Death of an Angel
Part 1
Kuja lay in the roots of the Iifa tree. His eyes were closed. Was he breathing? Was he alive? Was this all a dream? He opened his eyes slowly, weakly. He drew in small breaths from his mouth. He was breathing. He was awake. He was alive. Why? He didn't deserve to remain in his vessel. He deserved hell. Had fate given him a second chance? He had to remind himself to thank Atropos when he did indeed go to hell. He called his silver dragon. No answer. After all his hope, had he really been happy for nothing? Maybe. At least he had a chance to breathe again. Too bad it wouldn't last for long. He closed his eyes now wishing that Atropos would cut his thread. A small breeze blew gently past his face. Lovely. Not only would he die soon, but also he would die cold. "Bitch," he cursed at Atropos. He sighed. A feather brushed against his face. He opened his eyes and felt the silver dragon fly up from underneath him. It picked him up and cut Kuja free from the Iifa tree's grasp. It then flew out of the abyss and towards Lindbulm.
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A girl sat in her home, an apartment, oddly, in the theater district of Lindbulm. She sat at her desk studying white magic and reading about the arts of it. She loved magic. She was one of the best white mages around. She was studying time magic and supportive magic right now. She had already taught herself protect, shell, haste, reflect, demi, and stop. She was working on strengthening them when she heard a thud from what sounded like something on her roof. She ignored it and went back to studying. She didn't like being interrupted with her studies.
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Kuja dismounted his dragon and slid himself down the building wearily. He sat himself on the nearest and only windowsill in the upper level of the building. Kuja looked inside to see a beautiful woman in about her early twenty's reading ancient-looking books and flinging white magic randomly around the room. He stared at her beautiful light brown hair sway as she cast random spells and soon he snapped out of it. He opened the window himself and slid himself inside. The woman looked up from her books and gasped. The old thick book on her lap fell to the ground. Kuja stared into her pale blue eyes and slowly passed out from weariness. His unconscious mind could not tell his legs to keep supporting his body and he fell forward. The woman jumped off the bed and caught Kuja as he fell. What was going on? Kuja was dead. Everyone knew he was dead. So how could he be sitting here in her arms?! Whatever. She dragged him to her bed. She shoved off all the books from her bed and lay him down. She frowned. That armor had to be the most uncomfortable thing to sleep in, especially considering he looked he had just been dropped into a blender set to puree. She slipped off his upper armor over his head. She didn't dare to remove or even think of touching his... "lower armor". He could do that later when he decides to join reality and come back from the dream world again. She walked to the sink and got out a bowl and a clean towel from the cupboard and the laundry. She filled the bowl with cold water and put the towel in it. She carried it back to the bed and sat down next to where Kuja lay. She began to clean out his wounds starting with one large deep gash across his chest that had also, from the looks of it, gone through his armor. It was most likely from a blade. Looked that way. Whatever. She dipped the rag in the cold water again.
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Kuja lay in the roots of the Iifa tree. His eyes were closed. Was he breathing? Was he alive? Was this all a dream? He opened his eyes slowly, weakly. He drew in small breaths from his mouth. He was breathing. He was awake. He was alive. Why? He didn't deserve to remain in his vessel. He deserved hell. Had fate given him a second chance? He had to remind himself to thank Atropos when he did indeed go to hell. He called his silver dragon. No answer. After all his hope, had he really been happy for nothing? Maybe. At least he had a chance to breathe again. Too bad it wouldn't last for long. He closed his eyes now wishing that Atropos would cut his thread. A small breeze blew gently past his face. Lovely. Not only would he die soon, but also he would die cold. "Bitch," he cursed at Atropos. He sighed. A feather brushed against his face. He opened his eyes and felt the silver dragon fly up from underneath him. It picked him up and cut Kuja free from the Iifa tree's grasp. It then flew out of the abyss and towards Lindbulm.
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A girl sat in her home, an apartment, oddly, in the theater district of Lindbulm. She sat at her desk studying white magic and reading about the arts of it. She loved magic. She was one of the best white mages around. She was studying time magic and supportive magic right now. She had already taught herself protect, shell, haste, reflect, demi, and stop. She was working on strengthening them when she heard a thud from what sounded like something on her roof. She ignored it and went back to studying. She didn't like being interrupted with her studies.
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Kuja dismounted his dragon and slid himself down the building wearily. He sat himself on the nearest and only windowsill in the upper level of the building. Kuja looked inside to see a beautiful woman in about her early twenty's reading ancient-looking books and flinging white magic randomly around the room. He stared at her beautiful light brown hair sway as she cast random spells and soon he snapped out of it. He opened the window himself and slid himself inside. The woman looked up from her books and gasped. The old thick book on her lap fell to the ground. Kuja stared into her pale blue eyes and slowly passed out from weariness. His unconscious mind could not tell his legs to keep supporting his body and he fell forward. The woman jumped off the bed and caught Kuja as he fell. What was going on? Kuja was dead. Everyone knew he was dead. So how could he be sitting here in her arms?! Whatever. She dragged him to her bed. She shoved off all the books from her bed and lay him down. She frowned. That armor had to be the most uncomfortable thing to sleep in, especially considering he looked he had just been dropped into a blender set to puree. She slipped off his upper armor over his head. She didn't dare to remove or even think of touching his... "lower armor". He could do that later when he decides to join reality and come back from the dream world again. She walked to the sink and got out a bowl and a clean towel from the cupboard and the laundry. She filled the bowl with cold water and put the towel in it. She carried it back to the bed and sat down next to where Kuja lay. She began to clean out his wounds starting with one large deep gash across his chest that had also, from the looks of it, gone through his armor. It was most likely from a blade. Looked that way. Whatever. She dipped the rag in the cold water again.
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