The Son of Auron: The Ruba Spheres
Chapter 2
The Deadly Discovery
All throughout the thunder plains, everything seemed peaceful and quiet with the exception of the thunder echoing around the land.
Then, the crunching steps were heard throughout the plains.
The footsteps belonged to a pair of heavy boots and they belonged to a pair of strong legs covered by a pair of dark blue pants.
The legs were joined to a broad torso bearing a large shirt with the sleeves cut off and a flame insignia on the front.
The wearer of the shirt had two strong arms and a hardened face and night black hair.
For years, he had had one dream and now, he felt his time had come.
A soldier was his goal and not just a soldier, but a crusader.
He was approaching the military base, which was also the headquarters for the crusaders at the time.
Arriving at the large double doors, he waited as the security camera scanned him in case he were to be a fiend.
Finally, the gates opened and he entered with pride on his face.
He was met by two guards who parted as he passed by without pausing.
He continued down the long halls until he finally reached the doorway to the briefing room.
The buzzer at the side panel clicked to life and said, "Are you here for the meeting?"
The man said yes and the com said again, "Please state your name and we will check for your listings."
The man took a second and replied, "My name... is Olo. Olo Eopia."
-
My mother was washing some dishes in the main room when I rushed in to tell her of my injury.
Examining my hand, she exclaimed, "Now where could that be from? I know, it's that bloody stick that you have been carving. I told your father it was a bad idea but he wouldn't-"
At the mention of my father, she stopped and wrapped my wound up in cloth and sent me outside to play.
As I strolled down the path to my secret place, I pondered the source of the hole.
How did I get it and how did I not feel it and notice it?
I knew that I wasn't because of my stick, because I was careful with it always.
That reminded me to run home and retrieve it from behind the house.
I continued walking while swinging my stick at the ground.
At times, I would pretend that I was a guardian for a powerful summoner and I fought Sin alongside my father with pride.
I continued to wander until I reached my shelter on the cliffs.
I laid down my stick and lay down on my back and gazed at the passing clouds.
My father always told me that what you see in a cloud can affect your future but I didn't quite understand how.
I thought I saw a cloud shaped like a long dark axe but I soon found myself falling into a deep sleep.
-
The man stood before a semi-circle table where generals, colonels, sergeants, and many other high ranking officers sat.
The man's name was Olo Eopia and he had traveled a long way in his life to get to where he was.
"Ah, Olo Eopia is it?" asked the center crusader and Olo Eopia nodded and said, "Yes sir, but if I may, I prefer to be called Olo if it is all right with all of you."
The general said, "It is fine, Olo, but in the future, I or any other officers may call you what you want, is that clear?"
Olo nodded and the officer continued, "Now, tell me, what are your skills?"
Olo seemed to brighten in spirit as he said, "I am skilled at any for of combat, preferably with swords, sir!"
The general seemed to smirk, "Well, that would be a fine asset to our group, but in the trials, you must prove it to us. Now, do you have your papers containing the required papers containing your education and approved signatures of legal guardians, mentors, and supervisors?"
Olo stepped forward, pulled out a folded sheet of paper and handed it to the officer saying, "Here they are general sir!"
The other officers began whispering among one another.
The man at the head of the table stood up and said with a hint of anger in his voice, "That is no general you speak to, and you will, in the future, refer to the High Lord Mi'hen by his proper and formal name. Failure to comply to this will result in serious punishment."
Olo seemed to have had his soal ripped out of him at that moment.
He quickly apologized and was dismissed from the room.
As he was leaving, he heard Lord Mi'hen call out, "You are to report to the combat trial in exactly one month. The earlier you are, the better, but if you are late, you will lose your position in the crusaders."
-
I found myself awoken by a heavy shaking and a series of laughter.
I opened my eyes but I soon regretted it.
Scartra stood over me with his friends behind him.
"Finally wake up, loser?" he sneered.
I attempted to stand but his booted foot pushed me back to the ground.
He continued, "So, I heard that your dad left last night. Looks like you got nobody to save you anymore."
"Shut up, when he gets back, I am gonna tell him what you guy did while he was gone," I yelled.
Scartra's face hardened into an angry look, "Face it, your dad's gonna die!"
I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I received another series of laughter from the intruders.
Scartra picked up my stick and said, "Well, what's this, a great sword? Well let's see how well it does."
His friends rushed over to hold me down as Scartra took my whittled stick and slashed my face causing a shallow cut to appear and a trickle of blood fall down with it.
He cackled and said, "Well, I have to hand it to you, it is pretty...pointy!"
His friends laughed and forced me to my feet.
Scartra paced around before walking to the cliff edge where he held out my stick over the side.
"DON'T!" I yelled but despite my cries and pleas, he dropped the stick over the edge.
If there weren't three boys holding me up, I would have sunk to my knees and weeped.
Scartra then whispered something in his friend's ears that I didn't hear and they walked towards me.
Scartra through a series of punches at me and were followed by a series of kicks and punches from his friends.
I suffered blow after blow and I could only cry and take more hits.
Scartra stopped and said, "What's this?" he asked indicating at an object sticking out of my pocket.
I tried to stop him from taking it out, but I was helpless as he did.
It was a ruby on a gold chain studded with mythril that my parents had given me as a birth present.
Scartra examined it and said, "I'd keep it but I have a better idea."
He held this over the edge of the cliff where it was directly in front of my face.
"It can join the tree branch," Scartra said with a laugh.
I was lucky to get one arm free as I reached out toward a laughing Scartra and my necklace.
"3," Scartra began.
"STOP!" I screamed.
"2," he continued.
"NO!" I cried.
With a smile, Scartra said, "One."
"DADDY!" I screamed reaching out my hand once more.
Before Scartra could drop the jewel, something happened then that changed the rest of my life.
The wooden stick that Scartra had dropped of the cliff suddenly shot out of my outstretched hand where a round hole was.
Scartra stopped laughing as the wooden sword shot through his open mouth, and pierced through the back of his head.
Scartra sank to his knees with a huge grin and constant blood dripping off his mouth, and then fell to a heap on the grass.
His friends released me and ran off screaming in fright.
Startled, I too picked up my jewel and ran off back to the safest place I could think of: home.
As I dashed to my home, I saw people staring after me whispering to each other.
Some even screamed or fainted. Had the boys spread the word that fast?
Arriving at home, I told my mother of what had happened and she cried for a long before we heard a knock at the door.
Two royal guards from Bevelle stood in the doorway, looking angry.
"May I help you?" my mother asked.
"You know why we are here," said a guard blankly.
I stepped forward and invited them in.
I told them both the story of what had happened and they just nodded their heads.
Finally, when I had finished, they stood and said, "We must take the case back to Bevelle and discuss it with the maesters to decide if he is innocent or not, but he'll have to accompany us until a decision is made.
My mother tried not to cry as I was carried off by the large Bevelle vehicle in but I could see a tear stained face all the way from the Macalania Wood entrance.
The whole way there, the guards were silent and when we arrived at the palace gates, I was shoved out of the back and forced to stay at their sides.
Finally, I was brought before the entire council of maesters who stared at me as I was commanded to report the story.
When I reached the part with the sword ejecting out of my hand, whey seemed to whisper amongst themselves.
After I was finished, I was taken to a room in the back while I waited for the council to reach a decision.
The room was soundproof so I was unable to hear their conversation.
I even thought I saw a young man with jutting blue hair peek into the window at me, but he was gone in a flash.
Finally I was called forth and Maester Jyscal boomed outloud, "The council has discussed the matter and has decided to set you free, but you must stay within fifty yards away from all citizens of the Calm Lands, with an exception of your mother, until your predicament is under control. If you fail to adhere to this, you will be sentenced to five years in prison and, or correctional facility."
"Yes sir," was my reply and two hours later, I found myself in my mother's loving arms at home.
-
As the young Seymour Guado watched his father speak to the convicted boy, the more his hatred for him grew.
"How could he set him free when he could be such a great asset!" his mind hissed at him.
He turned in frustration and traveled to his chambers.
He was lying on his sofa a few hours later when an idea struck him.
Maybe the boy could find a way to him. Maybe he just needed a push in the right direction.
He summoned a guard and scribbled something on a peace of paper and inserted it into an envelope.
"Take this parchment to the Omega Ruins and place it on the altar at the furthest platform. That is all you must do. If you read it, I will kill you with the most painful weapon that we have," said Seymour.
The guard nodded nervously and ran off.
As he ran, he glanced down at the envelope.
On it was the insignia of Seymour and written in Seymour Guado's handwriting was just one word: Omega.
Seymour paced around his room some more and then in the lightest whisper said, "The boy will come."
-
I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep but it finally took me.
That was one of the last nights that I slept so peacefully.
That's when I remember the next night.
It was raining...
-
A/N: Another chapter done and I am wiped out! It's been fun though. I want to point out to all of those reading this fic that as far I know, the chappies might not be as long as the ones in The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira. It's just better not to cram too much information in each chapter. Anyway, time to answer some reviews.
Sword Master Jeff: Hey thanks for the compliment, I appreciate it. As for Clasko giving Jack the sphere, maybe he will, maybe he won't. You gotta know though that Clasko has no idea when the sphere was recorded and if Jack is still alive.
KuramaHasPrettyEyes: Thank you for you for your kind review and I admire your enthusiasm.
Darkness Kingdom: Wow, I never expected anyone to like my fics so much. Thanks for your motivations.
Well, thanks to all who reviewed and I hope to get more reviews. I'll try to update soon but I don't know how long I'll take. Anyway, thanks again for the reviews and I hope you enjoyed this chappie.
~Callik~
Chapter 2
The Deadly Discovery
All throughout the thunder plains, everything seemed peaceful and quiet with the exception of the thunder echoing around the land.
Then, the crunching steps were heard throughout the plains.
The footsteps belonged to a pair of heavy boots and they belonged to a pair of strong legs covered by a pair of dark blue pants.
The legs were joined to a broad torso bearing a large shirt with the sleeves cut off and a flame insignia on the front.
The wearer of the shirt had two strong arms and a hardened face and night black hair.
For years, he had had one dream and now, he felt his time had come.
A soldier was his goal and not just a soldier, but a crusader.
He was approaching the military base, which was also the headquarters for the crusaders at the time.
Arriving at the large double doors, he waited as the security camera scanned him in case he were to be a fiend.
Finally, the gates opened and he entered with pride on his face.
He was met by two guards who parted as he passed by without pausing.
He continued down the long halls until he finally reached the doorway to the briefing room.
The buzzer at the side panel clicked to life and said, "Are you here for the meeting?"
The man said yes and the com said again, "Please state your name and we will check for your listings."
The man took a second and replied, "My name... is Olo. Olo Eopia."
-
My mother was washing some dishes in the main room when I rushed in to tell her of my injury.
Examining my hand, she exclaimed, "Now where could that be from? I know, it's that bloody stick that you have been carving. I told your father it was a bad idea but he wouldn't-"
At the mention of my father, she stopped and wrapped my wound up in cloth and sent me outside to play.
As I strolled down the path to my secret place, I pondered the source of the hole.
How did I get it and how did I not feel it and notice it?
I knew that I wasn't because of my stick, because I was careful with it always.
That reminded me to run home and retrieve it from behind the house.
I continued walking while swinging my stick at the ground.
At times, I would pretend that I was a guardian for a powerful summoner and I fought Sin alongside my father with pride.
I continued to wander until I reached my shelter on the cliffs.
I laid down my stick and lay down on my back and gazed at the passing clouds.
My father always told me that what you see in a cloud can affect your future but I didn't quite understand how.
I thought I saw a cloud shaped like a long dark axe but I soon found myself falling into a deep sleep.
-
The man stood before a semi-circle table where generals, colonels, sergeants, and many other high ranking officers sat.
The man's name was Olo Eopia and he had traveled a long way in his life to get to where he was.
"Ah, Olo Eopia is it?" asked the center crusader and Olo Eopia nodded and said, "Yes sir, but if I may, I prefer to be called Olo if it is all right with all of you."
The general said, "It is fine, Olo, but in the future, I or any other officers may call you what you want, is that clear?"
Olo nodded and the officer continued, "Now, tell me, what are your skills?"
Olo seemed to brighten in spirit as he said, "I am skilled at any for of combat, preferably with swords, sir!"
The general seemed to smirk, "Well, that would be a fine asset to our group, but in the trials, you must prove it to us. Now, do you have your papers containing the required papers containing your education and approved signatures of legal guardians, mentors, and supervisors?"
Olo stepped forward, pulled out a folded sheet of paper and handed it to the officer saying, "Here they are general sir!"
The other officers began whispering among one another.
The man at the head of the table stood up and said with a hint of anger in his voice, "That is no general you speak to, and you will, in the future, refer to the High Lord Mi'hen by his proper and formal name. Failure to comply to this will result in serious punishment."
Olo seemed to have had his soal ripped out of him at that moment.
He quickly apologized and was dismissed from the room.
As he was leaving, he heard Lord Mi'hen call out, "You are to report to the combat trial in exactly one month. The earlier you are, the better, but if you are late, you will lose your position in the crusaders."
-
I found myself awoken by a heavy shaking and a series of laughter.
I opened my eyes but I soon regretted it.
Scartra stood over me with his friends behind him.
"Finally wake up, loser?" he sneered.
I attempted to stand but his booted foot pushed me back to the ground.
He continued, "So, I heard that your dad left last night. Looks like you got nobody to save you anymore."
"Shut up, when he gets back, I am gonna tell him what you guy did while he was gone," I yelled.
Scartra's face hardened into an angry look, "Face it, your dad's gonna die!"
I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I received another series of laughter from the intruders.
Scartra picked up my stick and said, "Well, what's this, a great sword? Well let's see how well it does."
His friends rushed over to hold me down as Scartra took my whittled stick and slashed my face causing a shallow cut to appear and a trickle of blood fall down with it.
He cackled and said, "Well, I have to hand it to you, it is pretty...pointy!"
His friends laughed and forced me to my feet.
Scartra paced around before walking to the cliff edge where he held out my stick over the side.
"DON'T!" I yelled but despite my cries and pleas, he dropped the stick over the edge.
If there weren't three boys holding me up, I would have sunk to my knees and weeped.
Scartra then whispered something in his friend's ears that I didn't hear and they walked towards me.
Scartra through a series of punches at me and were followed by a series of kicks and punches from his friends.
I suffered blow after blow and I could only cry and take more hits.
Scartra stopped and said, "What's this?" he asked indicating at an object sticking out of my pocket.
I tried to stop him from taking it out, but I was helpless as he did.
It was a ruby on a gold chain studded with mythril that my parents had given me as a birth present.
Scartra examined it and said, "I'd keep it but I have a better idea."
He held this over the edge of the cliff where it was directly in front of my face.
"It can join the tree branch," Scartra said with a laugh.
I was lucky to get one arm free as I reached out toward a laughing Scartra and my necklace.
"3," Scartra began.
"STOP!" I screamed.
"2," he continued.
"NO!" I cried.
With a smile, Scartra said, "One."
"DADDY!" I screamed reaching out my hand once more.
Before Scartra could drop the jewel, something happened then that changed the rest of my life.
The wooden stick that Scartra had dropped of the cliff suddenly shot out of my outstretched hand where a round hole was.
Scartra stopped laughing as the wooden sword shot through his open mouth, and pierced through the back of his head.
Scartra sank to his knees with a huge grin and constant blood dripping off his mouth, and then fell to a heap on the grass.
His friends released me and ran off screaming in fright.
Startled, I too picked up my jewel and ran off back to the safest place I could think of: home.
As I dashed to my home, I saw people staring after me whispering to each other.
Some even screamed or fainted. Had the boys spread the word that fast?
Arriving at home, I told my mother of what had happened and she cried for a long before we heard a knock at the door.
Two royal guards from Bevelle stood in the doorway, looking angry.
"May I help you?" my mother asked.
"You know why we are here," said a guard blankly.
I stepped forward and invited them in.
I told them both the story of what had happened and they just nodded their heads.
Finally, when I had finished, they stood and said, "We must take the case back to Bevelle and discuss it with the maesters to decide if he is innocent or not, but he'll have to accompany us until a decision is made.
My mother tried not to cry as I was carried off by the large Bevelle vehicle in but I could see a tear stained face all the way from the Macalania Wood entrance.
The whole way there, the guards were silent and when we arrived at the palace gates, I was shoved out of the back and forced to stay at their sides.
Finally, I was brought before the entire council of maesters who stared at me as I was commanded to report the story.
When I reached the part with the sword ejecting out of my hand, whey seemed to whisper amongst themselves.
After I was finished, I was taken to a room in the back while I waited for the council to reach a decision.
The room was soundproof so I was unable to hear their conversation.
I even thought I saw a young man with jutting blue hair peek into the window at me, but he was gone in a flash.
Finally I was called forth and Maester Jyscal boomed outloud, "The council has discussed the matter and has decided to set you free, but you must stay within fifty yards away from all citizens of the Calm Lands, with an exception of your mother, until your predicament is under control. If you fail to adhere to this, you will be sentenced to five years in prison and, or correctional facility."
"Yes sir," was my reply and two hours later, I found myself in my mother's loving arms at home.
-
As the young Seymour Guado watched his father speak to the convicted boy, the more his hatred for him grew.
"How could he set him free when he could be such a great asset!" his mind hissed at him.
He turned in frustration and traveled to his chambers.
He was lying on his sofa a few hours later when an idea struck him.
Maybe the boy could find a way to him. Maybe he just needed a push in the right direction.
He summoned a guard and scribbled something on a peace of paper and inserted it into an envelope.
"Take this parchment to the Omega Ruins and place it on the altar at the furthest platform. That is all you must do. If you read it, I will kill you with the most painful weapon that we have," said Seymour.
The guard nodded nervously and ran off.
As he ran, he glanced down at the envelope.
On it was the insignia of Seymour and written in Seymour Guado's handwriting was just one word: Omega.
Seymour paced around his room some more and then in the lightest whisper said, "The boy will come."
-
I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep but it finally took me.
That was one of the last nights that I slept so peacefully.
That's when I remember the next night.
It was raining...
-
A/N: Another chapter done and I am wiped out! It's been fun though. I want to point out to all of those reading this fic that as far I know, the chappies might not be as long as the ones in The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira. It's just better not to cram too much information in each chapter. Anyway, time to answer some reviews.
Sword Master Jeff: Hey thanks for the compliment, I appreciate it. As for Clasko giving Jack the sphere, maybe he will, maybe he won't. You gotta know though that Clasko has no idea when the sphere was recorded and if Jack is still alive.
KuramaHasPrettyEyes: Thank you for you for your kind review and I admire your enthusiasm.
Darkness Kingdom: Wow, I never expected anyone to like my fics so much. Thanks for your motivations.
Well, thanks to all who reviewed and I hope to get more reviews. I'll try to update soon but I don't know how long I'll take. Anyway, thanks again for the reviews and I hope you enjoyed this chappie.
~Callik~