Chapter Three - The Truth
"I am sorry to disappoint, but you were the one we were talking of, beg our rudeness, but we knew not of your name." Said one of the two.
"My . . my . . name is Squall."
"Squall."
"Squall." Both the elves echoed in wonder and amazement, hanging on to this stranger's every last word.
"I can tell you I'm no one important - I have been travelling for weeks to find Luca - to find out of my birth and my past. I am no one of importance - look at my clothes - I am penniless, I am a traveller. I am just a penniless traveller."
"Looks can be very deceiving. You are the heir to the largest fortune that has ever been known. It is your task to decide your journey. Should it be a journey of wealth and happiness, or one that lets you save mankind?"
"You are the legendary one - the chosen - I see it in your eyes - so unnaturally blue"
The other one, who had been relatively quiet up till now began to speak to Squall.
"Do you want to know why you never knew of your family or your past - or even your birth?"
"Yes - I do. I long to find the truth. I thought that if I made it to Luca, I could find someone to help me find out those things."
"That 'someone' is us." One of the them simply replies.
"You have the right to know - it is your true right to know of your own past, anyone one who is denied that right is denied life."
Squall was wide eyed with awe. These two complete strangers, whom he had met just a matter of minutes ago knew something that he had been searching for his whole life! He was full of hope - hope that in a few moments he would learn everything - about his parents, his birth and his past.
"You were firstly born into the original founding group - the original Mercery's. You were the son of the first king and queen, their names are shrouded in mystery, so was yours - until you told us, of course."
"But . . . . but . . . . how . . . . the founding group died out 40 fold years ago! Surely I can't be 400 years old!"
Squall had a pang of doubt in the very depths of his stomach. He had never known of his birth or when it was. It couldn't be impossible because he knew of Mercery's living to years of old - since the beginning of time. Hence why elves were also (more rarely so) called 'the creators'. He had always realised how he was different from humans - but if he was born to the original king and queen, he must be the purest of all surviving elves!
"So . . . I'm . . . a . . a . . . a Mercery?!"
"Yes - the purest that there is . . . . . and you are a holder of a great prophecy . . . . you are the one to save all!"
"I am sorry to disappoint, but you were the one we were talking of, beg our rudeness, but we knew not of your name." Said one of the two.
"My . . my . . name is Squall."
"Squall."
"Squall." Both the elves echoed in wonder and amazement, hanging on to this stranger's every last word.
"I can tell you I'm no one important - I have been travelling for weeks to find Luca - to find out of my birth and my past. I am no one of importance - look at my clothes - I am penniless, I am a traveller. I am just a penniless traveller."
"Looks can be very deceiving. You are the heir to the largest fortune that has ever been known. It is your task to decide your journey. Should it be a journey of wealth and happiness, or one that lets you save mankind?"
"You are the legendary one - the chosen - I see it in your eyes - so unnaturally blue"
The other one, who had been relatively quiet up till now began to speak to Squall.
"Do you want to know why you never knew of your family or your past - or even your birth?"
"Yes - I do. I long to find the truth. I thought that if I made it to Luca, I could find someone to help me find out those things."
"That 'someone' is us." One of the them simply replies.
"You have the right to know - it is your true right to know of your own past, anyone one who is denied that right is denied life."
Squall was wide eyed with awe. These two complete strangers, whom he had met just a matter of minutes ago knew something that he had been searching for his whole life! He was full of hope - hope that in a few moments he would learn everything - about his parents, his birth and his past.
"You were firstly born into the original founding group - the original Mercery's. You were the son of the first king and queen, their names are shrouded in mystery, so was yours - until you told us, of course."
"But . . . . but . . . . how . . . . the founding group died out 40 fold years ago! Surely I can't be 400 years old!"
Squall had a pang of doubt in the very depths of his stomach. He had never known of his birth or when it was. It couldn't be impossible because he knew of Mercery's living to years of old - since the beginning of time. Hence why elves were also (more rarely so) called 'the creators'. He had always realised how he was different from humans - but if he was born to the original king and queen, he must be the purest of all surviving elves!
"So . . . I'm . . . a . . a . . . a Mercery?!"
"Yes - the purest that there is . . . . . and you are a holder of a great prophecy . . . . you are the one to save all!"