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did. Mazrim is C to me however. Do not take credit for him if you wish to
live. No furry woodland mammals were harmed during the making of this
Fanfic. At times, flashy curse words may cause little children to go
insane. Because of this, this fanfic is rated R. Anyone under 17 must
stop reading under the penalty of death. This fanfic may cause seizures.
Please consult your doctor before reading this fanfic. This fanfic
contains .3245 grams of sodium. And for the love of God. It's just make
believe.
Chapter 1: Arrival at Mineral Village
******
The wind blew through my hair as I struggled to stand up straight. Clutching my the wound at my side, I staggered forward. The sound of cheers echoed throughout the repugnant air as I surveyed the scene before me. It had been a long and bloody battle. Corpses of friend and foe alike littered the ground. The valley that had once been lush and green, dotted with flowers, was now an unrecognizable wasteland, stained red with blood.
It had been a long battle indeed.
At least it was finally over. The war that had lasted for the better part of 5 years was finally over with this last bloodbath. The enemy we had strived to defeat. a madman who of course had wanted to take over the world. had been found dead in his palace. He had committed suicide. To this day, it still makes me angry that he had escaped so easily. We all wanted to make him suffer as we all had. But, as the saying goes, dead is dead. At least it was finally over.
As we made our way back to camp, I began to think about what to do when I get back. It wasn't like I had much waiting for me. my parents had died a long time ago, I had no wife or girlfriend to go home to. Heck, I don't even have a home. In fact, the only living relative I have is my grandfather, but he lives in some small village I've never heard of. A farmer, I think.
"Mail call!" I jumped in surprise, taking only a moment to glare at my friend, Rett, as he snickered.
"Do that again, and we'll be bringing you back home in pieces, Rett."
"Heheh. Sorry Masrim, but you just seemed to be too deep in thought. Someone's gotta reel you back in to reality." Smiling, he punched my in the shoulder. "Hey, relax. We're finally going home!" Rubbing my arm, I stared at Rett. The man was always in a joking mood, up until you swung a sword at him. Even then, he would take a moment to crack a joke at the wisdom of attacking a man twice your size before swinging his huge sword and cleaving you in half. It never ceased to amaze me how carefree he could be.
Shaking my head, I came out of my thoughts. "So, you got some mail from your wife, Rett?" Laughing, he slapped my back, nearly knocking me down to the ground.
"Hell yes I did! She can't wait for me to get back home! Gotta catch up for lost time, if you know what I mean!" Suddenly, he became more serious. "That's not what I meant, though. You got something today. I think it's from your grandfather."
He gave me the letter and waited as I opened it. What I saw, shocked me.
Dear Mazrim,
I regret to inform you that your grandfather has passed away. He was a great man and will be missed by us all. While we understand that it is a sad time for you, as it is with all of us, we must request that you come down to Mineral Village to take care of some affairs related to the farmland that he owned. Please come by as soon as possible so we can work everything out.
With deepest sympathies, Mayor Thomas
It was as if my entire world had come to a screeching halt. Rett must have known something was wrong, because he stood silently watching. Grandpa Jack had been the only living family I had left in the world. I remembered the days when I was a child that I had spent playing on his farm. Those day's would never come back ever again. Now I truly am alone.
"Mazrim, I'm sorry. I know how meaningless words may sound right now. Just know that if you ever need a place to stay, you could always live with us. My wife and kids would love to have you over." Smiling, he slapped me on the back. "You could even teach the kids how to play that ocarina of yours."
My ocarina. It used to be my father's. He had gotten it from grandpa when he was my age, and had given it to me before he had died. It was a family heirloom of sorts. I had plenty of times where I had played it at night when we thought we were never going to live to see the next day. I had to admit; I had gotten pretty damn good at it.
Shaking my head once again, I smiled at Rett.
"Thanks, Rett. You are a true friend. But I need to make my own way in the world."
Smiling, Rett patted my own the shoulder. "Just know that the offer still stands if you ever need it."
The rest of the trip back was pretty much uneventful. After two weeks, we had made it back to the Midland, our home country. After a final handshake and a hard slap on the back that nearly knocked the wind out of me, Rett and I went our separate ways. In a week, I was on a ferry heading to Mineral Village.
Of course, I had to choose the one day that a storm was passing through.
The small boat was being tossed around in the water like a toy. I was in my cabin. It would be suicide to go out on the deck with all the chaos out there. In all my days during the war, I had found that the thing I hated more than anything else was sailing.
I hated it.
Suddenly, the boat lurched forward as another wave struck the side. I could hear the captain barking orders at the crew as the waves tossed us up and down and up and down. I felt sick again. Diving to catch the trashcan as it rolled by, I proceeded to empty my stomach for the fifth time in the last hour.
Oh how I hate it.
I was glad to reach solid ground again. It was still raining outside, but not nearly as bad as it had been on the ship. Stumbling off the ship, I fell down to the ground and started kissing the dock. Hearing footsteps, I pulled myself together as a short man with a ridiculous top hat and a handlebar mustache approached with an extra umbrella in hand.
"Excuse me young man." He said in a funny high-pitched voice. "You wouldn't happen to be Mazrim by any chance?"
Standing tall I steadied myself and regarded him evenly.
"That is me."
*****
Chapter 1: Arrival at Mineral Village
******
The wind blew through my hair as I struggled to stand up straight. Clutching my the wound at my side, I staggered forward. The sound of cheers echoed throughout the repugnant air as I surveyed the scene before me. It had been a long and bloody battle. Corpses of friend and foe alike littered the ground. The valley that had once been lush and green, dotted with flowers, was now an unrecognizable wasteland, stained red with blood.
It had been a long battle indeed.
At least it was finally over. The war that had lasted for the better part of 5 years was finally over with this last bloodbath. The enemy we had strived to defeat. a madman who of course had wanted to take over the world. had been found dead in his palace. He had committed suicide. To this day, it still makes me angry that he had escaped so easily. We all wanted to make him suffer as we all had. But, as the saying goes, dead is dead. At least it was finally over.
As we made our way back to camp, I began to think about what to do when I get back. It wasn't like I had much waiting for me. my parents had died a long time ago, I had no wife or girlfriend to go home to. Heck, I don't even have a home. In fact, the only living relative I have is my grandfather, but he lives in some small village I've never heard of. A farmer, I think.
"Mail call!" I jumped in surprise, taking only a moment to glare at my friend, Rett, as he snickered.
"Do that again, and we'll be bringing you back home in pieces, Rett."
"Heheh. Sorry Masrim, but you just seemed to be too deep in thought. Someone's gotta reel you back in to reality." Smiling, he punched my in the shoulder. "Hey, relax. We're finally going home!" Rubbing my arm, I stared at Rett. The man was always in a joking mood, up until you swung a sword at him. Even then, he would take a moment to crack a joke at the wisdom of attacking a man twice your size before swinging his huge sword and cleaving you in half. It never ceased to amaze me how carefree he could be.
Shaking my head, I came out of my thoughts. "So, you got some mail from your wife, Rett?" Laughing, he slapped my back, nearly knocking me down to the ground.
"Hell yes I did! She can't wait for me to get back home! Gotta catch up for lost time, if you know what I mean!" Suddenly, he became more serious. "That's not what I meant, though. You got something today. I think it's from your grandfather."
He gave me the letter and waited as I opened it. What I saw, shocked me.
Dear Mazrim,
I regret to inform you that your grandfather has passed away. He was a great man and will be missed by us all. While we understand that it is a sad time for you, as it is with all of us, we must request that you come down to Mineral Village to take care of some affairs related to the farmland that he owned. Please come by as soon as possible so we can work everything out.
With deepest sympathies, Mayor Thomas
It was as if my entire world had come to a screeching halt. Rett must have known something was wrong, because he stood silently watching. Grandpa Jack had been the only living family I had left in the world. I remembered the days when I was a child that I had spent playing on his farm. Those day's would never come back ever again. Now I truly am alone.
"Mazrim, I'm sorry. I know how meaningless words may sound right now. Just know that if you ever need a place to stay, you could always live with us. My wife and kids would love to have you over." Smiling, he slapped me on the back. "You could even teach the kids how to play that ocarina of yours."
My ocarina. It used to be my father's. He had gotten it from grandpa when he was my age, and had given it to me before he had died. It was a family heirloom of sorts. I had plenty of times where I had played it at night when we thought we were never going to live to see the next day. I had to admit; I had gotten pretty damn good at it.
Shaking my head once again, I smiled at Rett.
"Thanks, Rett. You are a true friend. But I need to make my own way in the world."
Smiling, Rett patted my own the shoulder. "Just know that the offer still stands if you ever need it."
The rest of the trip back was pretty much uneventful. After two weeks, we had made it back to the Midland, our home country. After a final handshake and a hard slap on the back that nearly knocked the wind out of me, Rett and I went our separate ways. In a week, I was on a ferry heading to Mineral Village.
Of course, I had to choose the one day that a storm was passing through.
The small boat was being tossed around in the water like a toy. I was in my cabin. It would be suicide to go out on the deck with all the chaos out there. In all my days during the war, I had found that the thing I hated more than anything else was sailing.
I hated it.
Suddenly, the boat lurched forward as another wave struck the side. I could hear the captain barking orders at the crew as the waves tossed us up and down and up and down. I felt sick again. Diving to catch the trashcan as it rolled by, I proceeded to empty my stomach for the fifth time in the last hour.
Oh how I hate it.
I was glad to reach solid ground again. It was still raining outside, but not nearly as bad as it had been on the ship. Stumbling off the ship, I fell down to the ground and started kissing the dock. Hearing footsteps, I pulled myself together as a short man with a ridiculous top hat and a handlebar mustache approached with an extra umbrella in hand.
"Excuse me young man." He said in a funny high-pitched voice. "You wouldn't happen to be Mazrim by any chance?"
Standing tall I steadied myself and regarded him evenly.
"That is me."
*****