(Disclaimer) I do not own Final Fantasy!! Do not sue me because you will
end up with less money
then you already have! For I am poor and lawyers are expensive!!
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The golden sun rose from the east and woke the joyous, but still grief stricken, people of Alexandria. The birds finally came back and decided to sing the people on with their hope. The women gathered the rest of their belongings off of the distorted streets, as the men worked to restore Alexandria to its former glory.
Zidane, now a Knight, looked down from the castle and upon the people. He saved them, every one of them. He took in a deep breath and let the air flow into his lungs and held it there. After a few seconds, he let it out carefully. With a delicate smile across his face he turned on his heel and walked out of his lavish room.
After a few quick steps down the long, cobble stoned hall; Steiner confronted him. Scratching his head and tossing a strand of long, amber hair to the side, he looked up at the armored man and gave a cheesy smile.
"Hey Rusty! What cah up to?" Steiner frowned and slapped his armored hand to his helmet.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory." Steiner cringed at the thought of being called his nickname again. All the small boy did was bust out in a fit of laughter. Only causing Steiner to let his head fall in surrender and sigh. Seeing this Zidane let his hands fly to Steiners helmet and pull the mask over his face. Running off and screaming "Rusty!" all the way down the hall also.
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The tall, gray mouse was out and about the town's folk helping them in any means. Running errands for one family, helping fix a roof for another. Telling a story to a few children, and just being there as a friend. She started to love this race and this town. Although in hideous blunder, she felt at home almost. After spending all morning tending to the towns people, Freya decided to talk a long walk a clear her mind of the past.
**My beloved Bermecia...how I long to touch your walls once again. You haven't stopped raining since that monster invaded you and raped you of your precious life that you once upheld. Why oh why did this have to happen to you...**
The land changed as she carried on. She saw how rubble turned into cool, emerald grass. She smiled as she saw the birds chirp their happy song, not a care in the wicked world. Her eyes wandered to some of the crystal streams that wound its way down the hillside and stop at a lake. Ah, how beautiful Gaia is once she finally had a well-deserved chance to look at it. So many things have taken up her life, and she never had time to just...Live.
**Why did I not take time to breathe in such lavish sets? Am I that preoccupied? Am I that taken with my work to not look at the natural beauty that was almost destroyed? I would have never seen it then...how could I? There would be nothing. How could I have passed by such beauty that has graced this land? No more.**
These thoughts passed her mind as she found a spot to place her at, to enjoy the sweet air. Taking her tattered and dusty hat off and laying it beside her, she let her hand ruffle her hair a bit. Closing her eyes she let all that she knew wander off onto the far lands. Welcome to come back, but unwelcome to let foreigners to tag along ever so silently. Her eyelids reflected faint, pastel colors. She enjoyed every one of them. Only happiness was found in the air, death and destruction still lay, yes. But the storm was over. Only time would tell if things would stay on a steady pace.
The wind was coming in from the east and blew her platum hair around her face; he sniffed the air to smell the sweet nectar.
**This air...the east..**.
Freya jumped up in a sharp bolt. As her eyes looked around to where the wind was coming from, she stood on her toes to get a better sent.
**The Iifa tree...its dead I know this...I saw it die...this isn't right...**
She couldn't get the full sent she was looking for. She looked frantically around to find a tall tree and spotted one about fifty feet away. Lunging at the tree with hat and spear in hand she climbed it as fast as her hands would let her. She gripped the highest branch and let her face fall into the wind. Closing her eyes and almost tasting the wound that was quite violent, she knew something was afoot.
**Kuja...**
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The golden sun rose from the east and woke the joyous, but still grief stricken, people of Alexandria. The birds finally came back and decided to sing the people on with their hope. The women gathered the rest of their belongings off of the distorted streets, as the men worked to restore Alexandria to its former glory.
Zidane, now a Knight, looked down from the castle and upon the people. He saved them, every one of them. He took in a deep breath and let the air flow into his lungs and held it there. After a few seconds, he let it out carefully. With a delicate smile across his face he turned on his heel and walked out of his lavish room.
After a few quick steps down the long, cobble stoned hall; Steiner confronted him. Scratching his head and tossing a strand of long, amber hair to the side, he looked up at the armored man and gave a cheesy smile.
"Hey Rusty! What cah up to?" Steiner frowned and slapped his armored hand to his helmet.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory." Steiner cringed at the thought of being called his nickname again. All the small boy did was bust out in a fit of laughter. Only causing Steiner to let his head fall in surrender and sigh. Seeing this Zidane let his hands fly to Steiners helmet and pull the mask over his face. Running off and screaming "Rusty!" all the way down the hall also.
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The tall, gray mouse was out and about the town's folk helping them in any means. Running errands for one family, helping fix a roof for another. Telling a story to a few children, and just being there as a friend. She started to love this race and this town. Although in hideous blunder, she felt at home almost. After spending all morning tending to the towns people, Freya decided to talk a long walk a clear her mind of the past.
**My beloved Bermecia...how I long to touch your walls once again. You haven't stopped raining since that monster invaded you and raped you of your precious life that you once upheld. Why oh why did this have to happen to you...**
The land changed as she carried on. She saw how rubble turned into cool, emerald grass. She smiled as she saw the birds chirp their happy song, not a care in the wicked world. Her eyes wandered to some of the crystal streams that wound its way down the hillside and stop at a lake. Ah, how beautiful Gaia is once she finally had a well-deserved chance to look at it. So many things have taken up her life, and she never had time to just...Live.
**Why did I not take time to breathe in such lavish sets? Am I that preoccupied? Am I that taken with my work to not look at the natural beauty that was almost destroyed? I would have never seen it then...how could I? There would be nothing. How could I have passed by such beauty that has graced this land? No more.**
These thoughts passed her mind as she found a spot to place her at, to enjoy the sweet air. Taking her tattered and dusty hat off and laying it beside her, she let her hand ruffle her hair a bit. Closing her eyes she let all that she knew wander off onto the far lands. Welcome to come back, but unwelcome to let foreigners to tag along ever so silently. Her eyelids reflected faint, pastel colors. She enjoyed every one of them. Only happiness was found in the air, death and destruction still lay, yes. But the storm was over. Only time would tell if things would stay on a steady pace.
The wind was coming in from the east and blew her platum hair around her face; he sniffed the air to smell the sweet nectar.
**This air...the east..**.
Freya jumped up in a sharp bolt. As her eyes looked around to where the wind was coming from, she stood on her toes to get a better sent.
**The Iifa tree...its dead I know this...I saw it die...this isn't right...**
She couldn't get the full sent she was looking for. She looked frantically around to find a tall tree and spotted one about fifty feet away. Lunging at the tree with hat and spear in hand she climbed it as fast as her hands would let her. She gripped the highest branch and let her face fall into the wind. Closing her eyes and almost tasting the wound that was quite violent, she knew something was afoot.
**Kuja...**