Chapter Six
Daines Mountains; Early Afternoon
"You right, Fratley! We make much more progress now that I ice hawk!"
Fratley had to agree with Cleo. As he rode atop Cleo, who had transformed into a large, majestic ice hawk, he was pleased at the progress they were making. They had been going at least two miles per hour, though Cleo had to stop often to rest. It seemed she wasn't completely back to her old self. Fratley figured being stuck in a bottle did stuff like that.
Suddenly, Cleo began to descend despite having rested two minutes before. Fratley didn't question her; she surely knew what she was doing. Soon, he saw a person kneeling down in the snow. Fratley slid off Cleo and walked over to him.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?" he asked.
The person looked over at Fratley, whose blood turned to ice. The man had black eyes just like the human's.
"I am examining the snow," the man said in a gruff voice.
Fratley relaxed slightly, for the man's voice did not seem deep enough to belong to the human.
"What for?" Fratley asked.
"A person was in trouble here," the man said, still gruff. "When I briefly touched minds, it happened to be a female Burmecian. She's in trouble."
"A female Burmecian was here?" Fratley asked anxiously.
"Yes, but evidently they have already moved on." The man rose and looked in the east. "They probably headed this way."
"I happen to be looking for a female Burmecian as well. She was kidnapped by a person who has the same color eyes as yours," Fratley explained.
The man nodded. "It must be them, then." He glanced over at Fratley. "If you wish, you can join with me. We will get there in no time."
"How so?" Fratley asked suspiciously. "You have nothing to ride on."
"I have my ways. Do you accept my offer?" the man asked.
Fratley saw very little reasons to do such a thing. He didn't trust this man, anyway.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," Fratley said.
"Good luck," the man said, his gruff voice returning. He then ran off to the east at a very surprising speed.
"He have Haste," Cleo explained as Fratley climbed atop her once more. "Ready?"
"Yes," Fratley said.
Cleo headed off once more. Fratley leaned back and sighed. That man was right; he would reach Freya before them. But he did not allow himself to be concerned. Perhaps the man would be nice. Or perhaps not. Horrible visions filled Fratley's mind, and he shuddered.
A deep roar startled Fratley out of his musings.
"Cleo, what was that?" Fratley asked.
"That Yeti," Cleo said regretfully. "He very mad, yes yes yes. Everyone invade his territory, so he fight us. We win, we pass. He win, we lunch."
Fratley sighed as he slid off Cleo and drew his spear. Cleo transformed into a massive yet ugly green creature known as a Malboro. The land shook as something huge approached.
The Yeti soon made its appearance. It was about eight feet tall and around 500lbs. Covered in shaggy, white fur, its face, palms, and the bottom of its feet were furless and revealed peach skin. The Yeti had blue eyes, and large tusks. It roared, revealing rows of sharp teeth. It then stomped toward Fratley, a large fist ready to strike.
Fratley dodged the fist and prepared a Lancer attack. He rushed backward, then ran forward, leapt in the air, and thrust his spear into the Yeti's shoulder. The Yeti snarled angrily and plucked Fratley off as if he were a flea. Cleo transformed into a huge pillow and cushioned Fratley's fall. She then transformed into fire and threw herself onto the Yeti. The Yeti didn't like this much, and tried to throw her off. He only succeeded in further spreading the fire through his body.
Fratley rose to his feet and lifted his hand. "Power of the heavens, lend the power of the mighty warriors!" He actually had no idea what he was doing, but something told him to shout the words.
A dragon symbol appeared under the Yeti. A dragon spirit plowed through the Yeti, leaving an explosion in its path. The Yeti roared with pain as it stomped toward Fratley. Fratley rushed out of the way, only to trip over a rock. The Yeti took this opportunity to plow its large fist into Fratley's head. Fratley's world spun, and the situation suddenly looked oddly familiar.
Then Fratley remembered why it did, and he remembered how to solve it. Fratley lifted his head.
"Power of the heavens," he muttered. "show off the cherry blossoms of hope."
A dragon spirit plowed through the Yeti, leaving gorgeous flower petals behind. These petals soon blew up, causing the Yeti to scream. Cleo detached herself and moved Fratley out of the way. She then rose and transformed into a cannon. She shot a cannonball at the Yeti. The Yeti was screaming bloody murder as the cannonball carried it straight into a huge boulder. The Yeti growled then slumped to the ground.
Fratley stared at Cleo with shock as she transformed into an ice hawk. She flew over to Fratley.
"You take bad hit to head, yes yes yes," she said, helping Fratley onto her. "We go slow so you rest."
Fratley shook his head, but Cleo was clearly persistent. She headed off rather slowly, and suddenly Fratley was covered in huge fluffy feathers.
"Uh. Thank you," Fratley muttered once he found his voice.
Cleo laughed. "You very welcome!"
Freya had fought behemoths before. They were dangerous creatures, sporting huge horns on their heads. They had huge fangs and deadly attacks. They could kill you in five seconds.
That was why Freya could barely believe she was riding a behemoth through a mountain range. The behemoth showed no signs of tiring. Freya had heard rumors that they could run for days on end.
Guess I'll find out, Freya thought.
The human still had not showed himself. Freya wondered whether she had killed him or not. Something told her she hadn't. It just didn't seem right. It was perfectly possible, though.
Freya began to think over the situation. Had she actually managed to hurt the human? Indeed, now that Freya thought about it, her Dragon abilities had hurt him before. Yet her Dragon abilities were just boosted up physical attacks. It didn't seem like it should make much of a difference.
Wait! Magic! Freya thought to herself. Dragon abilities are physical attacks charged with magic! Is that what is hurting him? Magic?
Freya looked down at the behemoth and decided to try something really stupid.
"Is that human only hurt by magic?" Freya asked the behemoth.
The behemoth growled and looked up at Freya. It gave her the look that gave Freya the impression that the behemoth thought she was nuts. Perhaps she was. She was riding a behemoth in the mountains, it seemed like she had practically tamed it, and now she was expecting it to talk?
I've gone nuts, Freya thought. I really need to get to civilization before I get worse.
"Cleo, are you sure we are going the right way?" Fratley asked Cleo as they descended once more to rest.
"Yes, this the way. That human who kidnap your girlfriend always in Alexandrian Mountains. We heading there now," Cleo said as she landed.
Fratley dismounted and looked at Cleo. He could tell she was extra exhausted. Cleo had pushed extra hard when they had heard a sound like something growling. In only a few hours, they had made two days' progress. Now Fratley knew Cleo should get a lot of rest so they could do the same thing tomorrow.
As usual, Cleo immediately fell asleep. Fratley took out some food and began to eat slowly. As usual, his thoughts came to Freya. He hoped she was all right, though he sadly doubted it. He blinked away a few tears and sighed. He hated these rest periods. He thought too much. He always thought too much of Freya. He always remembered her smile, her strange humor, and her loyalty.
And everything else. Fratley sighed as he dug into the snow, preparing an insulated bed. He had seen dogs do this before, though when he had seen it he couldn't remember for his life. Soon, Fratley had dug an appropriate-sized hole. He crawled into the hole and lied down. He finished the little food he had eaten and took his pack to use as a pillow. Laying his head on the "pillow," he stared at the snow. In this area, it thankfully didn't snow consistently, though it was still cold.
Freya, Fratley thought. God, I hope you're all right. What will I do if you die? No. No you can't be dead. You can take this, right? I know you're all right. Maybe not the same. But you have to be alive.
Fratley softly began to cry. He couldn't stand the situation. He just wanted to find Freya, take care of her, and go home.
------------ So here's the situation! Will Fratley find Freya? Who is that mysterious man? Will Freya get back to civilization before she goes nuts? (Hehe) Find out in the next chapter. Hopefully *wink*
Sorry it took a little while to post this chapter. I was hoping to get more reviews, but I didn't. Oh well. If you are reading this story, but not reviewing, please review! And if you think this story stinks, review and say what you don't like. I can't guarantee I will change, but I will listen.
Also, please keep in mind that even though I have only posted six chapters, I am actually working on Chapter Thirteen 0.0 I'm working ahead, and this story will probably amount to around 30-40 chapters 0.o. That was the amount the original Saving Freya had. The original Saving Freya (which sucks badly, I assure you) had forty-eight chapters and it still isn't finished (it never will be). Anyway, just keep in mind that I am working ahead and that may be one of the reasons the things you don't like don't get changed.
Stay tuned!
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Daines Mountains; Early Afternoon
"You right, Fratley! We make much more progress now that I ice hawk!"
Fratley had to agree with Cleo. As he rode atop Cleo, who had transformed into a large, majestic ice hawk, he was pleased at the progress they were making. They had been going at least two miles per hour, though Cleo had to stop often to rest. It seemed she wasn't completely back to her old self. Fratley figured being stuck in a bottle did stuff like that.
Suddenly, Cleo began to descend despite having rested two minutes before. Fratley didn't question her; she surely knew what she was doing. Soon, he saw a person kneeling down in the snow. Fratley slid off Cleo and walked over to him.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?" he asked.
The person looked over at Fratley, whose blood turned to ice. The man had black eyes just like the human's.
"I am examining the snow," the man said in a gruff voice.
Fratley relaxed slightly, for the man's voice did not seem deep enough to belong to the human.
"What for?" Fratley asked.
"A person was in trouble here," the man said, still gruff. "When I briefly touched minds, it happened to be a female Burmecian. She's in trouble."
"A female Burmecian was here?" Fratley asked anxiously.
"Yes, but evidently they have already moved on." The man rose and looked in the east. "They probably headed this way."
"I happen to be looking for a female Burmecian as well. She was kidnapped by a person who has the same color eyes as yours," Fratley explained.
The man nodded. "It must be them, then." He glanced over at Fratley. "If you wish, you can join with me. We will get there in no time."
"How so?" Fratley asked suspiciously. "You have nothing to ride on."
"I have my ways. Do you accept my offer?" the man asked.
Fratley saw very little reasons to do such a thing. He didn't trust this man, anyway.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," Fratley said.
"Good luck," the man said, his gruff voice returning. He then ran off to the east at a very surprising speed.
"He have Haste," Cleo explained as Fratley climbed atop her once more. "Ready?"
"Yes," Fratley said.
Cleo headed off once more. Fratley leaned back and sighed. That man was right; he would reach Freya before them. But he did not allow himself to be concerned. Perhaps the man would be nice. Or perhaps not. Horrible visions filled Fratley's mind, and he shuddered.
A deep roar startled Fratley out of his musings.
"Cleo, what was that?" Fratley asked.
"That Yeti," Cleo said regretfully. "He very mad, yes yes yes. Everyone invade his territory, so he fight us. We win, we pass. He win, we lunch."
Fratley sighed as he slid off Cleo and drew his spear. Cleo transformed into a massive yet ugly green creature known as a Malboro. The land shook as something huge approached.
The Yeti soon made its appearance. It was about eight feet tall and around 500lbs. Covered in shaggy, white fur, its face, palms, and the bottom of its feet were furless and revealed peach skin. The Yeti had blue eyes, and large tusks. It roared, revealing rows of sharp teeth. It then stomped toward Fratley, a large fist ready to strike.
Fratley dodged the fist and prepared a Lancer attack. He rushed backward, then ran forward, leapt in the air, and thrust his spear into the Yeti's shoulder. The Yeti snarled angrily and plucked Fratley off as if he were a flea. Cleo transformed into a huge pillow and cushioned Fratley's fall. She then transformed into fire and threw herself onto the Yeti. The Yeti didn't like this much, and tried to throw her off. He only succeeded in further spreading the fire through his body.
Fratley rose to his feet and lifted his hand. "Power of the heavens, lend the power of the mighty warriors!" He actually had no idea what he was doing, but something told him to shout the words.
A dragon symbol appeared under the Yeti. A dragon spirit plowed through the Yeti, leaving an explosion in its path. The Yeti roared with pain as it stomped toward Fratley. Fratley rushed out of the way, only to trip over a rock. The Yeti took this opportunity to plow its large fist into Fratley's head. Fratley's world spun, and the situation suddenly looked oddly familiar.
Then Fratley remembered why it did, and he remembered how to solve it. Fratley lifted his head.
"Power of the heavens," he muttered. "show off the cherry blossoms of hope."
A dragon spirit plowed through the Yeti, leaving gorgeous flower petals behind. These petals soon blew up, causing the Yeti to scream. Cleo detached herself and moved Fratley out of the way. She then rose and transformed into a cannon. She shot a cannonball at the Yeti. The Yeti was screaming bloody murder as the cannonball carried it straight into a huge boulder. The Yeti growled then slumped to the ground.
Fratley stared at Cleo with shock as she transformed into an ice hawk. She flew over to Fratley.
"You take bad hit to head, yes yes yes," she said, helping Fratley onto her. "We go slow so you rest."
Fratley shook his head, but Cleo was clearly persistent. She headed off rather slowly, and suddenly Fratley was covered in huge fluffy feathers.
"Uh. Thank you," Fratley muttered once he found his voice.
Cleo laughed. "You very welcome!"
Freya had fought behemoths before. They were dangerous creatures, sporting huge horns on their heads. They had huge fangs and deadly attacks. They could kill you in five seconds.
That was why Freya could barely believe she was riding a behemoth through a mountain range. The behemoth showed no signs of tiring. Freya had heard rumors that they could run for days on end.
Guess I'll find out, Freya thought.
The human still had not showed himself. Freya wondered whether she had killed him or not. Something told her she hadn't. It just didn't seem right. It was perfectly possible, though.
Freya began to think over the situation. Had she actually managed to hurt the human? Indeed, now that Freya thought about it, her Dragon abilities had hurt him before. Yet her Dragon abilities were just boosted up physical attacks. It didn't seem like it should make much of a difference.
Wait! Magic! Freya thought to herself. Dragon abilities are physical attacks charged with magic! Is that what is hurting him? Magic?
Freya looked down at the behemoth and decided to try something really stupid.
"Is that human only hurt by magic?" Freya asked the behemoth.
The behemoth growled and looked up at Freya. It gave her the look that gave Freya the impression that the behemoth thought she was nuts. Perhaps she was. She was riding a behemoth in the mountains, it seemed like she had practically tamed it, and now she was expecting it to talk?
I've gone nuts, Freya thought. I really need to get to civilization before I get worse.
"Cleo, are you sure we are going the right way?" Fratley asked Cleo as they descended once more to rest.
"Yes, this the way. That human who kidnap your girlfriend always in Alexandrian Mountains. We heading there now," Cleo said as she landed.
Fratley dismounted and looked at Cleo. He could tell she was extra exhausted. Cleo had pushed extra hard when they had heard a sound like something growling. In only a few hours, they had made two days' progress. Now Fratley knew Cleo should get a lot of rest so they could do the same thing tomorrow.
As usual, Cleo immediately fell asleep. Fratley took out some food and began to eat slowly. As usual, his thoughts came to Freya. He hoped she was all right, though he sadly doubted it. He blinked away a few tears and sighed. He hated these rest periods. He thought too much. He always thought too much of Freya. He always remembered her smile, her strange humor, and her loyalty.
And everything else. Fratley sighed as he dug into the snow, preparing an insulated bed. He had seen dogs do this before, though when he had seen it he couldn't remember for his life. Soon, Fratley had dug an appropriate-sized hole. He crawled into the hole and lied down. He finished the little food he had eaten and took his pack to use as a pillow. Laying his head on the "pillow," he stared at the snow. In this area, it thankfully didn't snow consistently, though it was still cold.
Freya, Fratley thought. God, I hope you're all right. What will I do if you die? No. No you can't be dead. You can take this, right? I know you're all right. Maybe not the same. But you have to be alive.
Fratley softly began to cry. He couldn't stand the situation. He just wanted to find Freya, take care of her, and go home.
------------ So here's the situation! Will Fratley find Freya? Who is that mysterious man? Will Freya get back to civilization before she goes nuts? (Hehe) Find out in the next chapter. Hopefully *wink*
Sorry it took a little while to post this chapter. I was hoping to get more reviews, but I didn't. Oh well. If you are reading this story, but not reviewing, please review! And if you think this story stinks, review and say what you don't like. I can't guarantee I will change, but I will listen.
Also, please keep in mind that even though I have only posted six chapters, I am actually working on Chapter Thirteen 0.0 I'm working ahead, and this story will probably amount to around 30-40 chapters 0.o. That was the amount the original Saving Freya had. The original Saving Freya (which sucks badly, I assure you) had forty-eight chapters and it still isn't finished (it never will be). Anyway, just keep in mind that I am working ahead and that may be one of the reasons the things you don't like don't get changed.
Stay tuned!
Copyright, copyright, copyright. Blah blah, SquareEnix, blah blah. Get the idea?