Forgiving or forgiven
Seifer looked one last time at the wreckage of the train, before retreating back into the forest. He walked carefully around the trees, trying to watch for roots and low branches at the same time. He carried on walking for about ten minutes, Fujin, Raijin and Quistis following him, until they approached a large clearing.
"We should go back to the train soon, and see if we can salvage anything of use," Seifer said, eyes downcast. The rest of the small group nodded mutely, looking around the clearing wearily.
There was a rustle in the bushes to the right, and the group were instantly alert. The bushes rustled once more, and a cockatrice raced through the bushes, being chased by a wendigo. The cockatrice ran by, seemingly oblivious to the party in the centre of the clearing. The wendigo stopped when it saw the small gathering, and eyed the weapons, edging back, not trusting its capabilities in battle. The wendigo gave a short cry, and almost instantly the bushes surrounding the clearing all began to sway, as several creatures pushed past them.
Out of the bushes came a dozen wendigo, and, for some odd reason, the cockatrice had made another appearance. Seifer was sure it was the same one, it had the same peculiar marking under its eyes. The little group all stood back-to-back, not leaving an opening for the wendigos to explore. The wendigo who seemed to be the leader slowly made its way towards the posse, looking menacing. the other wendigo followed suit, closing in on the small gang, leaving no way of escape. The cockatrice ran forwards, and leapt into the middle of the circle, and that's when the fray began.
"There's no way out! We'll have to fight through!" Quistis exclaimed, cracking her whip at the cockatrice, which was cleanly cut in half.
Quistis swung her whip around, keeping the creatures at bay, and ripping chunks of flesh off of those who got too close. Fujin was having a slightly easier time, doubling up with Raijin. Fujin would use wind magic and float on those unlucky enough to come within her range, while Raijin finished them off with his staff. Seifer was enjoying the heat of the battle, cutting and slicing his way through the powerful creatures. A wendigo from behind leapt towards him, managing to unsettle his balance. That was the only opening one of its comrades needed, and leapt upon the body of the man, tearing at his clothing, and Seifer's Hyperion skidded out of range, amongst the vicious battle that was taking place in the opening of trees.
From the other side of the glade, Quistis witnessed Seifer's struggle with the wendigo, and instantly started fighting to reach his side. The leading wendigo stepped in front of her, the only obstacle between her and her future goal. she cracked her whip, and approached the vile creature that was stopping her. In her eyes, the battle raging around her was not taking place, all she could see was the body of Seifer on the floor, being attacked, and the wendigo in front of her, blocking her path. Before Quistis could attack the beast, Fujin and Raijin appeared at her side, and quickly took care of the leading wendigo. The rest of the mob realized that their leader had been killed, and started attacking the humans with a new passion, rage in each of their actions at the demise of their leader. Quistis managed a small nod of thanks, before rushing to Seifer's side, and getting rid of the foul brute that was assulting Seifer. She helped him stand up, staying by his side, searching through the masses of bodies that littered the floor of the clearing for Seifer's weapon. she spotted it on the outskirsts of the clearing, and summersaulted to where his abandoned weapon lay. She quickly picked it up and tossed it to Seifer, who caught it with a smile of thanks.
On the outskirts of the clearing, eyes were watching the onslaught that was happening. The eyes narrowed, and watched the humans carry on fighting, even if they were dangerously outnumbered. 'Well,' the mysterious perosn thought, 'They aren't that easy to get rid of.' A voice answered quietly, 'Well, there'll be plenty of chances in the future...'
The battle was turning in the favour of the beasts, when Orion entered the battle, from an edge in the clearing, instantly slaying three of the brutes unlucky enough to get in his way. The party had seriously diminished, leaving four of the animals standing. The creatures looked over the situation, and fled the scene, after assessing that they would never make it out of the battle alive.
The gang of five sheathed their weapons, and met together in the centre of the clearing.
"ORION," Fujin assessed, looking at him.
"Where did you disappear to in Balamb, ya know?" asked Raijin.
"Are you alright now?" Orion asked, ignoring Raijin's question.
"We'll live," Quistis sighed, looking at the battlefield before them.
"Good," remarked Orion. "What are you doing in the woods?"
"Escaping from a mad dragon and a train crash," Seifer said quietly. "Which reminds me, we have to go back to the train and aquire what we can," Seifer started walking back in the general direction of the train, the rest of the band following silently.
When they got to the train, the stench of burning invaded their nostrils, causing their eyes to water and for them to cough. They slowly approached the smouldering train, and looked around for any supplies that could be of any use. Seifer managed to find a first aid kit, which had been spared from the flames, and he also found his bag, which had been burnt at the corners, but didn't seem any worse. He also found Quistis, Fujin and Raijin's things, and slung them over his shoulder. They met at the edge of the woods, and Seifer gave the others their rightful belongings.
They trudged in silence back towards the clearing full of death, and took berries and fruits from the trees as they passed, eating some while saving some. By the time they got to the clearing, their arms were laden with edible fruits, and when they stopped in the clearing, they placed the fruits carefully in Fujin's spare bag. Then, Fujin and Raijin agreed to go and get firewood so they could have a meal before they went to sleep. The train journey would have reached Deling in the morning, but it was stopped from running its original course because of Rikku's allies.
When Fujin and Raijin came back, arms laden with firewood, they saw that Seifer, Quistis and Orion had found the carcass of the cockatrice and placed the two halves on a wooden spit, suspended over a pit that was for the fire. The cockatrice was taken from the two posts, and put it carefully on Raijin's bag, so that it didn't get dirty. The fire was built, but it was another hour before it could cook anything on it. Because the spit was wooden, they let the fire dwindle down until it was slowly simmering, with a small lick of flame, not enough to set the spit on fire, but enough to slowly cook the body of the fowl.
The ate a good meal of fruit and meat, well, it was good considering the provisions they were provided with.
'It will be time soon,' Orion thought, as the posse lay down for the night, wrapped up in extra layers of clothes. 'Don't rush it...'
Well? I thought it was the best one I've written so far! Must be all the reading I do... Anyway, can you please review? Thanks to Gunblade Girl, for sticking with me.
Seifer looked one last time at the wreckage of the train, before retreating back into the forest. He walked carefully around the trees, trying to watch for roots and low branches at the same time. He carried on walking for about ten minutes, Fujin, Raijin and Quistis following him, until they approached a large clearing.
"We should go back to the train soon, and see if we can salvage anything of use," Seifer said, eyes downcast. The rest of the small group nodded mutely, looking around the clearing wearily.
There was a rustle in the bushes to the right, and the group were instantly alert. The bushes rustled once more, and a cockatrice raced through the bushes, being chased by a wendigo. The cockatrice ran by, seemingly oblivious to the party in the centre of the clearing. The wendigo stopped when it saw the small gathering, and eyed the weapons, edging back, not trusting its capabilities in battle. The wendigo gave a short cry, and almost instantly the bushes surrounding the clearing all began to sway, as several creatures pushed past them.
Out of the bushes came a dozen wendigo, and, for some odd reason, the cockatrice had made another appearance. Seifer was sure it was the same one, it had the same peculiar marking under its eyes. The little group all stood back-to-back, not leaving an opening for the wendigos to explore. The wendigo who seemed to be the leader slowly made its way towards the posse, looking menacing. the other wendigo followed suit, closing in on the small gang, leaving no way of escape. The cockatrice ran forwards, and leapt into the middle of the circle, and that's when the fray began.
"There's no way out! We'll have to fight through!" Quistis exclaimed, cracking her whip at the cockatrice, which was cleanly cut in half.
Quistis swung her whip around, keeping the creatures at bay, and ripping chunks of flesh off of those who got too close. Fujin was having a slightly easier time, doubling up with Raijin. Fujin would use wind magic and float on those unlucky enough to come within her range, while Raijin finished them off with his staff. Seifer was enjoying the heat of the battle, cutting and slicing his way through the powerful creatures. A wendigo from behind leapt towards him, managing to unsettle his balance. That was the only opening one of its comrades needed, and leapt upon the body of the man, tearing at his clothing, and Seifer's Hyperion skidded out of range, amongst the vicious battle that was taking place in the opening of trees.
From the other side of the glade, Quistis witnessed Seifer's struggle with the wendigo, and instantly started fighting to reach his side. The leading wendigo stepped in front of her, the only obstacle between her and her future goal. she cracked her whip, and approached the vile creature that was stopping her. In her eyes, the battle raging around her was not taking place, all she could see was the body of Seifer on the floor, being attacked, and the wendigo in front of her, blocking her path. Before Quistis could attack the beast, Fujin and Raijin appeared at her side, and quickly took care of the leading wendigo. The rest of the mob realized that their leader had been killed, and started attacking the humans with a new passion, rage in each of their actions at the demise of their leader. Quistis managed a small nod of thanks, before rushing to Seifer's side, and getting rid of the foul brute that was assulting Seifer. She helped him stand up, staying by his side, searching through the masses of bodies that littered the floor of the clearing for Seifer's weapon. she spotted it on the outskirsts of the clearing, and summersaulted to where his abandoned weapon lay. She quickly picked it up and tossed it to Seifer, who caught it with a smile of thanks.
On the outskirts of the clearing, eyes were watching the onslaught that was happening. The eyes narrowed, and watched the humans carry on fighting, even if they were dangerously outnumbered. 'Well,' the mysterious perosn thought, 'They aren't that easy to get rid of.' A voice answered quietly, 'Well, there'll be plenty of chances in the future...'
The battle was turning in the favour of the beasts, when Orion entered the battle, from an edge in the clearing, instantly slaying three of the brutes unlucky enough to get in his way. The party had seriously diminished, leaving four of the animals standing. The creatures looked over the situation, and fled the scene, after assessing that they would never make it out of the battle alive.
The gang of five sheathed their weapons, and met together in the centre of the clearing.
"ORION," Fujin assessed, looking at him.
"Where did you disappear to in Balamb, ya know?" asked Raijin.
"Are you alright now?" Orion asked, ignoring Raijin's question.
"We'll live," Quistis sighed, looking at the battlefield before them.
"Good," remarked Orion. "What are you doing in the woods?"
"Escaping from a mad dragon and a train crash," Seifer said quietly. "Which reminds me, we have to go back to the train and aquire what we can," Seifer started walking back in the general direction of the train, the rest of the band following silently.
When they got to the train, the stench of burning invaded their nostrils, causing their eyes to water and for them to cough. They slowly approached the smouldering train, and looked around for any supplies that could be of any use. Seifer managed to find a first aid kit, which had been spared from the flames, and he also found his bag, which had been burnt at the corners, but didn't seem any worse. He also found Quistis, Fujin and Raijin's things, and slung them over his shoulder. They met at the edge of the woods, and Seifer gave the others their rightful belongings.
They trudged in silence back towards the clearing full of death, and took berries and fruits from the trees as they passed, eating some while saving some. By the time they got to the clearing, their arms were laden with edible fruits, and when they stopped in the clearing, they placed the fruits carefully in Fujin's spare bag. Then, Fujin and Raijin agreed to go and get firewood so they could have a meal before they went to sleep. The train journey would have reached Deling in the morning, but it was stopped from running its original course because of Rikku's allies.
When Fujin and Raijin came back, arms laden with firewood, they saw that Seifer, Quistis and Orion had found the carcass of the cockatrice and placed the two halves on a wooden spit, suspended over a pit that was for the fire. The cockatrice was taken from the two posts, and put it carefully on Raijin's bag, so that it didn't get dirty. The fire was built, but it was another hour before it could cook anything on it. Because the spit was wooden, they let the fire dwindle down until it was slowly simmering, with a small lick of flame, not enough to set the spit on fire, but enough to slowly cook the body of the fowl.
The ate a good meal of fruit and meat, well, it was good considering the provisions they were provided with.
'It will be time soon,' Orion thought, as the posse lay down for the night, wrapped up in extra layers of clothes. 'Don't rush it...'
Well? I thought it was the best one I've written so far! Must be all the reading I do... Anyway, can you please review? Thanks to Gunblade Girl, for sticking with me.