Chapter Fourteen
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Was she walking? She could not be sure, as she didn't feel anything, at least not yet. She couldn't see. Were her eyes closed? Maybe that was the problem. She tried to open her eyes, but they refused. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried to run, but she went no where and followed the steady strut of the person she was trapped within.
Then, suddenly, she felt pain. Something sheered through the skin and flesh of the person who had her trapped. She felt the pain. Was she this person's soul? She felt the person buckle down and collapse. She heard voices.
"You there! How dare you try to assassinate our king!"
"Your king means nothing to me, and neither does your existence. Leave, or you shall die with him."
"We're not goin' anywhere! Darin' ta attack our king means ya get ta experience a place called 'ell! If ya don' leave, ya are goin' ta be feelin' it!"
"You are Dari? How wonderful. If you would care to remember you would know what happened the last time your pitiful race tried to double- cross the COL. History shall now get pretty close to repeating itself."
She heard weapons clash and people shout. The pain was unbearable. Then, suddenly, her mouth opened.
"NO! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!"
Freya woke up screaming the last sentence. She bolted into a sitting position, face wet with sweat. Panting, she looked around the room. It was peaceful. Not a single creature was in it besides her.
What was that dream? What was going on in Burmecia? Someone was under attack. All those voices were so familiar. Gray, Aireff, Puck, and that human – were they all in Burmecia? What was with Puck? Why had he screamed that sentence at the end? And why had Freya screamed it?
Had she been in Puck? It made no sense. Freya didn't understand.
Someone knocked on the door, and Freya went stiff. Of course, if someone wanted to hurt her they wouldn't have bothered knocking, but this thought did not cross Freya's confused, panicked mind. She kept as silent as a mouse, not daring to even breathe as she stared at the door. Then, slowly she shifted down into a sleep-like position.
The door opened, and Freya closed her eyes. She remembered something she had learned.
If someone enters the room, do not clench your eyes shut. They will know you're not sleeping. Freya allowed her entire body to relax, and she soon felt like a rag doll. She forced her breathing into sleep-like patterns. Someone walked over.
"You awake?" Zidane asked.
No, I'm sleeping, Freya thought. I never woke up. I never screamed myself awake. I've been sleeping the entire time and you heard nothing. Go back to bed, Zidane. Don't let me worry you. Go away.
Had Freya screamed so loud as to wake the ones in the Royal Bedrooms? Wait, how did Freya know Zidane slept there? How did she even know he slept here in the first place?
Zidane knew Freya wasn't sleeping, but if she didn't want to talk, there was nothing he could do. He walked out of the room and shut the door. Freya slowly rose to a sitting position after the door was closed. She looked around frantically. After all the sights she had seen and thoughts she had had when she had been travelling a year before, she never thought she could feel this way.
She was scared.
Freya was quiet the entire day. She didn't make eye contact with anyone. She crawled away from people, staying in her room most of the day. She didn't eat, though she drank more than enough of water. Only once did she go outside. It was evening, and she stared endlessly in the distance, as if expecting someone to pop out of the ground and save her.
"What's wrong with her?" Garnet asked Zidane quietly.
"I don't know," Zidane replied. "But I think the guards should be on duty tonight."
It had been hard enough for Freya to fall asleep when night finally came. Once she fell asleep, nightmares haunted her. She dreamt of her own death many times, each more gruesome than the next, of giant serpents, and of Burmecians being tortured.
At last she woke. When she did, it was pitch black, and cold metal was being pressed against her throat. She brought her head upward, further revealing her vulnerable throat while she brought her legs upward. Her clawed feet latched against the cold blade and pushed it away from her throat. She then threw the blanket off her, tearing the material, and leapt off the bed and on her feet.
It was accomplished in four seconds. Freya felt dizzy on her feet, but she located four people in the room within seconds. There was a teenaged girl, a male who appeared to be a Black Mage despite his looks, a man in his 30s who appeared to be a tracker, and the human in black who wanted Freya dead. The girl held a racket, the Black Mage had a staff, the tracker held a knife, and the man in black held a crossbow.
Freya had nothing.
Immediately Freya heard a snap, and she rolled out of the way of a sharp arrow. She was instead hit by a Fire spell that knocked her to the ground. Freya leapt to her feet, rushed forward, and kicked the Black Mage to the ground. The side of her head was slashed by the tracker, and he received a punch in the face for his attack.
No longer did it matter that Freya was ill. Adrenaline had kicked in.
Blood dripped from the slash across Freya's head, and it stained her silver hair pink. Freya cartwheeled away from a Fira spell. She then kicked out and knocked the Black Mage to the ground. His staff spun away from him. The tracker moved to pick it up, but Freya kicked him away. She then had to roll away as another snap met her ears. The arrow punctured the wood behind her.
A little more maneuvering to the right would get Freya her spear, but the man in black was already rushing forward, his crossbow loaded. How he had loaded it so quickly was beyond Freya, but she knew she had to avoid him. She leapt to the right only to be knocked to the ground by a Water spell. She crashed into her spear, but she did at least get it.
Freya spun her spear around in her left hand. It charged with white energy. She avoided a Fira spell and used it to make a new target: the Black Mage. The Black Mage ran out of the way, so Freya changed coarse and slashed the tracker's stomach. The white energy made the wound larger. The tracker almost yelped, but his mouth was clamped shut by the man in black.
"No loud sounds," the man in black whispered.
Freya suddenly slammed her slightly charged spear into the man in black's stomach. He swung his fist around and clubbed her in the head. Freya stumbled to the ground. She threw her spear backward, back-rolled, then retrieved it on her way up. She avoided a crossbow arrow in the process.
Freya felt a shearing pain in her shoulder blades. She whipped around and automatically slashed the throat of the person behind her. That person happened to be the tracker, who had risen and sneaked behind her. Choking, he fell to the ground.
A cataclysm followed the tracker's fall. Suddenly the whole room was engulfed in a Firaga spell. The spell singed Freya's fur and clothing. She stumbled on her feet as the fire roared. A bright light suddenly replaced the fire, blinding Freya temporarily with its brightness. Freya stumbled backward, and she felt something being forced into her back. Thankfully, the blade had been misaimed and hit nothing vital.
Finally, the bright light cleared, though it took some time before Freya's sight returned. She couldn't believe it. She was the only one hurt! The White Mage was more powerful than she looked.
Suddenly a horrifying high sound filled the room, its deafening tone filling Freya's sensitive ears. As she stumbled over the tracker's lifeless body, she noticed that she seemed to be the only one who heard it.
She didn't hear the snap, and she felt an arrow lodge itself in her lower neck. The pain jumpstarted her body and she leapt to her feet. She grabbed her spear and tried to slash the Black Mage's stomach open. She didn't succeed, for he moved out of the way. She slashed air. Her ears were still ringing from the sound, which had left. She didn't know what it was.
Freya stumbled around and tried to deliver an attack to the human in black. She saw him lift some to his lips and blow into it. The horrifying sound came again, and Freya came to the realization that the instrument he held was like a dog whistle. In this case, it was a Burmecian torture device.
Suddenly Freya was hit full-force by a Thundaga spell. The lightning surged through her body and took any adrenaline that had survived the last attack. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her vision dimmed, and she felt like she was dying.
The Thundaga spell finally ended after 40 seconds. Freya slumped to the ground. She made an attempt to rise, and just succeeded. She stumbled about, only half-aware of her surroundings.
The man in black saw the opportunity. He shifted his sword slightly, then rushed forward. He slashed Freya's upper leg.
The pain sheered through Freya like lightning. She felt more than skin and muscle tear. The sword tore through her leg like it was butter. She felt bone crumple under the sword and split. A snap filled the air, but it didn't come from a crossbow.
Freya screamed, regardless of how insensible the scream was.
"FRATLEY!" she screamed, and fell.
He heard it.
FRATLEY!
Fratley spun around to look in the direction of the Castle. He had been heading toward one final store to buy a few more items. In fact, all he had been doing for the past few days was buying items, and sleeping at the inn due to not wanting to walk a far distance. He had bought many items, from potions to scrolls, but still had plenty of money to spare. To him, it didn't seem like his intelligence had been spared. Here he was, in the middle of Alexandria, while Freya was being attacked in the Castle.
Taking a shaky breath, Fratley thought quickly. He took out a Warp scroll and removed the silk string keeping it shut. Quickly unrolling the scroll, Fratley muttered the words in a slur under his breath. Regardless of the unintelligible words, the spell took effect. Surrounded by white energy, Fratley's body lost all sense of shape. He dematerialized into tiny particles, then zoomed straight toward the Castle. Oddly enough, he materialized in the air, and soon plummetted downard.
Fratley slammed straight into the man in black, knocking them both over. The Black Mage and White Mage backed up, unsure on what to do. Soon, Fratley rose to his feet and used a quick Dragon ability to knock the man in black into the two Mages. They all fell to the ground. Fratley then quickly found Freya. She was back against a wall, gasping softly. Some of her silver hair was stained pink from a slash in her head. Her upper leg was bleeding badly, and the arrow in her neck had not been taken out. There was a slash on her upper back and her lower back had been stabbed. Her arms had slashes. The sight brought Fratley to tears. This could've been avoided.
"Freya," Fratley said softly as he fell to his knees beside her. "Freya, I'm so sorry..."
He left you, Freya's thoughts said, but she ignored them. He had left, but here he was, right in the nick of time. His eyes were full of tears, and a few tears were sliding down his cheeks. He was upset about leaving, and upset about her condition. Yet, where had he been? It took Freya a few seconds to get the thought off her mind.
"Fratley, it's – it's all right," Freya whispered softly.
Fratley stroked Freya's cheek. His hand was warm against Freya's cold cheek. The man in black made an attempt to hit Fratley was a crossbow, but Fratley lifted his spear and deflected the arrow with it.
"Freya, I'm so sorry. This could've been avoided," Fratley muttered. He took a shaky breath. "But I won't leave now. I'll protect you with my life."
A soft smile came over Freya's face, but her eyes weren't focusing properly.
"Trust in your command," she whispered.
Freya's eyes slowly closed. Fratley took a deep breath and turned to his antagonists angrily. He spun his spear around and rushed for the Black Mage. The Black Mage swerved out of the way and prepared a Fira spell. Fratley kept going and slashed the girl instead. She let out a soft cry as she backed up. She tried to prepare a healing spell, but Fratley, grimly realizing he would have to finish her off, slashed her stomach with his spear. He then knocked her to the ground.
The man in black slashed Fratley in the shoulder with his sword. Despite the pain, Fratley whirled around and pointed his spear at the man. He allowed it to charge with energy before he thrust it toward the man's chest. The man deflected the attack quickly. He pushed Fratley back and straight into a Fira spell discharged by the Black Mage. Fratley yelped and backed away toward the door.
He heard footsteps, but ignored them. The man in black had taken something out and tossed it to the girl.
Suddenly glass shattered, and a potion bottle was on the ground, the potion flowing uselessly on the ground. Fratley had clearly knocked it to the ground. The man in black looked enraged. He swung his fist around and clubbed Fratley in the head. Fratley backed away, and felt a staff in his back. He automatically whirled around and slashed open the throat of the Black Mage. The Black Mage cast a Thundara Spell regardless of his condition. Fratley dodged most of the attack, but he was hit by part of it.
That was when they all heard footsteps.
Fratley swung his spear and stabbed the Black Mage in the chest. To his surprise, the Black Mage screamed. Fratley couldn't figure out why. Thinking something was up, he turned around to look at the man in black. To his complete shock, an arrow slammed straight into his eye.
Fratley staggered backward, startled. He spun his charged spear around and tried to hit the man in black, but he couldn't aim properly with only one eye functioning. The man in black dodged the attack with ease. He then slashed Fratley in the stomach. Fratley fell to his knees. He made one final attack, but it was a failure from the start. The man in black knocked Fratley's spear away. He then clubbed Fratley in the head with his sword.
Fratley slumped to the ground. The man in black snorted and walked over to the Black Mage, who was on his last breath.
"Do you have the Burning Acid?" The man in black asked.
The Black Mage nodded, gasping. As he fumbled weakly for an item in his pocket, someone began to pound on the door. Soon, the Black Mage had given the man in black a flask.
"Let the COL live on," the Black Mage gasped.
The man in black clasped his hand in the Black Mage's, and held it while the Mage died. He then rose and walked over to Freya. How he wished he could attempt to kill her now! If only the Queen didn't know White Magic! What a burden!
Then again, she wouldn't be a burden for much longer. The man in black grabbed Freya's arm roughly.
The two vanished just as the door was at last opened.
--- Rewrote this chapter as well (aren't I busy?) Anyway, the true fight has really begun!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.
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Was she walking? She could not be sure, as she didn't feel anything, at least not yet. She couldn't see. Were her eyes closed? Maybe that was the problem. She tried to open her eyes, but they refused. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried to run, but she went no where and followed the steady strut of the person she was trapped within.
Then, suddenly, she felt pain. Something sheered through the skin and flesh of the person who had her trapped. She felt the pain. Was she this person's soul? She felt the person buckle down and collapse. She heard voices.
"You there! How dare you try to assassinate our king!"
"Your king means nothing to me, and neither does your existence. Leave, or you shall die with him."
"We're not goin' anywhere! Darin' ta attack our king means ya get ta experience a place called 'ell! If ya don' leave, ya are goin' ta be feelin' it!"
"You are Dari? How wonderful. If you would care to remember you would know what happened the last time your pitiful race tried to double- cross the COL. History shall now get pretty close to repeating itself."
She heard weapons clash and people shout. The pain was unbearable. Then, suddenly, her mouth opened.
"NO! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!"
Freya woke up screaming the last sentence. She bolted into a sitting position, face wet with sweat. Panting, she looked around the room. It was peaceful. Not a single creature was in it besides her.
What was that dream? What was going on in Burmecia? Someone was under attack. All those voices were so familiar. Gray, Aireff, Puck, and that human – were they all in Burmecia? What was with Puck? Why had he screamed that sentence at the end? And why had Freya screamed it?
Had she been in Puck? It made no sense. Freya didn't understand.
Someone knocked on the door, and Freya went stiff. Of course, if someone wanted to hurt her they wouldn't have bothered knocking, but this thought did not cross Freya's confused, panicked mind. She kept as silent as a mouse, not daring to even breathe as she stared at the door. Then, slowly she shifted down into a sleep-like position.
The door opened, and Freya closed her eyes. She remembered something she had learned.
If someone enters the room, do not clench your eyes shut. They will know you're not sleeping. Freya allowed her entire body to relax, and she soon felt like a rag doll. She forced her breathing into sleep-like patterns. Someone walked over.
"You awake?" Zidane asked.
No, I'm sleeping, Freya thought. I never woke up. I never screamed myself awake. I've been sleeping the entire time and you heard nothing. Go back to bed, Zidane. Don't let me worry you. Go away.
Had Freya screamed so loud as to wake the ones in the Royal Bedrooms? Wait, how did Freya know Zidane slept there? How did she even know he slept here in the first place?
Zidane knew Freya wasn't sleeping, but if she didn't want to talk, there was nothing he could do. He walked out of the room and shut the door. Freya slowly rose to a sitting position after the door was closed. She looked around frantically. After all the sights she had seen and thoughts she had had when she had been travelling a year before, she never thought she could feel this way.
She was scared.
Freya was quiet the entire day. She didn't make eye contact with anyone. She crawled away from people, staying in her room most of the day. She didn't eat, though she drank more than enough of water. Only once did she go outside. It was evening, and she stared endlessly in the distance, as if expecting someone to pop out of the ground and save her.
"What's wrong with her?" Garnet asked Zidane quietly.
"I don't know," Zidane replied. "But I think the guards should be on duty tonight."
It had been hard enough for Freya to fall asleep when night finally came. Once she fell asleep, nightmares haunted her. She dreamt of her own death many times, each more gruesome than the next, of giant serpents, and of Burmecians being tortured.
At last she woke. When she did, it was pitch black, and cold metal was being pressed against her throat. She brought her head upward, further revealing her vulnerable throat while she brought her legs upward. Her clawed feet latched against the cold blade and pushed it away from her throat. She then threw the blanket off her, tearing the material, and leapt off the bed and on her feet.
It was accomplished in four seconds. Freya felt dizzy on her feet, but she located four people in the room within seconds. There was a teenaged girl, a male who appeared to be a Black Mage despite his looks, a man in his 30s who appeared to be a tracker, and the human in black who wanted Freya dead. The girl held a racket, the Black Mage had a staff, the tracker held a knife, and the man in black held a crossbow.
Freya had nothing.
Immediately Freya heard a snap, and she rolled out of the way of a sharp arrow. She was instead hit by a Fire spell that knocked her to the ground. Freya leapt to her feet, rushed forward, and kicked the Black Mage to the ground. The side of her head was slashed by the tracker, and he received a punch in the face for his attack.
No longer did it matter that Freya was ill. Adrenaline had kicked in.
Blood dripped from the slash across Freya's head, and it stained her silver hair pink. Freya cartwheeled away from a Fira spell. She then kicked out and knocked the Black Mage to the ground. His staff spun away from him. The tracker moved to pick it up, but Freya kicked him away. She then had to roll away as another snap met her ears. The arrow punctured the wood behind her.
A little more maneuvering to the right would get Freya her spear, but the man in black was already rushing forward, his crossbow loaded. How he had loaded it so quickly was beyond Freya, but she knew she had to avoid him. She leapt to the right only to be knocked to the ground by a Water spell. She crashed into her spear, but she did at least get it.
Freya spun her spear around in her left hand. It charged with white energy. She avoided a Fira spell and used it to make a new target: the Black Mage. The Black Mage ran out of the way, so Freya changed coarse and slashed the tracker's stomach. The white energy made the wound larger. The tracker almost yelped, but his mouth was clamped shut by the man in black.
"No loud sounds," the man in black whispered.
Freya suddenly slammed her slightly charged spear into the man in black's stomach. He swung his fist around and clubbed her in the head. Freya stumbled to the ground. She threw her spear backward, back-rolled, then retrieved it on her way up. She avoided a crossbow arrow in the process.
Freya felt a shearing pain in her shoulder blades. She whipped around and automatically slashed the throat of the person behind her. That person happened to be the tracker, who had risen and sneaked behind her. Choking, he fell to the ground.
A cataclysm followed the tracker's fall. Suddenly the whole room was engulfed in a Firaga spell. The spell singed Freya's fur and clothing. She stumbled on her feet as the fire roared. A bright light suddenly replaced the fire, blinding Freya temporarily with its brightness. Freya stumbled backward, and she felt something being forced into her back. Thankfully, the blade had been misaimed and hit nothing vital.
Finally, the bright light cleared, though it took some time before Freya's sight returned. She couldn't believe it. She was the only one hurt! The White Mage was more powerful than she looked.
Suddenly a horrifying high sound filled the room, its deafening tone filling Freya's sensitive ears. As she stumbled over the tracker's lifeless body, she noticed that she seemed to be the only one who heard it.
She didn't hear the snap, and she felt an arrow lodge itself in her lower neck. The pain jumpstarted her body and she leapt to her feet. She grabbed her spear and tried to slash the Black Mage's stomach open. She didn't succeed, for he moved out of the way. She slashed air. Her ears were still ringing from the sound, which had left. She didn't know what it was.
Freya stumbled around and tried to deliver an attack to the human in black. She saw him lift some to his lips and blow into it. The horrifying sound came again, and Freya came to the realization that the instrument he held was like a dog whistle. In this case, it was a Burmecian torture device.
Suddenly Freya was hit full-force by a Thundaga spell. The lightning surged through her body and took any adrenaline that had survived the last attack. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her vision dimmed, and she felt like she was dying.
The Thundaga spell finally ended after 40 seconds. Freya slumped to the ground. She made an attempt to rise, and just succeeded. She stumbled about, only half-aware of her surroundings.
The man in black saw the opportunity. He shifted his sword slightly, then rushed forward. He slashed Freya's upper leg.
The pain sheered through Freya like lightning. She felt more than skin and muscle tear. The sword tore through her leg like it was butter. She felt bone crumple under the sword and split. A snap filled the air, but it didn't come from a crossbow.
Freya screamed, regardless of how insensible the scream was.
"FRATLEY!" she screamed, and fell.
He heard it.
FRATLEY!
Fratley spun around to look in the direction of the Castle. He had been heading toward one final store to buy a few more items. In fact, all he had been doing for the past few days was buying items, and sleeping at the inn due to not wanting to walk a far distance. He had bought many items, from potions to scrolls, but still had plenty of money to spare. To him, it didn't seem like his intelligence had been spared. Here he was, in the middle of Alexandria, while Freya was being attacked in the Castle.
Taking a shaky breath, Fratley thought quickly. He took out a Warp scroll and removed the silk string keeping it shut. Quickly unrolling the scroll, Fratley muttered the words in a slur under his breath. Regardless of the unintelligible words, the spell took effect. Surrounded by white energy, Fratley's body lost all sense of shape. He dematerialized into tiny particles, then zoomed straight toward the Castle. Oddly enough, he materialized in the air, and soon plummetted downard.
Fratley slammed straight into the man in black, knocking them both over. The Black Mage and White Mage backed up, unsure on what to do. Soon, Fratley rose to his feet and used a quick Dragon ability to knock the man in black into the two Mages. They all fell to the ground. Fratley then quickly found Freya. She was back against a wall, gasping softly. Some of her silver hair was stained pink from a slash in her head. Her upper leg was bleeding badly, and the arrow in her neck had not been taken out. There was a slash on her upper back and her lower back had been stabbed. Her arms had slashes. The sight brought Fratley to tears. This could've been avoided.
"Freya," Fratley said softly as he fell to his knees beside her. "Freya, I'm so sorry..."
He left you, Freya's thoughts said, but she ignored them. He had left, but here he was, right in the nick of time. His eyes were full of tears, and a few tears were sliding down his cheeks. He was upset about leaving, and upset about her condition. Yet, where had he been? It took Freya a few seconds to get the thought off her mind.
"Fratley, it's – it's all right," Freya whispered softly.
Fratley stroked Freya's cheek. His hand was warm against Freya's cold cheek. The man in black made an attempt to hit Fratley was a crossbow, but Fratley lifted his spear and deflected the arrow with it.
"Freya, I'm so sorry. This could've been avoided," Fratley muttered. He took a shaky breath. "But I won't leave now. I'll protect you with my life."
A soft smile came over Freya's face, but her eyes weren't focusing properly.
"Trust in your command," she whispered.
Freya's eyes slowly closed. Fratley took a deep breath and turned to his antagonists angrily. He spun his spear around and rushed for the Black Mage. The Black Mage swerved out of the way and prepared a Fira spell. Fratley kept going and slashed the girl instead. She let out a soft cry as she backed up. She tried to prepare a healing spell, but Fratley, grimly realizing he would have to finish her off, slashed her stomach with his spear. He then knocked her to the ground.
The man in black slashed Fratley in the shoulder with his sword. Despite the pain, Fratley whirled around and pointed his spear at the man. He allowed it to charge with energy before he thrust it toward the man's chest. The man deflected the attack quickly. He pushed Fratley back and straight into a Fira spell discharged by the Black Mage. Fratley yelped and backed away toward the door.
He heard footsteps, but ignored them. The man in black had taken something out and tossed it to the girl.
Suddenly glass shattered, and a potion bottle was on the ground, the potion flowing uselessly on the ground. Fratley had clearly knocked it to the ground. The man in black looked enraged. He swung his fist around and clubbed Fratley in the head. Fratley backed away, and felt a staff in his back. He automatically whirled around and slashed open the throat of the Black Mage. The Black Mage cast a Thundara Spell regardless of his condition. Fratley dodged most of the attack, but he was hit by part of it.
That was when they all heard footsteps.
Fratley swung his spear and stabbed the Black Mage in the chest. To his surprise, the Black Mage screamed. Fratley couldn't figure out why. Thinking something was up, he turned around to look at the man in black. To his complete shock, an arrow slammed straight into his eye.
Fratley staggered backward, startled. He spun his charged spear around and tried to hit the man in black, but he couldn't aim properly with only one eye functioning. The man in black dodged the attack with ease. He then slashed Fratley in the stomach. Fratley fell to his knees. He made one final attack, but it was a failure from the start. The man in black knocked Fratley's spear away. He then clubbed Fratley in the head with his sword.
Fratley slumped to the ground. The man in black snorted and walked over to the Black Mage, who was on his last breath.
"Do you have the Burning Acid?" The man in black asked.
The Black Mage nodded, gasping. As he fumbled weakly for an item in his pocket, someone began to pound on the door. Soon, the Black Mage had given the man in black a flask.
"Let the COL live on," the Black Mage gasped.
The man in black clasped his hand in the Black Mage's, and held it while the Mage died. He then rose and walked over to Freya. How he wished he could attempt to kill her now! If only the Queen didn't know White Magic! What a burden!
Then again, she wouldn't be a burden for much longer. The man in black grabbed Freya's arm roughly.
The two vanished just as the door was at last opened.
--- Rewrote this chapter as well (aren't I busy?) Anyway, the true fight has really begun!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.