THE FEATHERED WARRIOR
By Madfantasy
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Chapter 2: The journey ahead
"Please remember that now that you are small as a little child, it would be easy for you to catch a cold and get sick. Mind your P's and Q's. Eat and sleep well and don't forget to finish your greens, and keep your sweet tooth in check. Groom your feathers and silver tresses or they will look dirty …"
The Fairy godmother gave Kuja a long but well-meant speech on how he should take care of himself and look like a nice well-brought up gentleman.
After educating the little sorcerer, she waved her wand and a gigantic (to Kuja) white down feather appeared in a puff of silver smoke. It hovered quietly, not touching the ground at all, emitting a silver glow visible to the eye even in the mid-day sun.
"This will be your one way transportation," Said the fairy godmother, gesturing at the white fluffy thing, as she bade Kuja to step on board. Our feathered hero did just as the fairy godmother said, and sat obediently upon the feather. The fairy godmother tossed a silver-grey robe at Kuja.
"Keep this well, and it shall be much help to you!" The Fairy godmother said, "Do not worry, this magical feather will bear you to the exact location that you are supposed to land on. Bon voyage! May the stars and moon guide your path well with their lights! "
The fairy godmother waved her wand gently, as if conducting a soft piece of orchestra ensemble, and the giant down feather lifted off smoothly. Kuja looked around to catch a last glimpse of the Fairy godmother but the feather took off so rapidly the Iifa tree now appeared like a mere bush on the distant ground.
The mid-day sun shone happily, and the sky was clear, high and blue. Although the feather seemed to be flying at quite an amazing speed, there was only a warm and soft breeze against his cheeks. Looking up, strands of white clouds seem to be reachable by touch. As soon as the feather passed over the clear blue ocean flocks of sea birds started to fly and sing around him. The earth below him passed and soon gave way to an entire stretch of glittering blue.
After admiring the scenery and enjoying the company of the seabirds (which seemingly thought Kuja was one of their less feathery cousins), our little hero felt drowsy in the comfort. He soon dozed off on the flying feather, with his Silver-grey robe in his lap.
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It was neither the increasingly cool wind, nor the coming of the dark that woke Kuja. It was hunger.
It was indeed a very loud grumble that came from his stomach. As he remembered, the last thing he had eaten was a miserable roast yan (a small cow like monster) the night before he went off to Terra. He wondered if he would have thrashed Zidane if he had taken his breakfast. After all, people who eat breakfast lives longer than those who don't.
Looking around, he caught sight of a flaming sun half sitting in the western horizon. The ocean shone like gold sprayed with silver glitters, and the sky was splashed with lavish red, gold and pink lights, which faded into a light lilac and navy in the distant eastern sky, where night had sprung up. The wind blew through his silver tresses, lifting them from his shoulders.
Looking down, Kuja saw an egg-shaped island that he supposed he was to land on. It was large and round, but small compared to the endless ocean that surrounded it. Beautiful reefs surrounded the island for miles, making it unreachable for ships, and the waters just beyond its shores was dotted with small, sandy islets, with space barely enough for small clumps of coconut trees.
Feeling his intelligence return, Kuja did what he thought would be the most important thing to do: observe the island from his strategic location in the air. He knew that it would be a long time before he would be able to fly, even if he could hatch a chocobo and wait for it to morph its way into a flying one.
There was a small village at the smaller, sharper tip, with at most fifty families. In the middle of the island there was a huge canopy of dense forest, some covered with mist, and decorated here and there with bare grassy hills. A few rivers ran meandering from a small chain of mountains sat in the middle of the green clump, their tips smeared with white snow. There was a larger city at the blunt end, which actually ends in tall, rocky cliffs, but this too, was covered with a thick blanket of fog. Kuja couldn't look anymore because the light was so dim it tired his eyes terribly.
Before he could see more, however, the feather dropped suddenly, as if its magical ability to fly suddenly disappeared (this is, of cause, no true).
"!!!!!" He thought as he was dropped like a lead ball. He hung onto the feather-stock for dear life and continued to do so even after the feather had landed surprisingly gently at a white sandy beach outside the small village
The terrified little sorcerer had to stare into empty space for a minute or two to recover from his shock after landing.
Finally stepping off, Kuja clutched his cloak around him, trying to block out the chilly winds that were swooping around. The feather disappeared in a puff of silver smoke as soon as the tip of his foot touched the floor, and our little feathered sorcerer fell backwards onto the sand.
Standing up, Kuja dusted himself off with dignity. He threw his robe over his head and did the only sensible thing: walking towards the entrance of the small village, which was marked with a large wooden banner, stuck in the sand, and painted with some black sticky stuff that said "SKAERPEKOE VILLAGE".
Just as he was meters from the entrance, Kuja spotted a shadow in the darkness of the unlit streets. He looked ahead, but was not able to see who or what made it. It seemed to tower over the little sorcerer. The sky was now a deep navy, casting a dark violet light across the realms. Feeling a little ominous, he readied his lightning spells at the tip of his finger.
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Madfantasy: thanks for reading. More chapters will be appearing as soon as I can finish them. : I know my chapters are rather short, but I cannot work with long chapters. Please review, and thankew for all your supports!
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By Madfantasy
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Chapter 2: The journey ahead
"Please remember that now that you are small as a little child, it would be easy for you to catch a cold and get sick. Mind your P's and Q's. Eat and sleep well and don't forget to finish your greens, and keep your sweet tooth in check. Groom your feathers and silver tresses or they will look dirty …"
The Fairy godmother gave Kuja a long but well-meant speech on how he should take care of himself and look like a nice well-brought up gentleman.
After educating the little sorcerer, she waved her wand and a gigantic (to Kuja) white down feather appeared in a puff of silver smoke. It hovered quietly, not touching the ground at all, emitting a silver glow visible to the eye even in the mid-day sun.
"This will be your one way transportation," Said the fairy godmother, gesturing at the white fluffy thing, as she bade Kuja to step on board. Our feathered hero did just as the fairy godmother said, and sat obediently upon the feather. The fairy godmother tossed a silver-grey robe at Kuja.
"Keep this well, and it shall be much help to you!" The Fairy godmother said, "Do not worry, this magical feather will bear you to the exact location that you are supposed to land on. Bon voyage! May the stars and moon guide your path well with their lights! "
The fairy godmother waved her wand gently, as if conducting a soft piece of orchestra ensemble, and the giant down feather lifted off smoothly. Kuja looked around to catch a last glimpse of the Fairy godmother but the feather took off so rapidly the Iifa tree now appeared like a mere bush on the distant ground.
The mid-day sun shone happily, and the sky was clear, high and blue. Although the feather seemed to be flying at quite an amazing speed, there was only a warm and soft breeze against his cheeks. Looking up, strands of white clouds seem to be reachable by touch. As soon as the feather passed over the clear blue ocean flocks of sea birds started to fly and sing around him. The earth below him passed and soon gave way to an entire stretch of glittering blue.
After admiring the scenery and enjoying the company of the seabirds (which seemingly thought Kuja was one of their less feathery cousins), our little hero felt drowsy in the comfort. He soon dozed off on the flying feather, with his Silver-grey robe in his lap.
******************************
It was neither the increasingly cool wind, nor the coming of the dark that woke Kuja. It was hunger.
It was indeed a very loud grumble that came from his stomach. As he remembered, the last thing he had eaten was a miserable roast yan (a small cow like monster) the night before he went off to Terra. He wondered if he would have thrashed Zidane if he had taken his breakfast. After all, people who eat breakfast lives longer than those who don't.
Looking around, he caught sight of a flaming sun half sitting in the western horizon. The ocean shone like gold sprayed with silver glitters, and the sky was splashed with lavish red, gold and pink lights, which faded into a light lilac and navy in the distant eastern sky, where night had sprung up. The wind blew through his silver tresses, lifting them from his shoulders.
Looking down, Kuja saw an egg-shaped island that he supposed he was to land on. It was large and round, but small compared to the endless ocean that surrounded it. Beautiful reefs surrounded the island for miles, making it unreachable for ships, and the waters just beyond its shores was dotted with small, sandy islets, with space barely enough for small clumps of coconut trees.
Feeling his intelligence return, Kuja did what he thought would be the most important thing to do: observe the island from his strategic location in the air. He knew that it would be a long time before he would be able to fly, even if he could hatch a chocobo and wait for it to morph its way into a flying one.
There was a small village at the smaller, sharper tip, with at most fifty families. In the middle of the island there was a huge canopy of dense forest, some covered with mist, and decorated here and there with bare grassy hills. A few rivers ran meandering from a small chain of mountains sat in the middle of the green clump, their tips smeared with white snow. There was a larger city at the blunt end, which actually ends in tall, rocky cliffs, but this too, was covered with a thick blanket of fog. Kuja couldn't look anymore because the light was so dim it tired his eyes terribly.
Before he could see more, however, the feather dropped suddenly, as if its magical ability to fly suddenly disappeared (this is, of cause, no true).
"!!!!!" He thought as he was dropped like a lead ball. He hung onto the feather-stock for dear life and continued to do so even after the feather had landed surprisingly gently at a white sandy beach outside the small village
The terrified little sorcerer had to stare into empty space for a minute or two to recover from his shock after landing.
Finally stepping off, Kuja clutched his cloak around him, trying to block out the chilly winds that were swooping around. The feather disappeared in a puff of silver smoke as soon as the tip of his foot touched the floor, and our little feathered sorcerer fell backwards onto the sand.
Standing up, Kuja dusted himself off with dignity. He threw his robe over his head and did the only sensible thing: walking towards the entrance of the small village, which was marked with a large wooden banner, stuck in the sand, and painted with some black sticky stuff that said "SKAERPEKOE VILLAGE".
Just as he was meters from the entrance, Kuja spotted a shadow in the darkness of the unlit streets. He looked ahead, but was not able to see who or what made it. It seemed to tower over the little sorcerer. The sky was now a deep navy, casting a dark violet light across the realms. Feeling a little ominous, he readied his lightning spells at the tip of his finger.
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Madfantasy: thanks for reading. More chapters will be appearing as soon as I can finish them. : I know my chapters are rather short, but I cannot work with long chapters. Please review, and thankew for all your supports!
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