her...
That she wasn't to come near Balamb Garden...whatever the reason, they forbade it.
Linoa didn't know why...but had learned long ago that there were certain things she wasn't supposed to ask her parents. So she contented herself with walking in the forests that surrounded their pretty cottage.
With her parents away, working at Balamb Garden and her brother studying there, Linoa was often alone.
So she would take her flute and play it for the forest creatures, even the monsters seemed to quiet down after hearing the dramatic tunes coming from her precious instrument.
Linoa was a very gifted child and keen to learn as she was, she had already mastered the skills needed to play various instruments with great skill.
She often played tunes that "just came out of her head" as she would put it herself.
But this worried her parents, because these tunes were often full of sorrow and regret, how could a six-year-old girl know of these feelings.
Linoa was a strange child, wise beyond her years and very silent. She loved her parents very much but the only time she seemed to open up was when she playing her flute or when she was with her brother. She had never left the area around cottage, and had never seen anyone besides her brother or her parents. Her mother taught her at home, and Linoa often studied by her self, curious to find out more about the how's and why's of the world.
When she entered the forest she put the flute to her lips and began playing.
While she played, she walked towards a fallen tree, covered with soft grass. The tree hung over the little stream, as a primitive bridge.
It was her favourite spot.
She could sit there for hours, playing her flute, and letting her feet soak in the nice cool water.
If her parents would know of it, they would forbid it immediately so she never told them she went that deep into the forest. Besides the monsters did not harm her when she played her flute, so it was safe enough.
Linoa sat down and briefly stopped playing to take off her shoes. She carefully put her feel into the water and continued playing, forgetting all that was around her, playing her flute. Here she could forget her loneliness.
Chocobos, moombas, birds and moogles gathered on the sides of the creek, listening to her songs, but Linoa didn't notice and just played her flute.
Siro slowly walked down one of the various forest paths.
He knew his mother would be cross with him for going off by himself again, she was very proud of him, over-protective maybe but then again she loved him so much. His mother had a lot of love to give, but as his father was often away, busy working, she used all her love for him, Siro. But like his father, Siro often needed some quiet time to himself.
And why did people expect so much of him, he hated it!
But what was this? Siro looked around, he listened more closely to be sure...no, his ears hadn't deceived him...he could still hear the music, a beautiful mysterious sound.
He followed the music.
After a while, he came to a stream...and there a bit further up the stream...was...
A girl.
Siro looked more closely, she had to be around his age...
The girl sat there so peaceful, the bit of sun that managed to squeak through the branches of the tall trees reflecting in the water making the scene seem magical and unearthly.
But the girl with her pale face and raven hair seemed unaware of this, eyes closed she was a picture of serenity.
Siro could have kept standing there for hours but suddenly something hard hit his head. He lost his balance and with a yell he fell into the icy cold water.
He sat there; clothes soaked, and saw what had caused him to fall, a kupo nut. A moogle was hovering over him now, looking quite pleased with itself.
The girl had stopped playing and was looking at him with large eyes.
The she jumped in the cold water herself and waded towards him, followed by the animals that had surrounded her while she had been playing.
She hesitated...but then held out her hand.
"Are you alright?", she asked in a clear and sweet voice.
He took her hand and got up, dripping wet, his face flushed.
The girl took a step back and studied him, then she looked at the moogle.
"Bad moogle!", she mock scolded the white rascal.
The moogle let his ears hang and took place on her shoulder.
"But he was spying on you, kupo ", said the moogle in his defence.
The girl giggled, "that's no reason to bombard him with kupo nuts, mog"
Siro would have liked to fall down a hole right then and there...he the son of Squall Leonhart, defeated by a moogle ?! He looked at his feet.
The girl bend over a bit so she could still look him in his eyes, she smiled.
"Are you alright?", she asked again.
He nodded.
"Good"
The stared at each other for a moment, without speaking.
"I'm Siro", he said a bit stiff and put out his hand. She briefly shook it, and gestured towards the moogle on her shoulder. "This is Mog"
"Will you be alright by yourself?", she asked
Siro felt his face redden, he felt offended, why wouldn't he be? He could take care of himself. He looked around, expecting to see familiar surroundings but as he didn't see any, he realised that he was lost. Any other six-year-old would probably have begun crying but not Siro.
"I...think I'm lost."
The girl nodded
"You're from Garden, right?", she said, looking at his uniform.
"Yeah"
`I'm not supposed to come near Garden', thought Linoa, ` but I can't just leave him like that'
She thought about it for a minute and then pointed to a small unclear track.
"It's that way" She started walking towards it, knowing the boy would follow.
Linoa didn't come to this part of the woods often since it was quite close to Balamb Garden. And because it was so close to Balamb Garden there were more monsters there, and even though she was only six, she was too wise to tempt fate.
She figured that the boy would know how to find his way once they reached the clearing in the woods nearest to Garden. There she could go home...
She looked over her shoulder...
"If we get around this corner, you..."she froze mid-sentence
"LOOK OUT SIRO !!!!!" yelled Linoa, pointing at the monster that had appeared behind her newfound friend.
Siro dived to the right just in time to escape being kicked by the monster.
It was a beautiful monster, well in a way...
He could recognize it from his textbook from class. An ambdusias, a demon unicorn. A mystery monster, since not much was known about it...Its silvery blue skin shone bright and it reared up in anger.
The ambdusias flapped its large wings, creating a gust of wind.
Siro got sand in his eyes...he couldn't see, he was helpless!
Instinctively he reached for his gunblade; but it wouldn't do him much good if he couldn't see.
He felt the girl take place besides him while he tried to wipe the sand out of his eyes.
At least now he could see his enemy although his vision was still blurred.
His first real monster...and there was no one to help him if he couldn't handle it...but then he never depended on anyone...right?
He lashed out at the creature with his gunblade, rupturing its delicate skin...
The ambdusias cried out in pain, and dashed after Siro hurting him with its horn.
Siro grimaced and grabbed his shoulder where the blue horn had torn his skin.
Linoa frowned and concentrated, she cast a ` cure' spell, healing Siro's wound.
Siro dashed forward again, but less successful this time. He only caused a little scratch. The ambdusias decided to follow up and charged at the little boy.
But Linoa jumped forward and hit the creature on its horn with her flute.
The creature now turned its attention to the little girl instead. Siro saw his opportunity and took it. He charged forward and tore the delicate flesh on the creature's flank.
The creature chased after him, kicking him badly, but again Linoa healed him with a cure spell. Again he managed to wound the creature, but it didn't seem to be enough to defeat it.
Then Linoa began playing her flute, both Siro and the ambdusias stopped their fight and listened to the soothing tones.
The creature stood quiet when the girl walked up too him and let her pat him.
To Siro's surprise she cast a cure spell on the creature too.
Suddenly they could hear people...Linoa looked at Siro with a somewhat sad but decisive look and pressed something in his hands.
She then jumped on the now tame ambdusias, mouthed a silent goodbye to him and rode off.
Only seconds later, Siro was found by people of Garden who had been alarmed by the sounds of the fight.
Unsure if she had been real he looked at the object he was holding in his hands...
It was a worn wooden flute...
******
Disclaimer: all characters besides my own silly ones belong to square soft, in fact they can have mine too =P, if they would ever want them I'd be honoured
This fic already done...I'm just posting it in pieces, please read and review
No flaming please