Chapter Twenty-eight
Burmecia; Freya's House; Late Night
Pain, heat, and the smell of smoke slowly managed to wake Freya up. At first she was confused. Had she fallen asleep?
Then she was yelping and leaping out of the bed, slamming into a charred wall. The bed was on fire. Come to think of it, she was on fire too. Freya threw herself onto the floor and rolled.
The fire on her was soon out, but the fire in Freya's house was just as fierce. Freya rose slowly to her feet, confused. How had she slept through this? Had she been that tired? Why was the fire blue? Where was everyone? What was going on?
Freya immediately looked over at the window. It would not be wise to go through it; the frame had collapsed over the opening, leaving burning wood over the opening. Eyes wide in an attempt to see through the smoke, Freya looked toward the door. Flames flickered at the doorframe, but it seemed accessible. Freya swiftly walked through.
She found herself faced with a deadly inferno. The wooden supports keeping the house together were ablaze. All doorways but Freya's were completely on fire. Still, Freya rushed across the hot floor and toward a door. She quickly stopped moving and leapt backward as heat and flames greeted her. Freya turned again, but everywhere there seemed to be flames and only flames...
Then Freya thought she saw an opening. She rushed forward, only to trip over a burning plank on the floor and fall face-first into a bunch of flames. With a soft, muffled scream, Freya tried to roll out of the flames, only to bump into the wall. She scrambled to her feet and ran blindly forward. She slammed into the wall.
Focus... Freya told herself.
Freya slowly spun around. She was no longer in flames. She was a foot away from them, however. A few flames still flickered on her clothing. Freya could smell singed fur. Her eyes stung and were beginning to water. Her tail hurt.
Freya took a deep breath and leapt over the flames. She soon found herself back where she had started when she had left her room. She sneezed helplessly as she tried to locate the stairs. But she couldn't find them. The flames were too great.
Freya rushed in the relative direction she felt the stairs would be in, but a snap and a sudden flaming plank slamming into the floor made her screech to a stop. Her body couldn't handle the sudden stop and she fell over. Freya quickly rolled away from the flaming log, dousing the flames on her. She then rose to her feet just as she heard a snap from above. Instinctively Freya looked up.
A flaming plank slammed into Freya's face. Freya fell to the ground, and threw the plank off her face. She rose to her feet and began to run in a random direction, hoping to find the stairs.
She found them, but had to stop herself before she fell into the deadly inferno that replaced the wooden stairs. Panicking, Freya backed up, and straight into more fire. With a yelp Freya leapt onto a flaming plank. She ran into a wall.
Freya wasn't thinking anymore; she couldn't. Pain seared through the left side of her face, and it was too painful to open her left eye. Her tail felt raw and painful. It felt as if most of her fur had been fried away. Her pink jacket, which she had worn to bed because of the cold, was the only thing that had kept her shirt from burning away. Her jacket was nearly destroyed, while the shirt suffered only damage at the sleeves. The pain was too much, the smoke was choking her, and the flames were scaring her.
Above Freya, something snapped. More planks fell to the ground. Freya stumbled in that direction. She barely had enough time to leap out of the way of the large piece of stone that had once been part of the roof. It slammed straight through the floor. Freya, meanwhile, rolled out of the way of the flames she had leapt into, and fell straight through the hole in the floor. She slammed into the boulder and rolled off it and to the hot ground.
Freya was now choking. She rose to her feet, staggering. No longer did she think. Now she just acted. Freya leapt onto the stone, then off of it and into the air. She flew straight through the flames and through the hole in the roof. The rain felt refreshing when it finally hit her. Her leap led her over the house and toward the ground. She slammed into the hard ground, rolled a few feet, then laid relatively still, coughing.
Out of all things Amarant had expected to happen, he had not expected Freya to escape through the house through the roof. He had not expected her to escape so late. And he had not expected her to be half-dead.
The left side of Freya's face was completely burnt away, revealing blackish, burnt muscle. Her jacket was in burnt tatters, while the sleeves of her shirt had been burned off, along with a few patches on her back. Her arms were badly burnt. Various burns covered her back. The tip of her tail had been completely burned away, along with the tips of her ears. Her eyes were watery from the smoke. She laid on the floor, coughing up smoke. Meander had already walked over to her, but there was nothing anyone of them could do for now. Eiko looked extremely worried, but Amarant didn't care about her. Thanks to Dominic, she had escaped. And thanks to Meander, Anita had gotten out. But Amarant hadn't been there to get Freya out.
"I can't believe I slept through that," Freya choked out between coughs.
A snap filled the air. Freya rolled out of the way just as an arrow flew toward her. The arrow slammed into the ground. Meander and Amarant's heads jerked in the direction the arrow had come from. Freya, still coughing slightly, also looked in that direction.
Standing there was Julius. Freya's eyes narrowed angrily as she rose to her feet.
"You started the fire," she spat.
"Your point?" Julius asked, reloading his crossbow.
"Why are you still bothering me?" Freya asked.
"You're not dead yet," Julius replied curtly, aiming his crossbow at Freya's heart. "If you'll die, you won't have to worry about me."
The arrow shot at Freya, but she dodged it with ease. The fire had jump-started her. Cursing softly, Julius lowered his crossbow.
"I am God-damn sick of you," Freya growled, clenching her fists.
"Freya," Meander said as a way of warning.
"Too late, she's pissed," Amarant muttered.
Suddenly Freya rushed toward Julius.
"Freya do—"Dominic began, but it was too late.
Julius disappeared into mid-air, revealing Ebon standing behind him. A burst of white energy came from Ebon's hand and slammed into Freya, who could neither brake nor dodge in time. She flew backward and slammed into the ground. She rolled a few feet, then laid still. She did not move, and her eyes were half-closed. Amarant recognized the problem immediately.
Ebon had stunned her.
"Freya Crescent, you are under arrest," Ebon said coldly.
"Holy shit, for what?" Amarant asked, annoyed.
"Assault, returning when banned, and many other things," Ebon replied coolly. "She will be taken into custody, as will you, and the tailed guy."
"Why us?" Meander asked.
"Dangerous," Ebon replied.
Amarant opened his mouth to protest, thought it over, then shut his mouth. He would've protested, but he knew Freya would have to go. And if Amarant and Meander chose not to go, she'd be killed. Furthermore, Amarant and Meander should both go, so Amarant could watch Freya, and Meander could simply teleport away.
"Fine," Amarant muttered. "Ten hut?"
"You'll be escorted by guards," Ebon said with a snort. "Guards, lead them to the castle. The second room."
A bunch of guards appeared from the shadows, startling all who had gathered. Swiftly Amarant gathered Freya in his arms. He took a quick glance around the area, and soon saw Aireff. The Dragon Warrior did not look happy. The guards began their escort, looking nervous about escorting two large, dangerous men.
"Will there be a trial?" Amarant asked as he passed by Aireff.
"Hopefully," Aireff replied in a hiss. "And hopefully it will be a fair one."
"Doubtful," Meander grunted, more to himself than anyone. "Not at this rate."
"Complete silence, please," a guard muttered.
The escort was finished in silence.
Freya despised Ebon, and she truly despised his stun spell. She was awake – She could hear and smell perfectly – but her sight was limited, and she couldn't move at all. It was extremely aggravating, just like her life. She had no break. No chances. Nothing anymore, but a few friends who couldn't really help with the situation.
When Freya finally had complete control of her body, she found that they were in the castle. Amarant was watching her, and Meander was gone.
"Where'd Meander go?" Freya asked.
"I'm not sure," Amarant grunted. "He didn't say."
Freya sighed and turned her gaze toward the window. Smoke still clogged the rainy skies of Burmecia. She could still see blue flames in the distance. The water-resistant fire was still burning. Her house was still burning. She had almost burned with it.
"Everything is just plain wrong," Freya muttered. "I don't stand much of a chance at this rate?"
"You're giving up?" Amarant asked with disgust.
"I have one last chance," Freya said, avoiding Amarant's question. "The trial. There has to be a trial by Burmecian law, and Dragon Warriors can override the King. Perhaps Aireff – But wait, he's not enough. If only I was still a Dragon Warrior... God! This was all planned."
"Planned? All this bad luck planned?" Amarant asked.
"Well, obviously," Freya said, stressed. "Banned from home with hopes that I would be killed while out. Just in case, Dragon Warrior status is removed. That way if I do come home, I can't override the King. Fratley in a coma. No doubt that was a bit of bad luck, but still cuts close. He can't defend me. Rose's leave. She left to warn me, and I drove her away from here. So she can't defend me either. Most of the other Dragon Warriors are dead, Oregon is still missing, and Aireff has trouble getting serious. I'm doomed at this rate."
"Can Puck do anything?" Amarant asked.
Freya let out a sharp, sarcastic bark of laughter. "Puck? Doubtful. Don't forget who's ruling right now."
Amarant snorted, realizing that talking to Freya right now wasn't a smart move. She was replacing pain and sadness with anger for the time being. Freya, indeed, had done so. Feeling frustrated and upset, she turned her gaze to the window and stared at the smoke that was slowly becoming a thick fog in the Burmecian sky.
Fratley's team had chosen to camp out at Gizumaluke's Grotto until Rose showed signs of getting better. For reasons none of them but Kitski could understand, the blind spell was taking longer to heal. Kitski, being her typical antisocial self, refused to say a word. Fratley, not wanting to make his mother's condition any worse, had called a break in the haunting, sad remains of Gizulaluke's home.
But Fratley was not sleeping. He was standing outside the Grotto, watching with horror and worry as smoke gathered above Burmecia in the distance. His excellent eyesight could see a fire within the city's gates. Fratley shifted nervously. Something was wrong. The fire's location was suspicious.
"Why don't you just run?"
Fratley jumped, startled at the voice. His head jerked in the direction of the voice, only to find deep blue cat eyes staring at him. Kitski's clawed hand ran through her black hair as she stared at Fratley with her average cynical expression.
"You could easily make it," Kitski said, her masculine accent confirming that it was indeed she. "Just run and find her and let everything be all right."
Fratley bit his lip while he looked back at Burmecia. If only he could run and just get there... But who was he to abandon his friends? He wanted to find Freya and save her, but he didn't want to abandon his friends and mother...
"I couldn't," Fratley muttered bitterly. "It's too great a distance."
"Then teleport," Kitski spat irritably. "You have your warp scrolls."
"Do you want me to leave?" Fratley asked.
Kitski's cat ears flattened against her head while her eyes narrowed. Fratley stepped back, recognizing signs of anger. He knew he was strong, but he didn't know Kitski's true strength, and he didn't want to risk it.
"I don't want you to leave, I'm trying to help you! The slow pace is worrying you and making you frustrated! You can't hide it from me! The best thing for you would be to find her and stop trying to be sympathetic with us!" Kitski spat angrily, her teeth being bared with each word.
Fratley stared at Kitski was shock. His own ears flattened slightly as a feeling of offense flowed through him. His eye narrowed, but when he spoke, his voice was calm.
"I would love to simply run away and find Freya so I can protect her, love her, keep her safe. But I can't just abandon the people I am traveling with now. What would that prove? That I am selfish? That Freya is dominant in my mind, and high above everyone else? I do not want to be a fool. We are only a few days away from Burmecia. If Rose's condition fades quickly, we will soon be home," Fratley said slowly.
Fratley turned around to leave, but Kitski's next words flowed to him.
"Freya is dominant in your mind," Kitski hissed.
Fratley stopped in his tracks. His eyes narrowed while his fur bristled slightly. He turned slightly at Kitski. The two stared at each other coldly. Neither of them grabbed for weapons. Neither of them shouted. Both of them were calm with experience.
"Freya is dominant in your mind," Kitski repeated, but she was now speaking in a neutral tone. "And that I understand. The smoke that billows above the city worries you, because you think it comes from a fire threatening Freya. You want to escape to Burmecia and end it – Yet who are you to abandon your other friends who are also in need of your protection? You are stuck in a loop... Yet I can break it for you. Fratley, tomorrow, around midday, watch a spectacle – Watch what happens when a chemist and a White Mage becomes one."
With each word Fratley had gotten more and more confused. Kitski moved past him, but Fratley grabbed her shoulder and pulled her carefully back.
"What spectacle?" Fratley asked.
Kitski turned her gaze onto Fratley. Her peach lips soon formed a smirk.
"Why, Sir Fratley, I thought you were smarter than this," Kitski said teasingly. "I know what's wrong with your mother. And I'm going to make something to heal her."
Kitski carefully pulled free of Fratley's grasp. She waltzed away, not looking back. Fratley only watched her leave, stunned by her words. How had she known? How had she known?
Now was not the time to ask. Now Fratley could only feel relief to know that his mother would be all right – And that they would reach Burmecia more quickly. Suddenly feeling a little more relief than before, Fratley retreated back into the depressing Grotto to try and get some sleep.
---- Not sure I have much to say... Ebon is being a typical ass, Julius is persistent, Freya has major problems and Fratley's stuck in a depressing Grotto. Now that's a bad day.
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.
Burmecia; Freya's House; Late Night
Pain, heat, and the smell of smoke slowly managed to wake Freya up. At first she was confused. Had she fallen asleep?
Then she was yelping and leaping out of the bed, slamming into a charred wall. The bed was on fire. Come to think of it, she was on fire too. Freya threw herself onto the floor and rolled.
The fire on her was soon out, but the fire in Freya's house was just as fierce. Freya rose slowly to her feet, confused. How had she slept through this? Had she been that tired? Why was the fire blue? Where was everyone? What was going on?
Freya immediately looked over at the window. It would not be wise to go through it; the frame had collapsed over the opening, leaving burning wood over the opening. Eyes wide in an attempt to see through the smoke, Freya looked toward the door. Flames flickered at the doorframe, but it seemed accessible. Freya swiftly walked through.
She found herself faced with a deadly inferno. The wooden supports keeping the house together were ablaze. All doorways but Freya's were completely on fire. Still, Freya rushed across the hot floor and toward a door. She quickly stopped moving and leapt backward as heat and flames greeted her. Freya turned again, but everywhere there seemed to be flames and only flames...
Then Freya thought she saw an opening. She rushed forward, only to trip over a burning plank on the floor and fall face-first into a bunch of flames. With a soft, muffled scream, Freya tried to roll out of the flames, only to bump into the wall. She scrambled to her feet and ran blindly forward. She slammed into the wall.
Focus... Freya told herself.
Freya slowly spun around. She was no longer in flames. She was a foot away from them, however. A few flames still flickered on her clothing. Freya could smell singed fur. Her eyes stung and were beginning to water. Her tail hurt.
Freya took a deep breath and leapt over the flames. She soon found herself back where she had started when she had left her room. She sneezed helplessly as she tried to locate the stairs. But she couldn't find them. The flames were too great.
Freya rushed in the relative direction she felt the stairs would be in, but a snap and a sudden flaming plank slamming into the floor made her screech to a stop. Her body couldn't handle the sudden stop and she fell over. Freya quickly rolled away from the flaming log, dousing the flames on her. She then rose to her feet just as she heard a snap from above. Instinctively Freya looked up.
A flaming plank slammed into Freya's face. Freya fell to the ground, and threw the plank off her face. She rose to her feet and began to run in a random direction, hoping to find the stairs.
She found them, but had to stop herself before she fell into the deadly inferno that replaced the wooden stairs. Panicking, Freya backed up, and straight into more fire. With a yelp Freya leapt onto a flaming plank. She ran into a wall.
Freya wasn't thinking anymore; she couldn't. Pain seared through the left side of her face, and it was too painful to open her left eye. Her tail felt raw and painful. It felt as if most of her fur had been fried away. Her pink jacket, which she had worn to bed because of the cold, was the only thing that had kept her shirt from burning away. Her jacket was nearly destroyed, while the shirt suffered only damage at the sleeves. The pain was too much, the smoke was choking her, and the flames were scaring her.
Above Freya, something snapped. More planks fell to the ground. Freya stumbled in that direction. She barely had enough time to leap out of the way of the large piece of stone that had once been part of the roof. It slammed straight through the floor. Freya, meanwhile, rolled out of the way of the flames she had leapt into, and fell straight through the hole in the floor. She slammed into the boulder and rolled off it and to the hot ground.
Freya was now choking. She rose to her feet, staggering. No longer did she think. Now she just acted. Freya leapt onto the stone, then off of it and into the air. She flew straight through the flames and through the hole in the roof. The rain felt refreshing when it finally hit her. Her leap led her over the house and toward the ground. She slammed into the hard ground, rolled a few feet, then laid relatively still, coughing.
Out of all things Amarant had expected to happen, he had not expected Freya to escape through the house through the roof. He had not expected her to escape so late. And he had not expected her to be half-dead.
The left side of Freya's face was completely burnt away, revealing blackish, burnt muscle. Her jacket was in burnt tatters, while the sleeves of her shirt had been burned off, along with a few patches on her back. Her arms were badly burnt. Various burns covered her back. The tip of her tail had been completely burned away, along with the tips of her ears. Her eyes were watery from the smoke. She laid on the floor, coughing up smoke. Meander had already walked over to her, but there was nothing anyone of them could do for now. Eiko looked extremely worried, but Amarant didn't care about her. Thanks to Dominic, she had escaped. And thanks to Meander, Anita had gotten out. But Amarant hadn't been there to get Freya out.
"I can't believe I slept through that," Freya choked out between coughs.
A snap filled the air. Freya rolled out of the way just as an arrow flew toward her. The arrow slammed into the ground. Meander and Amarant's heads jerked in the direction the arrow had come from. Freya, still coughing slightly, also looked in that direction.
Standing there was Julius. Freya's eyes narrowed angrily as she rose to her feet.
"You started the fire," she spat.
"Your point?" Julius asked, reloading his crossbow.
"Why are you still bothering me?" Freya asked.
"You're not dead yet," Julius replied curtly, aiming his crossbow at Freya's heart. "If you'll die, you won't have to worry about me."
The arrow shot at Freya, but she dodged it with ease. The fire had jump-started her. Cursing softly, Julius lowered his crossbow.
"I am God-damn sick of you," Freya growled, clenching her fists.
"Freya," Meander said as a way of warning.
"Too late, she's pissed," Amarant muttered.
Suddenly Freya rushed toward Julius.
"Freya do—"Dominic began, but it was too late.
Julius disappeared into mid-air, revealing Ebon standing behind him. A burst of white energy came from Ebon's hand and slammed into Freya, who could neither brake nor dodge in time. She flew backward and slammed into the ground. She rolled a few feet, then laid still. She did not move, and her eyes were half-closed. Amarant recognized the problem immediately.
Ebon had stunned her.
"Freya Crescent, you are under arrest," Ebon said coldly.
"Holy shit, for what?" Amarant asked, annoyed.
"Assault, returning when banned, and many other things," Ebon replied coolly. "She will be taken into custody, as will you, and the tailed guy."
"Why us?" Meander asked.
"Dangerous," Ebon replied.
Amarant opened his mouth to protest, thought it over, then shut his mouth. He would've protested, but he knew Freya would have to go. And if Amarant and Meander chose not to go, she'd be killed. Furthermore, Amarant and Meander should both go, so Amarant could watch Freya, and Meander could simply teleport away.
"Fine," Amarant muttered. "Ten hut?"
"You'll be escorted by guards," Ebon said with a snort. "Guards, lead them to the castle. The second room."
A bunch of guards appeared from the shadows, startling all who had gathered. Swiftly Amarant gathered Freya in his arms. He took a quick glance around the area, and soon saw Aireff. The Dragon Warrior did not look happy. The guards began their escort, looking nervous about escorting two large, dangerous men.
"Will there be a trial?" Amarant asked as he passed by Aireff.
"Hopefully," Aireff replied in a hiss. "And hopefully it will be a fair one."
"Doubtful," Meander grunted, more to himself than anyone. "Not at this rate."
"Complete silence, please," a guard muttered.
The escort was finished in silence.
Freya despised Ebon, and she truly despised his stun spell. She was awake – She could hear and smell perfectly – but her sight was limited, and she couldn't move at all. It was extremely aggravating, just like her life. She had no break. No chances. Nothing anymore, but a few friends who couldn't really help with the situation.
When Freya finally had complete control of her body, she found that they were in the castle. Amarant was watching her, and Meander was gone.
"Where'd Meander go?" Freya asked.
"I'm not sure," Amarant grunted. "He didn't say."
Freya sighed and turned her gaze toward the window. Smoke still clogged the rainy skies of Burmecia. She could still see blue flames in the distance. The water-resistant fire was still burning. Her house was still burning. She had almost burned with it.
"Everything is just plain wrong," Freya muttered. "I don't stand much of a chance at this rate?"
"You're giving up?" Amarant asked with disgust.
"I have one last chance," Freya said, avoiding Amarant's question. "The trial. There has to be a trial by Burmecian law, and Dragon Warriors can override the King. Perhaps Aireff – But wait, he's not enough. If only I was still a Dragon Warrior... God! This was all planned."
"Planned? All this bad luck planned?" Amarant asked.
"Well, obviously," Freya said, stressed. "Banned from home with hopes that I would be killed while out. Just in case, Dragon Warrior status is removed. That way if I do come home, I can't override the King. Fratley in a coma. No doubt that was a bit of bad luck, but still cuts close. He can't defend me. Rose's leave. She left to warn me, and I drove her away from here. So she can't defend me either. Most of the other Dragon Warriors are dead, Oregon is still missing, and Aireff has trouble getting serious. I'm doomed at this rate."
"Can Puck do anything?" Amarant asked.
Freya let out a sharp, sarcastic bark of laughter. "Puck? Doubtful. Don't forget who's ruling right now."
Amarant snorted, realizing that talking to Freya right now wasn't a smart move. She was replacing pain and sadness with anger for the time being. Freya, indeed, had done so. Feeling frustrated and upset, she turned her gaze to the window and stared at the smoke that was slowly becoming a thick fog in the Burmecian sky.
Fratley's team had chosen to camp out at Gizumaluke's Grotto until Rose showed signs of getting better. For reasons none of them but Kitski could understand, the blind spell was taking longer to heal. Kitski, being her typical antisocial self, refused to say a word. Fratley, not wanting to make his mother's condition any worse, had called a break in the haunting, sad remains of Gizulaluke's home.
But Fratley was not sleeping. He was standing outside the Grotto, watching with horror and worry as smoke gathered above Burmecia in the distance. His excellent eyesight could see a fire within the city's gates. Fratley shifted nervously. Something was wrong. The fire's location was suspicious.
"Why don't you just run?"
Fratley jumped, startled at the voice. His head jerked in the direction of the voice, only to find deep blue cat eyes staring at him. Kitski's clawed hand ran through her black hair as she stared at Fratley with her average cynical expression.
"You could easily make it," Kitski said, her masculine accent confirming that it was indeed she. "Just run and find her and let everything be all right."
Fratley bit his lip while he looked back at Burmecia. If only he could run and just get there... But who was he to abandon his friends? He wanted to find Freya and save her, but he didn't want to abandon his friends and mother...
"I couldn't," Fratley muttered bitterly. "It's too great a distance."
"Then teleport," Kitski spat irritably. "You have your warp scrolls."
"Do you want me to leave?" Fratley asked.
Kitski's cat ears flattened against her head while her eyes narrowed. Fratley stepped back, recognizing signs of anger. He knew he was strong, but he didn't know Kitski's true strength, and he didn't want to risk it.
"I don't want you to leave, I'm trying to help you! The slow pace is worrying you and making you frustrated! You can't hide it from me! The best thing for you would be to find her and stop trying to be sympathetic with us!" Kitski spat angrily, her teeth being bared with each word.
Fratley stared at Kitski was shock. His own ears flattened slightly as a feeling of offense flowed through him. His eye narrowed, but when he spoke, his voice was calm.
"I would love to simply run away and find Freya so I can protect her, love her, keep her safe. But I can't just abandon the people I am traveling with now. What would that prove? That I am selfish? That Freya is dominant in my mind, and high above everyone else? I do not want to be a fool. We are only a few days away from Burmecia. If Rose's condition fades quickly, we will soon be home," Fratley said slowly.
Fratley turned around to leave, but Kitski's next words flowed to him.
"Freya is dominant in your mind," Kitski hissed.
Fratley stopped in his tracks. His eyes narrowed while his fur bristled slightly. He turned slightly at Kitski. The two stared at each other coldly. Neither of them grabbed for weapons. Neither of them shouted. Both of them were calm with experience.
"Freya is dominant in your mind," Kitski repeated, but she was now speaking in a neutral tone. "And that I understand. The smoke that billows above the city worries you, because you think it comes from a fire threatening Freya. You want to escape to Burmecia and end it – Yet who are you to abandon your other friends who are also in need of your protection? You are stuck in a loop... Yet I can break it for you. Fratley, tomorrow, around midday, watch a spectacle – Watch what happens when a chemist and a White Mage becomes one."
With each word Fratley had gotten more and more confused. Kitski moved past him, but Fratley grabbed her shoulder and pulled her carefully back.
"What spectacle?" Fratley asked.
Kitski turned her gaze onto Fratley. Her peach lips soon formed a smirk.
"Why, Sir Fratley, I thought you were smarter than this," Kitski said teasingly. "I know what's wrong with your mother. And I'm going to make something to heal her."
Kitski carefully pulled free of Fratley's grasp. She waltzed away, not looking back. Fratley only watched her leave, stunned by her words. How had she known? How had she known?
Now was not the time to ask. Now Fratley could only feel relief to know that his mother would be all right – And that they would reach Burmecia more quickly. Suddenly feeling a little more relief than before, Fratley retreated back into the depressing Grotto to try and get some sleep.
---- Not sure I have much to say... Ebon is being a typical ass, Julius is persistent, Freya has major problems and Fratley's stuck in a depressing Grotto. Now that's a bad day.
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.