Chapter Five
The Next Day; Burmecia; Fratley's House; Morning
It took Fratley only a few minutes to realize that Freya was gone and blood stained some of the wood downstairs. He rushed upstairs and looked over at his parents.
"Freya's gone," he said in a slight panic. "And there is blood all over the place.
Rose let out a slight whimper.
"It's my fault," she muttered.
Fratley gave her a baffled look; how could it be her fault?
"What do mean?" he asked.
Rose looked down at the floor. Her eyes were filling with tears at a very fast rate, while Aireff looked very concerned.
"I-I saw it," Rose said shakily, speaking rather frantically. "I saw Julius head off with Freya. She was unconscious and looked hurt. I saw it and I didn't do anything - to - stop - him."
Fratley looked over at Rose with deep sympathy. Evidently it wasn't her fault; she just thought it was.
"Mamá," Fratley began, approaching Rose.
He didn't get far. Rose ran straight into the bedroom and slammed the door. Aireff and Fratley glanced at each other.
"She was hysterical all night," Aireff told Fratley. "She thinks it's her fault."
Fratley nodded, feeling very sorry for poor Rose. He walked over to the bedroom and opened the door. He quickly found Rose, who was sobbing hysterically on the bed.
"Mamá, it's not your fault," Fratley said gently.
"Yes - it - is," Rose sobbed, turning away. "I didn't stop him. I didn't try. I should've done something instead of watching."
"Mamá, you weren't supposed to do something. You would've been killed. Freya's not your responsibility," Fratley explained gently. "I don't want you killed."
"But Freya's going to be killed now! I just bloody know it!" Rose wailed, tears streaming. "You don't understand, Fratley! A Dragon Warrior is supposed to help their comrade! I broke Dragon Warrior oath and now someone is going to die!"
Rose continued to sob, and Fratley walked over to Rose. He tried to comfort her silently, but it didn't work. Fratley sighed, rose, and left the room.
"She's hysterical," Fratley said with worry.
Aireff nodded and entered the bedroom. He closed the door carefully behind him. Fratley sighed; he could tell Rose was truly upset. She wasn't using her accent.
Fratley sat down at the kitchen table and took a roll from the basket on the table. He began to eat it slowly. He could hear Rose sobbing. Soon, however, something on a shelf caught his eye.
It was a turquoise jar. Fratley shoved the roll in his mouth and walked over to the sealed jar. He examined the jar curiously, wondering what it was. It seemed familiar. Fratley picked up the jar and examined. He tried to pry the lid off, but it was too tight. He stared at it, annoyed. He then began to yank.
Suddenly the jar dropped from Fratley's hand and shattered. Fratley leapt backward, startled, and stared at the jar. Soon, however, something else diverted his attention. It was a yellow spirit-like being that came out of the jar's broken bottom. It seemed to stare at Fratley with yellow star-like eyes.
"Who you?" it asked in a feminine voice. "You savior?"
Fratley could only stare with complete confusion. What was this thing?
"You savior!" the spirit chirped cheerfully. "You save me! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
"Uh, well, um. W-Who are you?" Fratley asked.
"Me? I Cleo!" the spirit chirped. "Who you?"
"I-I'm Fratley," Fratley said with confusion. "Uh, what are you?"
Cleo stared at Fratley with curious eyes. "You no know? I a shapeshifter!"
Fratley stared with shock. Something in his mind forced its way into his memory: shapeshifters.
"Y-You're a shapeshifter?" Fratley asked. "I thought you were extinct."
"No extinct! We hunted, but we hide. We no extinct if we no found!" Cleo chirped. "You savior! You save me! I trapped in there for very long! Now I free! How I repay?"
Fratley thought this question over. Then, suddenly, his mind thought of a way to repay her.
"A certain person has kidnapped my girlfriend," Fratley told her.
"Really? What he look like?" Cleo asked.
"Well. He dresses completely in black, and has pitch black eyes." Fratley said.
"Oooooh! Yes, yes yes! I can help!"
"Really? Who is he? Where is he? What does he want?" Fratley asked.
"Too many questions! I no know his name but I know where he hides! I can help you, yes yes yes!"
"Seriously? You truly know where is he? You will lead me to him?"
"Yes yes yes! I lead you to him easily, yes yes yes. It hard journey, maybe we die, but I know way! I gladly show you! You savior!" Cleo bobbed what Fratley assumed was a head.
Fratley smiled slightly and nodded. "Thank you. Your help will be much appreciated.
"You no thank me! You savior! You deserve!"
"Aren't you going to call me Fratley?"
"You savior, not Fratley!"
"Oh great."
Cleo laughed, as if she found the situation hilarious. She transformed into a cat.
"When we leave?" she asked.
"Why are you a cat?" Fratley asked, confused.
"Cat very stealthy! Must be stealthy if I get out alive!" Cleo chirped.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Aireff came out. His eyes widened when he saw the situation.
"You did not free the shapeshifter," Aireff muttered.
"Actually, I did," Fratley admitted. "But she's going to help me free Freya."
"I heard shapeshifters are dangerous," Aireff said, grabbing a roll.
"Oh, they are not dangerous. They're just annoying," Fratley commented. He ignored Cleo's glare.
"How is it going to help you?" Aireff asked.
"She is going to lead me to that human who took Freya," Fratley replied.
"You're leaving?" Aireff asked.
"Yes, papá, I'm leaving. I will return when I find Freya," Fratley said.
Aireff sighed. "Rose is upset already. She's truly going to sob when she hears it. Must you leave now?"
"Freya's in danger. I must leave now," Fratley said. He paused. "I guess I should tell Mamá?"
"I guess so," Aireff said. He was obviously saddened by Fratley's sudden departure.
Fratley nodded and entered the bedroom. Rose was staring out the window gloomily. Fratley walked over to her.
"Mamá, I have sad news," Fratley said.
Rose looked over. Her eyes were red from crying. "Now what?"
"I'm leaving," Fratley said. "I'm heading off with a shapeshifter to find Freya."
Tears filled Rose's eyes, but she blinked them away. She sighed, staring at the ground. Fratley waited patiently for an answer, for her to cry, something.
Fratley definitely didn't expect the hug Rose gave him. She let out a depressed sigh.
"Good luck," she muttered. "Find Freya and bring her home. And yourself."
Rose pulled herself away from Fratley and walked back over to the window. She sighed, looking at Fratley, then back at the window. Fratley walked over and kissed Rose on the cheek.
"I will return," he said sympathetically.
Fratley left the room and looked over at Cleo, who was still in a cat formation. He then looked over at Aireff.
"Take care of Mamá," Fratley said.
Aireff rose and smiled at Fratley. "What did ya think I was goin' ta do, jus' leave 'er ta die? I'll take care of 'er, don't ya worry 'bout 'er or me. Ya jus' go an' save ye Freya."
Fratley smiled and gave Aireff a quick hug. He then took his spear from the wall and strapped his to his back. After that, he prepared a large bag, filling it with nonperishable foods, warm clothing, javelins, jugs of water, medicine, and bandages. Finally, he was ready, and looked over at Cleo, who was in her normal form.
"Ready, Cleo?" Fratley asked.
"Yes yes yes! I always ready! You take long time, savior, don't waste time!" Cleo chirped. "Let us go!"
"Good luck," Aireff said, rising. "I'll inform Puck."
"Thank you," Fratley said.
Fratley and Cleo, who became a cat one more, walked outside. Puck soon greeted them.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Puck asked. It was clear he didn't get any sleep.
"Yes, I am," Fratley answered.
"Ah, I see," Puck commented. "Well, all I can do is wish you luck. I hope you return soon."
Fratley nodded. "Good luck, Puck."
Slowly Fratley walked outside and away, Cleo following.
"Where to?" Fratley asked.
Cleo looked back in the direction of Burmecia.
"To the mountains," she said.
The mountains were not pleasant, especially not in winter. Snow fell endlessly from the cloud-thick skies. Though this made the area quite gorgeous, it made the area a wasteland. Only the strongest of plants could grow there, and therefore only the strongest of animals. Large footprints from the strongest of these creatures were found in numerous places along the mountain range that stretched all around the Mist Continent's border. Yet only in the Daines-Horse Basin area did things in the mountain range get extremely rough.
Freya was experiencing that all too well.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, or basically do anything. If she did, the human would kick her out of the uncomfortable wooden cart and into something much more uncomfortable, whether it is a rock, a hard mount of snow, or a viscous mountain goat. So far the human had offered nothing but threats, insults, and pain to Freya. He hadn't really noticed how badly the mountain goat had beaten Freya; the bruises it gave Freya were unnoticed by the human. Freya, however, felt them all too well. They hurt no matter what position Freya was in.
The cold didn't help Freya. She kept her knees close to her body, breathing deeply into her hands. She stared miserably at the opening at the front of the cart and at the one huge behemoth the human had pulling the cart. Freya didn't like the idea of a behemoth pulling a cart. It looked huge and viscous enough to kill someone. quickly. The behemoth was fast, however, and it was making very good progress toward a place where Freya hoped there was at least a little warmth.
After an hour of progress, the human soon sat in the cart. Freya slid away from him, and his opinion was smacking her. Freya, deciding she didn't want to take it, muttered inaudible words under her breath. Energy formed in a star-shape in her palm. The human moved to smack her, only to be hit by the energy. The human was nearly knocked out of the cart despite the rather measly attack.
Freya expected a beating, or perhaps death. She definitely didn't expect the human to smirk cruelly.
"Fine, you want to provide entertainment?" he hissed.
The human took out of a flail. Freya eyed it cautiously. Due to this, she was able to dodge when the human tried to hit her with it. Freya began to prepare another attack, while she dodged the flail once more. She then hit the human's hand with the spell. The flail was knocked into the behemoth's side. He snarled angrily, lifted his tail, and ripped it through the cart, trying to hit his antagonist. Freya and the human both ducked. Seeming satisfied, the behemoth continued to run.
"You stupid bitch," the human snarled at Freya, who only blinked at him.
The human smashed his fist into Freya's jaw. Freya tried to smack him back but he dodged. Freya lifted her clawed feet and tried to kick him, but he only kicked her back. The human took out a spiked wooden club and slammed it into Freya's jaw. The spikes on the club ripped Freya's jaw, leaving bloody marks.
I've had enough of this bullshit, Freya thought to herself as she dodged another club hit.
Freya leapt from the cart and into the snow. She was surprised when she sank into it; the snow was all powder. The human laughed at Freya's attempt. Freya charged up a ball of energy and threw it at the snow. It sped through the snow, creating a smooth path for Freya to walk in. The human watched with shock as Freya began to run in front of the ball at a speed that was rather quick for her condition.
"HALT!" the human shouted at the behemoth.
The behemoth snarled angrily, stopped moving, and smacked the human out of the cart. The human landed in the snow and rose quickly. Freya grabbed a bunch of snow as she ran. She packed it into a hard snowball and threw it at the human' face for the fun of it. It slammed into the human' face and made him curse and rub his stinging eyes. This gave Freya more time to run off.
Once he gained his senses, the human ran for Freya and tried to kick her. He met air and fell to the ground with a thud. Freya shook her head at his stupidity and kept running, though she was slowing down from exhaustion. The human grabbed his club, examined it, and then examined Freya. Freya knew what was coming.
The human threw the club, and Freya tackled herself into the ground just as it whizzed out of the human's hand. The club zoomed above her harmlessly. The human yelled with frustration while Freya carefully rose to her feet. She jogged forward, soon saw the club, and raced over to it. She picked up the club and stared at the human angrily.
The human returned her stare, and decided that running after Freya wasn't smart. He instead lifted his hand and prepared a fire spell. Freya threw the club at him and clocked him in the shoulder. The human accidentally set the fire spell at Freya. Freya dodged narrowly, though the flames licked at her left arm. Freya, knowing that she could escape if she just kept trying, lifted her hand.
"Power of the heavens, send the dragon's breath!" she shouted.
A dragon head appeared out of the ground and breathed deadly breath onto the human. He roared with pain, then vanished as the most of the flames began to hit him. Freya stared at where he had once been for a few seconds. She then stared at the massive behemoth.
Hmm. Ah, what the hell. Not like I have much to lose, Freya thought.
Freya walked over to the behemoth, which snarled ferociously. Freya ran forward and leapt onto its back. The behemoth roared angrily and tried to throw her off. Freya lifted the ropes tying the behemoth to the rope and began to gnaw on them. The behemoth threw her off halfway through the process. It then began to struggle to get toward her. The ropes, weakened, snapped, and the behemoth raced toward her angrily.
Freya rushed to her feet, ran out of the way, then leapt back on the behemoth's back. The behemoth roared angrily and tried to attack her. Freya sent a star-moon attack at its head, making it scream angrily.
"Shut up, would you?!" Freya growled at the behemoth. "If you'd just calm down, we can both get out of here!"
The behemoth had no interest in calming down. It took another five minutes and a few more attacks before the behemoth finally settled a bit.
"I know you understand me," Freya muttered. "Take me anywhere. Just get me out of these mountains."
The behemoth growled and tried to throw her off. Freya attacked it once more, and the behemoth roared. It then began to run in a random direction at a quick pace.
----- I hope you're still enjoying the story! I know, I know, it's a behemoth, but I needed something. Be sure to keep reading, for the story is going to explain a bit of the human's mysterious strength in the next chapter!
Robshi: The reason the human didn't kill her is because someone may save her before she gets killed. He dragged her out so he could kill her later. And don't worry. The story will explain how this human is so powerful. =)
Copyright, copyright, copyright. Everything's copyright to something, though Square Enix owns most of it. *Yawns* Must find a more interesting way to say this quickly!
The Next Day; Burmecia; Fratley's House; Morning
It took Fratley only a few minutes to realize that Freya was gone and blood stained some of the wood downstairs. He rushed upstairs and looked over at his parents.
"Freya's gone," he said in a slight panic. "And there is blood all over the place.
Rose let out a slight whimper.
"It's my fault," she muttered.
Fratley gave her a baffled look; how could it be her fault?
"What do mean?" he asked.
Rose looked down at the floor. Her eyes were filling with tears at a very fast rate, while Aireff looked very concerned.
"I-I saw it," Rose said shakily, speaking rather frantically. "I saw Julius head off with Freya. She was unconscious and looked hurt. I saw it and I didn't do anything - to - stop - him."
Fratley looked over at Rose with deep sympathy. Evidently it wasn't her fault; she just thought it was.
"Mamá," Fratley began, approaching Rose.
He didn't get far. Rose ran straight into the bedroom and slammed the door. Aireff and Fratley glanced at each other.
"She was hysterical all night," Aireff told Fratley. "She thinks it's her fault."
Fratley nodded, feeling very sorry for poor Rose. He walked over to the bedroom and opened the door. He quickly found Rose, who was sobbing hysterically on the bed.
"Mamá, it's not your fault," Fratley said gently.
"Yes - it - is," Rose sobbed, turning away. "I didn't stop him. I didn't try. I should've done something instead of watching."
"Mamá, you weren't supposed to do something. You would've been killed. Freya's not your responsibility," Fratley explained gently. "I don't want you killed."
"But Freya's going to be killed now! I just bloody know it!" Rose wailed, tears streaming. "You don't understand, Fratley! A Dragon Warrior is supposed to help their comrade! I broke Dragon Warrior oath and now someone is going to die!"
Rose continued to sob, and Fratley walked over to Rose. He tried to comfort her silently, but it didn't work. Fratley sighed, rose, and left the room.
"She's hysterical," Fratley said with worry.
Aireff nodded and entered the bedroom. He closed the door carefully behind him. Fratley sighed; he could tell Rose was truly upset. She wasn't using her accent.
Fratley sat down at the kitchen table and took a roll from the basket on the table. He began to eat it slowly. He could hear Rose sobbing. Soon, however, something on a shelf caught his eye.
It was a turquoise jar. Fratley shoved the roll in his mouth and walked over to the sealed jar. He examined the jar curiously, wondering what it was. It seemed familiar. Fratley picked up the jar and examined. He tried to pry the lid off, but it was too tight. He stared at it, annoyed. He then began to yank.
Suddenly the jar dropped from Fratley's hand and shattered. Fratley leapt backward, startled, and stared at the jar. Soon, however, something else diverted his attention. It was a yellow spirit-like being that came out of the jar's broken bottom. It seemed to stare at Fratley with yellow star-like eyes.
"Who you?" it asked in a feminine voice. "You savior?"
Fratley could only stare with complete confusion. What was this thing?
"You savior!" the spirit chirped cheerfully. "You save me! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
"Uh, well, um. W-Who are you?" Fratley asked.
"Me? I Cleo!" the spirit chirped. "Who you?"
"I-I'm Fratley," Fratley said with confusion. "Uh, what are you?"
Cleo stared at Fratley with curious eyes. "You no know? I a shapeshifter!"
Fratley stared with shock. Something in his mind forced its way into his memory: shapeshifters.
"Y-You're a shapeshifter?" Fratley asked. "I thought you were extinct."
"No extinct! We hunted, but we hide. We no extinct if we no found!" Cleo chirped. "You savior! You save me! I trapped in there for very long! Now I free! How I repay?"
Fratley thought this question over. Then, suddenly, his mind thought of a way to repay her.
"A certain person has kidnapped my girlfriend," Fratley told her.
"Really? What he look like?" Cleo asked.
"Well. He dresses completely in black, and has pitch black eyes." Fratley said.
"Oooooh! Yes, yes yes! I can help!"
"Really? Who is he? Where is he? What does he want?" Fratley asked.
"Too many questions! I no know his name but I know where he hides! I can help you, yes yes yes!"
"Seriously? You truly know where is he? You will lead me to him?"
"Yes yes yes! I lead you to him easily, yes yes yes. It hard journey, maybe we die, but I know way! I gladly show you! You savior!" Cleo bobbed what Fratley assumed was a head.
Fratley smiled slightly and nodded. "Thank you. Your help will be much appreciated.
"You no thank me! You savior! You deserve!"
"Aren't you going to call me Fratley?"
"You savior, not Fratley!"
"Oh great."
Cleo laughed, as if she found the situation hilarious. She transformed into a cat.
"When we leave?" she asked.
"Why are you a cat?" Fratley asked, confused.
"Cat very stealthy! Must be stealthy if I get out alive!" Cleo chirped.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Aireff came out. His eyes widened when he saw the situation.
"You did not free the shapeshifter," Aireff muttered.
"Actually, I did," Fratley admitted. "But she's going to help me free Freya."
"I heard shapeshifters are dangerous," Aireff said, grabbing a roll.
"Oh, they are not dangerous. They're just annoying," Fratley commented. He ignored Cleo's glare.
"How is it going to help you?" Aireff asked.
"She is going to lead me to that human who took Freya," Fratley replied.
"You're leaving?" Aireff asked.
"Yes, papá, I'm leaving. I will return when I find Freya," Fratley said.
Aireff sighed. "Rose is upset already. She's truly going to sob when she hears it. Must you leave now?"
"Freya's in danger. I must leave now," Fratley said. He paused. "I guess I should tell Mamá?"
"I guess so," Aireff said. He was obviously saddened by Fratley's sudden departure.
Fratley nodded and entered the bedroom. Rose was staring out the window gloomily. Fratley walked over to her.
"Mamá, I have sad news," Fratley said.
Rose looked over. Her eyes were red from crying. "Now what?"
"I'm leaving," Fratley said. "I'm heading off with a shapeshifter to find Freya."
Tears filled Rose's eyes, but she blinked them away. She sighed, staring at the ground. Fratley waited patiently for an answer, for her to cry, something.
Fratley definitely didn't expect the hug Rose gave him. She let out a depressed sigh.
"Good luck," she muttered. "Find Freya and bring her home. And yourself."
Rose pulled herself away from Fratley and walked back over to the window. She sighed, looking at Fratley, then back at the window. Fratley walked over and kissed Rose on the cheek.
"I will return," he said sympathetically.
Fratley left the room and looked over at Cleo, who was still in a cat formation. He then looked over at Aireff.
"Take care of Mamá," Fratley said.
Aireff rose and smiled at Fratley. "What did ya think I was goin' ta do, jus' leave 'er ta die? I'll take care of 'er, don't ya worry 'bout 'er or me. Ya jus' go an' save ye Freya."
Fratley smiled and gave Aireff a quick hug. He then took his spear from the wall and strapped his to his back. After that, he prepared a large bag, filling it with nonperishable foods, warm clothing, javelins, jugs of water, medicine, and bandages. Finally, he was ready, and looked over at Cleo, who was in her normal form.
"Ready, Cleo?" Fratley asked.
"Yes yes yes! I always ready! You take long time, savior, don't waste time!" Cleo chirped. "Let us go!"
"Good luck," Aireff said, rising. "I'll inform Puck."
"Thank you," Fratley said.
Fratley and Cleo, who became a cat one more, walked outside. Puck soon greeted them.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Puck asked. It was clear he didn't get any sleep.
"Yes, I am," Fratley answered.
"Ah, I see," Puck commented. "Well, all I can do is wish you luck. I hope you return soon."
Fratley nodded. "Good luck, Puck."
Slowly Fratley walked outside and away, Cleo following.
"Where to?" Fratley asked.
Cleo looked back in the direction of Burmecia.
"To the mountains," she said.
The mountains were not pleasant, especially not in winter. Snow fell endlessly from the cloud-thick skies. Though this made the area quite gorgeous, it made the area a wasteland. Only the strongest of plants could grow there, and therefore only the strongest of animals. Large footprints from the strongest of these creatures were found in numerous places along the mountain range that stretched all around the Mist Continent's border. Yet only in the Daines-Horse Basin area did things in the mountain range get extremely rough.
Freya was experiencing that all too well.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, or basically do anything. If she did, the human would kick her out of the uncomfortable wooden cart and into something much more uncomfortable, whether it is a rock, a hard mount of snow, or a viscous mountain goat. So far the human had offered nothing but threats, insults, and pain to Freya. He hadn't really noticed how badly the mountain goat had beaten Freya; the bruises it gave Freya were unnoticed by the human. Freya, however, felt them all too well. They hurt no matter what position Freya was in.
The cold didn't help Freya. She kept her knees close to her body, breathing deeply into her hands. She stared miserably at the opening at the front of the cart and at the one huge behemoth the human had pulling the cart. Freya didn't like the idea of a behemoth pulling a cart. It looked huge and viscous enough to kill someone. quickly. The behemoth was fast, however, and it was making very good progress toward a place where Freya hoped there was at least a little warmth.
After an hour of progress, the human soon sat in the cart. Freya slid away from him, and his opinion was smacking her. Freya, deciding she didn't want to take it, muttered inaudible words under her breath. Energy formed in a star-shape in her palm. The human moved to smack her, only to be hit by the energy. The human was nearly knocked out of the cart despite the rather measly attack.
Freya expected a beating, or perhaps death. She definitely didn't expect the human to smirk cruelly.
"Fine, you want to provide entertainment?" he hissed.
The human took out of a flail. Freya eyed it cautiously. Due to this, she was able to dodge when the human tried to hit her with it. Freya began to prepare another attack, while she dodged the flail once more. She then hit the human's hand with the spell. The flail was knocked into the behemoth's side. He snarled angrily, lifted his tail, and ripped it through the cart, trying to hit his antagonist. Freya and the human both ducked. Seeming satisfied, the behemoth continued to run.
"You stupid bitch," the human snarled at Freya, who only blinked at him.
The human smashed his fist into Freya's jaw. Freya tried to smack him back but he dodged. Freya lifted her clawed feet and tried to kick him, but he only kicked her back. The human took out a spiked wooden club and slammed it into Freya's jaw. The spikes on the club ripped Freya's jaw, leaving bloody marks.
I've had enough of this bullshit, Freya thought to herself as she dodged another club hit.
Freya leapt from the cart and into the snow. She was surprised when she sank into it; the snow was all powder. The human laughed at Freya's attempt. Freya charged up a ball of energy and threw it at the snow. It sped through the snow, creating a smooth path for Freya to walk in. The human watched with shock as Freya began to run in front of the ball at a speed that was rather quick for her condition.
"HALT!" the human shouted at the behemoth.
The behemoth snarled angrily, stopped moving, and smacked the human out of the cart. The human landed in the snow and rose quickly. Freya grabbed a bunch of snow as she ran. She packed it into a hard snowball and threw it at the human' face for the fun of it. It slammed into the human' face and made him curse and rub his stinging eyes. This gave Freya more time to run off.
Once he gained his senses, the human ran for Freya and tried to kick her. He met air and fell to the ground with a thud. Freya shook her head at his stupidity and kept running, though she was slowing down from exhaustion. The human grabbed his club, examined it, and then examined Freya. Freya knew what was coming.
The human threw the club, and Freya tackled herself into the ground just as it whizzed out of the human's hand. The club zoomed above her harmlessly. The human yelled with frustration while Freya carefully rose to her feet. She jogged forward, soon saw the club, and raced over to it. She picked up the club and stared at the human angrily.
The human returned her stare, and decided that running after Freya wasn't smart. He instead lifted his hand and prepared a fire spell. Freya threw the club at him and clocked him in the shoulder. The human accidentally set the fire spell at Freya. Freya dodged narrowly, though the flames licked at her left arm. Freya, knowing that she could escape if she just kept trying, lifted her hand.
"Power of the heavens, send the dragon's breath!" she shouted.
A dragon head appeared out of the ground and breathed deadly breath onto the human. He roared with pain, then vanished as the most of the flames began to hit him. Freya stared at where he had once been for a few seconds. She then stared at the massive behemoth.
Hmm. Ah, what the hell. Not like I have much to lose, Freya thought.
Freya walked over to the behemoth, which snarled ferociously. Freya ran forward and leapt onto its back. The behemoth roared angrily and tried to throw her off. Freya lifted the ropes tying the behemoth to the rope and began to gnaw on them. The behemoth threw her off halfway through the process. It then began to struggle to get toward her. The ropes, weakened, snapped, and the behemoth raced toward her angrily.
Freya rushed to her feet, ran out of the way, then leapt back on the behemoth's back. The behemoth roared angrily and tried to attack her. Freya sent a star-moon attack at its head, making it scream angrily.
"Shut up, would you?!" Freya growled at the behemoth. "If you'd just calm down, we can both get out of here!"
The behemoth had no interest in calming down. It took another five minutes and a few more attacks before the behemoth finally settled a bit.
"I know you understand me," Freya muttered. "Take me anywhere. Just get me out of these mountains."
The behemoth growled and tried to throw her off. Freya attacked it once more, and the behemoth roared. It then began to run in a random direction at a quick pace.
----- I hope you're still enjoying the story! I know, I know, it's a behemoth, but I needed something. Be sure to keep reading, for the story is going to explain a bit of the human's mysterious strength in the next chapter!
Robshi: The reason the human didn't kill her is because someone may save her before she gets killed. He dragged her out so he could kill her later. And don't worry. The story will explain how this human is so powerful. =)
Copyright, copyright, copyright. Everything's copyright to something, though Square Enix owns most of it. *Yawns* Must find a more interesting way to say this quickly!