Amarant eventually came upon a shorter stretch of grass, the ground
sounding a bit like it had a spring beneath it. Even when the castle was in
the midst of repairs, the lawn was still well cared for. He continued on
into the castle. An eerie feeling came upon, and silence was the only thing
in the castle. He shrugged it off, and continued up to the guest's
quarters.
* * *
"Hey Vivi...why aren't you out there with your kids?" Garnet asked.
"I hate being hit with rushing winds...I hate seeing the sky above and below me...I hate the fact that this ship could fail and gravity could nab us again...I hate flying." Vivi responded.
"You know...i've been meaning to ask you something. Who is those kid's mother anyway?"
"They...err...didn't HAVE...a mother..."
"What do you mean?"
"The mages don't reproduce sexually..."
"So then...how?"
"You know how much I was against the creation of Kuja's black mages, right? Well that was largely attributed to the fact that they were not only given a short lifespan, but also, were born with no personality, no mind of their own, and could easily become mindless killing machines...as Kuja demonstrated..."
"Yeah...so how does this relate?"
"Well...I found out a better way for them to be created! If I myself simply made them, then they would live longer, develop their own personalites immediately...in short, they could be just like me, just like humans, with one tiny difference! magic!"
"Wow...So...if an actual black mage, and not just a human with black magic creates the black mages, then they end up like you?"
"Ah yes. But it's not just limited to black magic! Pao even has white magic!"
"Really? Does this mean...that...summoners could be recreated?!"
Vivi instantly felt an overwheming un-easy-ness. This is exactly the kind of idea he was supposed to make sure she didn't get, and he blew it! His self-defeating thoughts were interrupted however, when a rumbling over- took the ship. He turned to look out the window, and noticed that they were on solid ground. Everybody began to rush out.
* * *
Amarant stepped into his room, and slumped down upon the bed. Almost instantly he fell asleep.
A dream snatched him in his slumber. A swirling vortex of colors all around him. All sorts of images swam around him, and he began to notice they were all of people he had fought. Looking to his side, he saw a tall, bald man's face. He remembered him. His master in his youth, and his first memory. His name however, escaped him. He continued down this odd hall of memories, which stopped abruptly at Lani.
He stopped to look at Lani's image for a few moments, trying to catch another glimpse of that tatoo that he saw when she stormed off. But alas, all he could see was a slight curve. He shrugged, and continued down the hall.
There stood a tall woman, pal, skinny, and quite fragile looking. Red hair flowed over her white gown, and her arms were stretched out in an embrace. The whole thing was blacked out by a sudden image of a rose. He watched as the petals slowly began to defold into the center, turning into a bud. The stem then began to shrink, and then it all became a stem.
He awoke suddenly. He blinked momentarily, shook his head, then leaped out of bed.
"Man...who was that anyway?" He said to noone in particular as he reached up to scratch his head.
* * *
"Hey Vivi...why aren't you out there with your kids?" Garnet asked.
"I hate being hit with rushing winds...I hate seeing the sky above and below me...I hate the fact that this ship could fail and gravity could nab us again...I hate flying." Vivi responded.
"You know...i've been meaning to ask you something. Who is those kid's mother anyway?"
"They...err...didn't HAVE...a mother..."
"What do you mean?"
"The mages don't reproduce sexually..."
"So then...how?"
"You know how much I was against the creation of Kuja's black mages, right? Well that was largely attributed to the fact that they were not only given a short lifespan, but also, were born with no personality, no mind of their own, and could easily become mindless killing machines...as Kuja demonstrated..."
"Yeah...so how does this relate?"
"Well...I found out a better way for them to be created! If I myself simply made them, then they would live longer, develop their own personalites immediately...in short, they could be just like me, just like humans, with one tiny difference! magic!"
"Wow...So...if an actual black mage, and not just a human with black magic creates the black mages, then they end up like you?"
"Ah yes. But it's not just limited to black magic! Pao even has white magic!"
"Really? Does this mean...that...summoners could be recreated?!"
Vivi instantly felt an overwheming un-easy-ness. This is exactly the kind of idea he was supposed to make sure she didn't get, and he blew it! His self-defeating thoughts were interrupted however, when a rumbling over- took the ship. He turned to look out the window, and noticed that they were on solid ground. Everybody began to rush out.
* * *
Amarant stepped into his room, and slumped down upon the bed. Almost instantly he fell asleep.
A dream snatched him in his slumber. A swirling vortex of colors all around him. All sorts of images swam around him, and he began to notice they were all of people he had fought. Looking to his side, he saw a tall, bald man's face. He remembered him. His master in his youth, and his first memory. His name however, escaped him. He continued down this odd hall of memories, which stopped abruptly at Lani.
He stopped to look at Lani's image for a few moments, trying to catch another glimpse of that tatoo that he saw when she stormed off. But alas, all he could see was a slight curve. He shrugged, and continued down the hall.
There stood a tall woman, pal, skinny, and quite fragile looking. Red hair flowed over her white gown, and her arms were stretched out in an embrace. The whole thing was blacked out by a sudden image of a rose. He watched as the petals slowly began to defold into the center, turning into a bud. The stem then began to shrink, and then it all became a stem.
He awoke suddenly. He blinked momentarily, shook his head, then leaped out of bed.
"Man...who was that anyway?" He said to noone in particular as he reached up to scratch his head.