Hey thanks for reading and reviewing again Xmaster. And I totally agree
with you about how going to the hospital is really annoying. You know, that
funky medicine smell that sort of sticks to you even after you leave the
hospital, well I hate that. And the white walls... so sterile looking, which
freaks me out!!!
Anyway, I'm glad that you are enjoying my fic.
CHAPTER 12
"And what about you?" asked Landien. The summoner honestly wanted to know the reason for Elohim's decision to want to become his guardian; for what reason he wasn't completely sure. All he knew was that he wanted... no - needed to know. 'Please tell me...' hoped the summoner silently as he waited for the other to answer.
"I do this because I believe this is a noble pursuit that I wish to take part in and because my friend, who has involved himself in this, has asked me, as a friend, to help him." Answered Elohim, his voice slightly shaky as thought he was hiding something. "Is that all..." questioned Landien, slightly disappointed by this.
As he turned his head to face his companion and looked into Elohim's eyes, he saw that his words had somehow rattled the normally composed individual beside him. The obsidian orbs that stared back at him were filled with reluctance and something else that Landien could not identify.
'Why are you afraid...' wondered the summoner as he tried to look deeper into the younger man. His effort was in vain for Elohim had looked away, his eyes closed as in reflection. "Don't be afraid..." said Landien, voicing out his thoughts.
These words made the valet turn and open his eyes at what he had heard; this forced Elohim to meet the dark-haired summoner's ashen eyes. "I won't laugh." Promised Landien, his voice gracious and his eyes unpresuming. This gentleness touched the silver-haired man. 'You are truly kind, Summoner.' Thought Elohim as his lips curved into a sweet smile, which was returned by the Landien.
"Also, I wish to become your guardian because I want to help you, Landien." Answered Elohim honestly and without hesitation. This made the summoner grin even wider. "Then it would be an honor to have you and Olin as my guardians." Declared Landien as he stood and bowed to the younger man. The newly initiated guardian stood and bowed deeply and reverently to his new charge.
...
"You did what?" exclaimed Ilised in disbelief. "Landi?" queried Lydia, just as skeptically as her fellow guardian. "That's right, I've accepted their offer." Replied Landien firmly and emphatically. "It's a very generous offer. How could I possibly refuse it?" he added with much gusto. Both of his companions were still staring at him with the most incredulous looks.
"Come one..." sighed Landien, shocked at Lydia and Ilised's disapproval, as he gave them both a poignant look. "If you think it's best." Replied his sister, clearly moved by his pitiful gaze. "Thank you." Declared the summoner, grateful for his beloved sister's support. "Ilised?" said Landien, clasping his older friend's hands together and planting a kiss on each of them, in a most pitiful tone. "Alright!" exclaimed Ilised, annoyed.
"But they'd better not make any trouble." Warned the older guardian menacingly. "They won't, I promise." Said the summoner gratefully.
-...-
"He said yes?" clarified Olin as Elohim helped him get into some of his simpler clothes. "That's right. He has agreed." Replied the valet half- heartedly as he finished dressing his master. Elohim had much on his mind, most of which concern Olin.
"So, what do think, sword or projectile?" asked the older man as he held out two of his best weapons for his valet's inspection. "Elohim?" called out the brown-haired man, surprised at his manservant's inattention.
"Olin," began the younger man, who held two beautifully crafted short- swords, both about two feet in length, in each hand. "I don't think you should come." Finished Elohim dejectedly. "I don't think you're fit enough for this." He quickly added, trying his best to explain his honest and good intentions. "You might... die." He continued solemnly and cautiously, afraid to jostle his master's temper.
"Thank you for worrying about me," said Olin grateful for his dearest friend's concern. "But I need to do this." Continued the older man resolutely as he put down the weapons in his hand and approached the younger man. "But..." retorted Elohim, but Olin had quickly put a finger to his lips for silence.
"If you want, I won't fight but I have to be there with her." Bargained Olin, clearly desperate to follow through with his decision. "Please..." he begged as he leaned into Elohim's chest hoping it would sway his valet's verdict. "All right, I accept your offer." Replied Elohim, defeated. "Thank you, thank you..." sighed Olin, relieved at Elohim's approval.
...
The walk through the Macalania Woods was very quiet and tense. All of the guardians were reluctant to speak - each for their own reason. Landien on the other hand, had tried several times to break the awkward silence with trivial conversation, all of which were in vain for none of his companions had responded.
So far they had encountered few fiends, but most of the battles they had fought were extremely difficult and were with a few near fatalities. Only minutes ago, the Summoner himself had almost been killed by a Chimera. Luckily, Elohim had been quick enough to respond immediately. Unfortunately, Ilised had not looked so pleased after that battle.
'We are divided...' reasoned Landien, who saw that his new guardians were a bit further behind Lydia, Ilised and himself. He also noticed that the both of them were conversing with each other. 'Why must we be this way?' wondered Landien as his thoughts began to wander back to more pressing matters.
'Perhaps this is how it should be...' thought the Landien defeated. 'I should just go along with flow, I suppose.' He concluded silently, accepting the uncomfortable quiet, as he felt the cold wind blowing in from Lake Macalania.
-...-
"Elohim, how can I possibly continue like this?" Hissed Olin, agitated at the fact that so far he not been of any help to anyone whatsoever. "When Landien fell earlier from that Chimera's attack, I had no means of helping him," continued the flustered brown-haired man. "I swear, Ilised looked as if he were about to kill me when I could do nothing." Said Olin seething from frustration.
"Olin, we made a deal." Whispered Elohim as he firmly gripped the other man's arm. "I know that." Retorted the older man venomously as he shrugged off the silver-haired man's grip. "Besides, I was there to help Landien." Argued Elohim defensively. "But what am I to do when you aren't there?" debated Olin. The younger man remained silent at this.
"You have to allow me to do something, I am a guardian." Pressed Olin softly, not wanting the others to hear what he was saying, especially Lydia. "All right." Agreed Elohim apathetically, not wanting to have his frail friend have to fight. "Here." Said the younger man as he handed Olin a bag containing a vast assortment of items. "What am I suppose to do with these?" questioned the older man, raising his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Mix them... combine them, they're bound to do something." Answered Elohim, unsure of his own answer. "That's it?" clarified Olin, clearly unsatisfied with the younger man's answer. "Well, you are just going to use them in emergencies." Defended the silver-haired man. "Fine." Sighed Olin.
-...-
As they exited the woods, the low temperature and snow came as quite a shock to Lydia. 'Why didn't I listen to Ilised?' cursed the young woman as she thought of her refusal to wear heavier clothing earlier that day, her entire body began to shiver from the vicious cold. "Are you all right?" inquired Landien having noticed his sister's shuddering. "I'm cold." Answered the mage, her teeth clattering as she spoke. "Here." Said her older brother as he handed her his cloak.
'We're almost there... this is the last temple before we head out to Zanarkand.' Lamented Lydia as he pulled the cloak tighter to herself trying in vain to keep warm. 'The last temple before you go to meet... death, my brother.' Thought the miserable mage as she looked at Landien. 'How can he be so calm?' she wondered, noting that he did not seem the slightest bit nervous. 'Have you accepted death...' she pondered as a single tear trickled down her cheek.
NOTE:
As the group travels through Macalania territory, Yuna and co. are fighting Seymour...
Also, please give me criticism (bad or good) and suggestions as to what to do next, 'coz I honestly do not have any idea what to do next!!!
Anyway, I'm glad that you are enjoying my fic.
CHAPTER 12
"And what about you?" asked Landien. The summoner honestly wanted to know the reason for Elohim's decision to want to become his guardian; for what reason he wasn't completely sure. All he knew was that he wanted... no - needed to know. 'Please tell me...' hoped the summoner silently as he waited for the other to answer.
"I do this because I believe this is a noble pursuit that I wish to take part in and because my friend, who has involved himself in this, has asked me, as a friend, to help him." Answered Elohim, his voice slightly shaky as thought he was hiding something. "Is that all..." questioned Landien, slightly disappointed by this.
As he turned his head to face his companion and looked into Elohim's eyes, he saw that his words had somehow rattled the normally composed individual beside him. The obsidian orbs that stared back at him were filled with reluctance and something else that Landien could not identify.
'Why are you afraid...' wondered the summoner as he tried to look deeper into the younger man. His effort was in vain for Elohim had looked away, his eyes closed as in reflection. "Don't be afraid..." said Landien, voicing out his thoughts.
These words made the valet turn and open his eyes at what he had heard; this forced Elohim to meet the dark-haired summoner's ashen eyes. "I won't laugh." Promised Landien, his voice gracious and his eyes unpresuming. This gentleness touched the silver-haired man. 'You are truly kind, Summoner.' Thought Elohim as his lips curved into a sweet smile, which was returned by the Landien.
"Also, I wish to become your guardian because I want to help you, Landien." Answered Elohim honestly and without hesitation. This made the summoner grin even wider. "Then it would be an honor to have you and Olin as my guardians." Declared Landien as he stood and bowed to the younger man. The newly initiated guardian stood and bowed deeply and reverently to his new charge.
...
"You did what?" exclaimed Ilised in disbelief. "Landi?" queried Lydia, just as skeptically as her fellow guardian. "That's right, I've accepted their offer." Replied Landien firmly and emphatically. "It's a very generous offer. How could I possibly refuse it?" he added with much gusto. Both of his companions were still staring at him with the most incredulous looks.
"Come one..." sighed Landien, shocked at Lydia and Ilised's disapproval, as he gave them both a poignant look. "If you think it's best." Replied his sister, clearly moved by his pitiful gaze. "Thank you." Declared the summoner, grateful for his beloved sister's support. "Ilised?" said Landien, clasping his older friend's hands together and planting a kiss on each of them, in a most pitiful tone. "Alright!" exclaimed Ilised, annoyed.
"But they'd better not make any trouble." Warned the older guardian menacingly. "They won't, I promise." Said the summoner gratefully.
-...-
"He said yes?" clarified Olin as Elohim helped him get into some of his simpler clothes. "That's right. He has agreed." Replied the valet half- heartedly as he finished dressing his master. Elohim had much on his mind, most of which concern Olin.
"So, what do think, sword or projectile?" asked the older man as he held out two of his best weapons for his valet's inspection. "Elohim?" called out the brown-haired man, surprised at his manservant's inattention.
"Olin," began the younger man, who held two beautifully crafted short- swords, both about two feet in length, in each hand. "I don't think you should come." Finished Elohim dejectedly. "I don't think you're fit enough for this." He quickly added, trying his best to explain his honest and good intentions. "You might... die." He continued solemnly and cautiously, afraid to jostle his master's temper.
"Thank you for worrying about me," said Olin grateful for his dearest friend's concern. "But I need to do this." Continued the older man resolutely as he put down the weapons in his hand and approached the younger man. "But..." retorted Elohim, but Olin had quickly put a finger to his lips for silence.
"If you want, I won't fight but I have to be there with her." Bargained Olin, clearly desperate to follow through with his decision. "Please..." he begged as he leaned into Elohim's chest hoping it would sway his valet's verdict. "All right, I accept your offer." Replied Elohim, defeated. "Thank you, thank you..." sighed Olin, relieved at Elohim's approval.
...
The walk through the Macalania Woods was very quiet and tense. All of the guardians were reluctant to speak - each for their own reason. Landien on the other hand, had tried several times to break the awkward silence with trivial conversation, all of which were in vain for none of his companions had responded.
So far they had encountered few fiends, but most of the battles they had fought were extremely difficult and were with a few near fatalities. Only minutes ago, the Summoner himself had almost been killed by a Chimera. Luckily, Elohim had been quick enough to respond immediately. Unfortunately, Ilised had not looked so pleased after that battle.
'We are divided...' reasoned Landien, who saw that his new guardians were a bit further behind Lydia, Ilised and himself. He also noticed that the both of them were conversing with each other. 'Why must we be this way?' wondered Landien as his thoughts began to wander back to more pressing matters.
'Perhaps this is how it should be...' thought the Landien defeated. 'I should just go along with flow, I suppose.' He concluded silently, accepting the uncomfortable quiet, as he felt the cold wind blowing in from Lake Macalania.
-...-
"Elohim, how can I possibly continue like this?" Hissed Olin, agitated at the fact that so far he not been of any help to anyone whatsoever. "When Landien fell earlier from that Chimera's attack, I had no means of helping him," continued the flustered brown-haired man. "I swear, Ilised looked as if he were about to kill me when I could do nothing." Said Olin seething from frustration.
"Olin, we made a deal." Whispered Elohim as he firmly gripped the other man's arm. "I know that." Retorted the older man venomously as he shrugged off the silver-haired man's grip. "Besides, I was there to help Landien." Argued Elohim defensively. "But what am I to do when you aren't there?" debated Olin. The younger man remained silent at this.
"You have to allow me to do something, I am a guardian." Pressed Olin softly, not wanting the others to hear what he was saying, especially Lydia. "All right." Agreed Elohim apathetically, not wanting to have his frail friend have to fight. "Here." Said the younger man as he handed Olin a bag containing a vast assortment of items. "What am I suppose to do with these?" questioned the older man, raising his eyebrow in skepticism.
"Mix them... combine them, they're bound to do something." Answered Elohim, unsure of his own answer. "That's it?" clarified Olin, clearly unsatisfied with the younger man's answer. "Well, you are just going to use them in emergencies." Defended the silver-haired man. "Fine." Sighed Olin.
-...-
As they exited the woods, the low temperature and snow came as quite a shock to Lydia. 'Why didn't I listen to Ilised?' cursed the young woman as she thought of her refusal to wear heavier clothing earlier that day, her entire body began to shiver from the vicious cold. "Are you all right?" inquired Landien having noticed his sister's shuddering. "I'm cold." Answered the mage, her teeth clattering as she spoke. "Here." Said her older brother as he handed her his cloak.
'We're almost there... this is the last temple before we head out to Zanarkand.' Lamented Lydia as he pulled the cloak tighter to herself trying in vain to keep warm. 'The last temple before you go to meet... death, my brother.' Thought the miserable mage as she looked at Landien. 'How can he be so calm?' she wondered, noting that he did not seem the slightest bit nervous. 'Have you accepted death...' she pondered as a single tear trickled down her cheek.
NOTE:
As the group travels through Macalania territory, Yuna and co. are fighting Seymour...
Also, please give me criticism (bad or good) and suggestions as to what to do next, 'coz I honestly do not have any idea what to do next!!!