(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!!
************* The violent wind kept comming from the west. The Iifa tree was dead indeed, but it head a life embeaded in its branches. That figure was alive and slowly crawling its way out into the open. The branches crunched and fell beneth the tattered figure, only adding more strain to the frail form. Hands bleeding from grabbing onto anithing that would hold still to help pull himself up.
After hours which seemed like an eternity, deathly like man made his way to Gaia's surface and collapsed ontop of all the dead branches. Breathing heavely, the man tried to life his head, but no avial. The man was Kuja...and sure enough, alive. His clothing was torn into tiny pieces and his hair was tossled. Blood covered his fragile body and his once icy eyes, once filled with life, were now dim.
Kuja couls feel his essence slip and come back with each heay, smoke filled breath he took. He tried to grip anithing near just to have some reassurance that he was still alive. The crule wind returned. The silent man cringed wehn he felt the wind dance upon his back. He pulled one hand disjointedly to his side and tried to push himself off of the cold death that he lied upon for mear minuets.
After taking in a shaky breath, in one sharp movement he pushed himself into a sitting position angins a huge root. He let his head fall back and hit the cinged root and let his eyes detatch themselves from the bottem lid. With a grown of pain he pulled his head down to look at how injured he was.
Hidious, he thought himself completely hidious. He was tattered, bruised, gashed, burnt, scratched, and out right broken.
**...ugh...broken...like one of...aurg...my mages...**
The wind returned once again, only to play with him. The crystal wind danced upon his face and upon his shoulders, almost as if it would whisper in his ear, a story of what it has seen. Again taking in another breath, Kuja coughed untill blood dribbled down his dirty face.
"...Leave me...LEAVE ME BE!!" Not knowing he had the power to scream that, the wind silenced and left. Kuja's eyes wandered around on what he had just done. But he used all his power when he Tranced didn't he? He's broken...then how could he?
************* The violent wind kept comming from the west. The Iifa tree was dead indeed, but it head a life embeaded in its branches. That figure was alive and slowly crawling its way out into the open. The branches crunched and fell beneth the tattered figure, only adding more strain to the frail form. Hands bleeding from grabbing onto anithing that would hold still to help pull himself up.
After hours which seemed like an eternity, deathly like man made his way to Gaia's surface and collapsed ontop of all the dead branches. Breathing heavely, the man tried to life his head, but no avial. The man was Kuja...and sure enough, alive. His clothing was torn into tiny pieces and his hair was tossled. Blood covered his fragile body and his once icy eyes, once filled with life, were now dim.
Kuja couls feel his essence slip and come back with each heay, smoke filled breath he took. He tried to grip anithing near just to have some reassurance that he was still alive. The crule wind returned. The silent man cringed wehn he felt the wind dance upon his back. He pulled one hand disjointedly to his side and tried to push himself off of the cold death that he lied upon for mear minuets.
After taking in a shaky breath, in one sharp movement he pushed himself into a sitting position angins a huge root. He let his head fall back and hit the cinged root and let his eyes detatch themselves from the bottem lid. With a grown of pain he pulled his head down to look at how injured he was.
Hidious, he thought himself completely hidious. He was tattered, bruised, gashed, burnt, scratched, and out right broken.
**...ugh...broken...like one of...aurg...my mages...**
The wind returned once again, only to play with him. The crystal wind danced upon his face and upon his shoulders, almost as if it would whisper in his ear, a story of what it has seen. Again taking in another breath, Kuja coughed untill blood dribbled down his dirty face.
"...Leave me...LEAVE ME BE!!" Not knowing he had the power to scream that, the wind silenced and left. Kuja's eyes wandered around on what he had just done. But he used all his power when he Tranced didn't he? He's broken...then how could he?