The large bird sped by her with amazing speed. It wings were spread out to it's side and it turned around him multiple times. ...Circling... The feathers of the bird were a light brown, that of which is painted upon the sandy desert where the merchants travel and it's beak looked as hard as the wood of a tree. Freya looked up into the sky while the bird continued to circle around her. Her dragoon helmet hung down over her forehead, pointed, and her red armor covered most of her body. All that was visible were the eyes through the helmet, and some of the hair that hung down. As the wind blew around her, the long strands of grass blew around in the open field. Open field for what seemed to be miles. To the north were the mountains of ice. Even from where she was standing, she could see the coldness of them, and to the south was the forest of the fairie. Never had she traveled there before, or the mountains for that matter. She hadn't traveled much, only on her last journey. Her friends from her previous journey seemed to have disappeared afterwards. Not making contact to people makes things like that happen. The bird sat down on a strange tree with no leaves on it nearby. Without any other sign of trees in the entire field, it was odd that this one was here. The no leaf tree sat there as if staring at Freya, while the only one staring was the eagle. It's eye was fixed on her and it's left eye was an eerie pink color. While the normal eye remained on her, the mysterious pink ball looked around in different directions. Finding all of this mad, Freya stepped back a bit, apalled at what she just saw. She knew that something of the sort wasn't normal.
...Searching...The pink eye was searching around for something, but what that something was wasn't certain. The wings of the bird flattered up and it's claws strapped on to the tree. Quickly the eye turned back to her, and stared at her. Piercing her chest like a knife, it stared and stared, never stopping. A service is what the bird was giving to her, but not a good one. Oh no, definently not a good one. Rays from the sun fell down onto the ground and finally, the bird's eye went white. White as the snow on the northern mountains. Freya now became weary as she gazed into the white eye. Time seemed to stop, and all around her turned dark. All that was left was an eye, a white eye. Growing larger and larger it did, and it suddenly sparked with jolts of electricity. Freya finally snapped out of the trance and held out her lance. Out to her side, she ran to the eye, and placed the lance in a manner so she could easily thrust it into the eye of evil. The end of the pole reached out behind her, and the actual blade it's self was infront, waiting to strike at any given moment. All wind stopped and with one jolt, she aimed right directly torwards the eye. Flying torwards the eye, the blade was held back. By what!? The tree's branch had grown out and it grabbed onto the lance. Wrapped around the pole, the wood tightened and now seemed not at all like wood. Snapped in half, the lance fell to the ground. Moving torwards Freya quickly, the branch hung over her. Blinking in terror, she backed away slowly, hoping not to make any sudden movements.
She couldn't help it though, she turned around and burst out into a jolt. She wasn't sure of where she should go. She was in the middle of a large field, and there was no where to hide. What could she do!? At the speed of her sprint, and over the sound of her footsteps, she heard a low roar in the distance. Then she heard wings, and the roar grew louder, and louder. Finally it was so loud that she couldn't bare it. The sound then stopped and behind her was a large fiend. Large enough to over come the tree. Not sure though, just not sure.
"POWER OF THE DRAGON!" She held out her hand hoping to take control of it, but a voice came out calmly.
"No need." The hair poked up, dark red, and feathered. It was Kuja. A long time enemy, but a friend finally after he saw what it truly meant to exist. He smiled and held his left hand on his waist. He nudged his head back gesturing for Freya to hop onto the dragon. With a nod, Freya ran over to the large silver dragon. The armor of hers made absolutely no noise. That was because the tree started a low rumble underneath the ground. It continued. ...Continued...Now on the dragon, the flew up and hovered above the ground. Each time the wings flapped down, the grass moved around rapidly and wind hit her in the face. Turning around, the dragon flew back in the direction of the leafless tree. Opening it's mouth, a blue beam originated in the dragon's mouth. It grew larger and larger. Soon the entire mouth of the dragon was englufed with the light. It's eyes closed as the blue light was released from it's body. Shooting torwards the tree like a comet preparing to destroy the Earth. It hit the tree, but at the exact moment that it did, the light completely disappeared and was absorbed by another enlarged branch. Enfuriated, the tree's branch shot out torwards the dragon, preparing for an almighty slash.
...Searching...The pink eye was searching around for something, but what that something was wasn't certain. The wings of the bird flattered up and it's claws strapped on to the tree. Quickly the eye turned back to her, and stared at her. Piercing her chest like a knife, it stared and stared, never stopping. A service is what the bird was giving to her, but not a good one. Oh no, definently not a good one. Rays from the sun fell down onto the ground and finally, the bird's eye went white. White as the snow on the northern mountains. Freya now became weary as she gazed into the white eye. Time seemed to stop, and all around her turned dark. All that was left was an eye, a white eye. Growing larger and larger it did, and it suddenly sparked with jolts of electricity. Freya finally snapped out of the trance and held out her lance. Out to her side, she ran to the eye, and placed the lance in a manner so she could easily thrust it into the eye of evil. The end of the pole reached out behind her, and the actual blade it's self was infront, waiting to strike at any given moment. All wind stopped and with one jolt, she aimed right directly torwards the eye. Flying torwards the eye, the blade was held back. By what!? The tree's branch had grown out and it grabbed onto the lance. Wrapped around the pole, the wood tightened and now seemed not at all like wood. Snapped in half, the lance fell to the ground. Moving torwards Freya quickly, the branch hung over her. Blinking in terror, she backed away slowly, hoping not to make any sudden movements.
She couldn't help it though, she turned around and burst out into a jolt. She wasn't sure of where she should go. She was in the middle of a large field, and there was no where to hide. What could she do!? At the speed of her sprint, and over the sound of her footsteps, she heard a low roar in the distance. Then she heard wings, and the roar grew louder, and louder. Finally it was so loud that she couldn't bare it. The sound then stopped and behind her was a large fiend. Large enough to over come the tree. Not sure though, just not sure.
"POWER OF THE DRAGON!" She held out her hand hoping to take control of it, but a voice came out calmly.
"No need." The hair poked up, dark red, and feathered. It was Kuja. A long time enemy, but a friend finally after he saw what it truly meant to exist. He smiled and held his left hand on his waist. He nudged his head back gesturing for Freya to hop onto the dragon. With a nod, Freya ran over to the large silver dragon. The armor of hers made absolutely no noise. That was because the tree started a low rumble underneath the ground. It continued. ...Continued...Now on the dragon, the flew up and hovered above the ground. Each time the wings flapped down, the grass moved around rapidly and wind hit her in the face. Turning around, the dragon flew back in the direction of the leafless tree. Opening it's mouth, a blue beam originated in the dragon's mouth. It grew larger and larger. Soon the entire mouth of the dragon was englufed with the light. It's eyes closed as the blue light was released from it's body. Shooting torwards the tree like a comet preparing to destroy the Earth. It hit the tree, but at the exact moment that it did, the light completely disappeared and was absorbed by another enlarged branch. Enfuriated, the tree's branch shot out torwards the dragon, preparing for an almighty slash.