Ah, I'm back! Bout time too. I'll never understand why I had to take eight different flights to get to South Africa and back. If my grammar's off in any way it's probably because of jetlag or whatever you call it when you've been travelling for 30 odd hours without sleep. (Am I the only person in the world who can't fall asleep on a plane or something?!) But regardless, I'm now back in my beloved United Kingdom.
Well that's enough about my hideously uncomfortable flight for now. Back to the story. I'm glad to see I got a few more reviews. (I'm still waiting for you to tell your friend's friends!) One of which made me think I should probably point out that when I described all the major characters, I based pretty much their entire appearance on one of the four appearance options for each race and gender. In case I wasn't clear enough before, Sett is a natural Clavat male. Tim is a Steel visor Lilty male. Lillian is a red mask Lilty female. Morgan is a Black Mage Yuke male. Mistie is a Raccoon Tail Selkie female. I'll forgive anyone who didn't know Leo's appearance because with the whole 'dead animal' thing he was the only original but I based most of him on the Wolfie Selkie male. Ok, next chapter.
Oh, and if you didn't understand a word of that, you need to look at the FFCC manual page 37…well in the English version.
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Chapter 4: The departure.
Sett wasn't sure whether or not he had fallen asleep, but he was pretty sure he hadn't. For one thing, he was sure the evening's excitement wouldn't have permitted him to lose consciousness that night, unless of course something heavy were to have hit him in the back of the head when he wasn't expecting it. Another reason was that Sett was a fairly heavy sleeper and if he had been asleep, he would not have been woken by the sound of his family entering the house.
He had done exactly as the Elder had advised and gone to bed. Half hurt by Tim's outburst and half anxious about the voyage he would be beginning the next day, he had decided that his feelings could be dealt with in the morning. When Sett heard noises coming from downstairs, his eyes snapped open and he became fully aware of his surroundings. He strained his ears in an attempt to identify the intruders but stopped when he realised it was probably just his family coming back from the ceremony.
Sett shut his eyes again and gave a smug grin, pleased with himself for reacting so swiftly. He heard someone come upstairs and approach his door. There was a pause, then, whoever it was, opened it slowly until it was wide open. Sett opened one eye. He couldn't see the figure as he was facing the wrong way but he could see their shadow reflected on the wall. The figure looked a little taller than Sett and he assumed it was his father.
Looking closer however, Sett noticed that the shadow was carrying something long and pointy. It looked a bit like a knife. Sett blinked. No, it was too long to be a knife. It looked more like a sword. Whoever was holding the blade took a step towards Sett, causing their shadow to move out of his view. Sett had begun to panic now. Who could this be? Then he realised. The intruders must be the Selkie gang. Were they trying to kill him? The idea seemed ludicrous. The Selkie gang were thugs, no doubt about it but surely they wouldn't stoop to murder. Why would they? Did they perhaps think that by killing him they would have another shot at becoming a caravanner? Perhaps they were just bitter that Sett had been picked over them. Whatever the reason was, Sett suddenly stopped thinking about it. The gang member was now standing over him. Sett could feel the warmth of their breath. If he wanted to make a move he would have to do it now.
Quick as a flash, Sett rolled onto his other side and kicked his attacker in the stomach. The surprised Selkie doubled over wheezing and before he could even look up, Sett smashed his fist into the man's jaw. Sett thought he heard a crack be he couldn't be sure whether the sound had come from the man's face or his fist. His attacker was knocked to the ground, groaning in pain. Sett stood over him triumphantly. He had forgotten about the others downstairs. Right now he was just happy to have proven himself. The last time he had tussled with these punks, he had come off worse but once the odds were fair, they were just weak, small people that liked playing with long sharp toys.
Sett suddenly snapped to his senses as he heard people come up the stairs. He had no time to hide and had forgotten about the racket he had just made. Two more outlines stood in the doorway, but Sett could tell straightaway who they belonged to.
"Sett…" came the shocked voice of his mother "what… are…you… DOING!" She seemed absolutely appalled. Sett's little brother was staring mouth open at the figure on the floor who was in the process of getting up. Sett looked back at him. The colour drained out of Sett's face faster than any chameleon could have managed. Now that the Selkie had entered the light, Sett could see that he wasn't a member of the gang, or even a Selkie for that matter.He had been right the first time. Sett was staring into the furious looking face of his father.
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Not a word had been said, unless you counted Sett brother bursting into a fit of laughter as soon as he realised what had happened. His mother had lead him to bed whilst Sett's father had lead Sett downstairs. Sett wanted to say sorry but he knew that as soon as he said it his father would round on him. Of course he probably deserved it. His father got a large, cold slab of meat from the kitchen and placed it over his jaw. He stared at Sett. He was breathing heavily and looked livid. Sett knew that he was about to explode. It was a look Sett had seen on him many times before.
"Well?" said his father, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry." Sett replied. What else could he say? Sett braced himself. His father breathed heavily, and then said something Sett could never have expected.
"Sett sometimes you can be a complete imbecile… but I'm not angry." Sett wondered whether he had heard properly. His father was normally fairly easy going but if Sett put a toe out of line his father would come down on him like a ton of bricks and what he had done wasn't exactly minor.
"Your… not?" Sett said, wondering if this was some kind of trick.
"Believe me Sett, normally I would be furious. However you leave tomorrow and I don't want us to part on bad terms." He rubbed his mouth. "Besides, it hurts to talk." His father smiled, but Sett didn't feel much better. He was half hoping his father would change his mind and start yelling. This weird aura of…forgiveness didn't suit him!
"Dad," Sett said, "I really am sorry. I thought you were someone about to attack me." His father frowned in a puzzled way.
"What on earth gave you that idea?" Sett looked away. Now that he was fully awake, he felt even more stupid about jumping to such a ridiculous conclusion.
"You had a sword…" Sett paused. He was wondering whether he'd been wrong about that too. "…well it looked like a sword's shadow."
"Great scott!" his father exclaimed standing up suddenly. "I've left it in your room." And with that, he hurried upstairs leaving Sett feeling confused. A moment later, he returned. Sett was relieved to see he had been right about something. His father was carrying a sword, but it wasn't just any sword. It was the most beautiful sword Sett had ever seen. It had a jagged black edge and the handle was made from a material which felt like a cross between rubber and leather. "Like it?" his father asked "I got it from Alfitaria a few weeks ago."
"It must have cost a fortune." Sett said, looking at it in awe.
"It certainly did, so I hope your grateful." He handed Sett the sword. Sett looked at his reflection in the blade. "And don't even think of refusing cause we want you back in one piece." Refusing this fabulous gift hadn't even crossed Sett's mind.
"Is…this why you wanted to see me earlier." Sett said. He couldn't think of anything else to say. His father nodded.
"It's the best one we could afford." He said. "But you better not go showing off in front of your brother because we'll never hear the end of it and we'll have to give him your old one. Lord knows he's dangerous enough without it!"
"Thanks dad." Sett said. He certainly wouldn't have believed anyone if they had told him a few minutes ago what was about to happen. Few a few seconds, neither of them said anything. "Well I better go to bed." His father nodded. Sett made his way upstairs.
"One more thing," His dad called to him. "I don't want you running away with the idea that you can just hit me and get presents all the time. Because the next time you try it, I might fight back." Sett laughed and hurried back to his room. On the way he passed his brother. He took one look at the sword in Sett's hand and said,
"Where did you get that?" Sett sighed and told him to stay where he was. He hurried to his room and picked up his old weapon. Then came back and gave it to his brother.
"Happy birthday you miserable little runt" Sett said. His brother grasped the old sword excitedly (he had forgotten about the new one.) and ran to show his parents. Sett yawned and went back to his own room to try, once again, to get some sleep.
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Sett admired his reflection. He had his new sword and sheath attached to his belt and his shield on his back. He ruffled his hair, grinned and looked into the river again. He normally couldn't give a damn about his appearance but this was the first time he had been completely equipped, not just with sword and shield, but armour, provisions and basically everything he would be taking with him into the world when he set off. He felt weighed down, but very protected in the armour. He wasn't the most agile of people anyway and he knew, in battle, he would prefer to block a blow than have to pull off some Selkie style back flip to avoid it.
It was early morning and Sett had come to collect water from the stream. That had been ten minutes ago.
"I suppose I've been here long enough" Sett thought. He picked up the bucket and turned round. "Tim?"
He had just noticed his friend standing several meters away. Tim seemed surprised.
"Oh… hi Sett, I didn't see you there." He said, though Sett had a feeling that Tim had been standing there for a while. They walked closer to each other so they were face to face. There was an awkward pause.
"I'm sorry." Tim said suddenly. He seemed to want to break the silence more than anything.
"S'okay," Sett replied.
"I was just upset and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you but…"
"Seriously Tim, it's all right, I understand." Sett said. He grinned at Tim and Tim smiled back. "So…" Sett said. "How's Lil?"
"Upset." Tim replied, "she feels horrible, as though she's let me…well all of us down or something. I wish she'd told me about her family's problems earlier." Sett didn't feel comfortable talking about Lillians family.
"How long did you talk with her?" He asked trying to discretely change the subject.
"Pretty much all night." Tim said in a slightly distracted way. "We went back to her house after a while and…" he suddenly seemed to become aware of what he was saying. "…talked."
"One last romantic evening before you two part eh?" Sett said slyly. Tim scowled at him.
"Oh shut up, 'least I have a girlfriend." They both laughed, the previous night forgotten. " So, what did you do? Go to bed?"
"Actually, I beat up my dad and got a new sword." Tim snorted. He thought Sett was joking. Sett gave a very false stretch, which thrust the sword on his belt in Tim's direction. It knocked Tim in the head, who turned and saw it. He gasped.
"Holy…" he began but couldn't seem to finish.
"Like it?" Sett said proudly. "It has a solid steel blade and you see how the edges are darker? That's because it has a denser concentration there, which makes it able to cut through pretty much anything. The handle is made out of mahogany…"
"Mahogany?" Tim asked suspiciously, looking at the rubbery handle.
"Ok fine, I don't know the first thing about it, but it looks pretty doesn't it?" Sett said admiring the blade.
"And you got this because… you beat up your dad?"
"More like 'in spite of' that."
"Lucky git!" Tim sighed. "So, got any tips for taking on monsters?" Sett thought for a moment.
"As a matter of fact, yes." He cleared his throat, and spoke as though he was reading from a very informative book. "If ever you come across a small, furry, rodent with brownish blonde hair, kill it immediately because when those wretched creatures bite, it hurts!" Sett showed Tim his hand which had a nasty looking scar on it. Tim frowned.
"You told me you fell over." He said.
"And like an idiot, you believed me!" The pair laughed again and strode off
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That afternoon was the time. The time when Sett, Morgan, Tim, Leo and Mistie would leave Tipa to collect Myrrh. Sett had bumped into a few of his partners that day. They were all saying goodbye to their friends and family.
He saw Mistie in the morning, who was with her family. It turned out that all the Selkies who were hugging Mistie when her name was chosen were her brothers and sisters. Mistie was the youngest of over fifteen children. When she saw Sett, she called him over and introduced him to all of them. She pointed to each of them and told him his or her name. By the end of it, Sett couldn't remember any of them. Not even the mother or father.
"I'm also meeting Leo later." She had told Sett "To make sure he buys new clothes." She said quickly as Sett's eyes widened with surprise and suspicion. "Could you please come too?" Remembering what had happened last time Sett had left Mistie with Leo, he agreed.
They had met Leo later. He was in a bad mood. Not only did he have to give up his beloved animal skins, but now Mistie had foiled the last chance he would have to be alone with her for a long time.
"Your just lucky your hot, babe." He had said. "Otherwise I'd have lost interest a long time ago."
"We haven't known each other 24 hours," Mistie had replied "and it does NOT make me lucky!" Leo seemed to feel that getting rid of his old clothes was a personal insult. He tried to make out that the prices were too high to bother with but Mistie had thought of this. She had asked all her siblings to chip in so that Leo would have no choice but to buy new clothes.
Shortly after, a grumbling Leo was wearing a nice blue Selkie outfit. Sett had picked it out, hoping it would cheer Leo up a bit since it was also made from animals but Leo had told him that it didn't feel the same having not known the creature when it was alive.
It was now the afternoon. The caravan had been set up with supplies and money for emergency, though they each had their own individual cash. The whole town was there to say goodbye to the new caravanners, who were saying one last goodbye to their family, except for Leo who didn't seem to have one, though he didn't look in any way bothered.
Sett said goodbye to his quickly because he also wanted to see Lillian. He hadn't spoken to her since they had helped with the ceremony.
"Hi Lillian," he said. Lillian smiled and said
"Hello Sett." She paused and then said. "Please make sure Tim doesn't get hurt out there."
"Course I will." Sett said. "I'll see you round." He turned round and headed to the caravan to join the others who had finished so no one from town would be able to see the tear in his eye. When all the caravanners were ready, they took their positions around the caravan. Tim and Sett stood on either side of the caravan. Mistie and Morgan sat next to each other, hanging out the back of the caravan so they could see the village. Leo had climbed on top of the caravan and was waving to the crowd. As they started moving, all the caravanners joined Leo and waved back except for Sett. He stared straight ahead. The sun had started to set. Sett looked at the track they were following. Wherever they were headed, this was where the adventure really began.
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Groan… So… Tired. I work too damn hard. I haven't stopped for more than a minutes break since starting this chapter so I hope you're all bloody grateful. I've been desperate to put up a new chapter ever since getting home. Please PLEASE send me some more reviews, even if you've already done it once. I need to know my hard work is getting some kind of recognition. Guess a plotline, ANYTHING!
Now if you all don't mind, I think I'll fall asleep at my desk. Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z I don't own Final Fantasy crystal chronicles Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z etc.
Well that's enough about my hideously uncomfortable flight for now. Back to the story. I'm glad to see I got a few more reviews. (I'm still waiting for you to tell your friend's friends!) One of which made me think I should probably point out that when I described all the major characters, I based pretty much their entire appearance on one of the four appearance options for each race and gender. In case I wasn't clear enough before, Sett is a natural Clavat male. Tim is a Steel visor Lilty male. Lillian is a red mask Lilty female. Morgan is a Black Mage Yuke male. Mistie is a Raccoon Tail Selkie female. I'll forgive anyone who didn't know Leo's appearance because with the whole 'dead animal' thing he was the only original but I based most of him on the Wolfie Selkie male. Ok, next chapter.
Oh, and if you didn't understand a word of that, you need to look at the FFCC manual page 37…well in the English version.
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Chapter 4: The departure.
Sett wasn't sure whether or not he had fallen asleep, but he was pretty sure he hadn't. For one thing, he was sure the evening's excitement wouldn't have permitted him to lose consciousness that night, unless of course something heavy were to have hit him in the back of the head when he wasn't expecting it. Another reason was that Sett was a fairly heavy sleeper and if he had been asleep, he would not have been woken by the sound of his family entering the house.
He had done exactly as the Elder had advised and gone to bed. Half hurt by Tim's outburst and half anxious about the voyage he would be beginning the next day, he had decided that his feelings could be dealt with in the morning. When Sett heard noises coming from downstairs, his eyes snapped open and he became fully aware of his surroundings. He strained his ears in an attempt to identify the intruders but stopped when he realised it was probably just his family coming back from the ceremony.
Sett shut his eyes again and gave a smug grin, pleased with himself for reacting so swiftly. He heard someone come upstairs and approach his door. There was a pause, then, whoever it was, opened it slowly until it was wide open. Sett opened one eye. He couldn't see the figure as he was facing the wrong way but he could see their shadow reflected on the wall. The figure looked a little taller than Sett and he assumed it was his father.
Looking closer however, Sett noticed that the shadow was carrying something long and pointy. It looked a bit like a knife. Sett blinked. No, it was too long to be a knife. It looked more like a sword. Whoever was holding the blade took a step towards Sett, causing their shadow to move out of his view. Sett had begun to panic now. Who could this be? Then he realised. The intruders must be the Selkie gang. Were they trying to kill him? The idea seemed ludicrous. The Selkie gang were thugs, no doubt about it but surely they wouldn't stoop to murder. Why would they? Did they perhaps think that by killing him they would have another shot at becoming a caravanner? Perhaps they were just bitter that Sett had been picked over them. Whatever the reason was, Sett suddenly stopped thinking about it. The gang member was now standing over him. Sett could feel the warmth of their breath. If he wanted to make a move he would have to do it now.
Quick as a flash, Sett rolled onto his other side and kicked his attacker in the stomach. The surprised Selkie doubled over wheezing and before he could even look up, Sett smashed his fist into the man's jaw. Sett thought he heard a crack be he couldn't be sure whether the sound had come from the man's face or his fist. His attacker was knocked to the ground, groaning in pain. Sett stood over him triumphantly. He had forgotten about the others downstairs. Right now he was just happy to have proven himself. The last time he had tussled with these punks, he had come off worse but once the odds were fair, they were just weak, small people that liked playing with long sharp toys.
Sett suddenly snapped to his senses as he heard people come up the stairs. He had no time to hide and had forgotten about the racket he had just made. Two more outlines stood in the doorway, but Sett could tell straightaway who they belonged to.
"Sett…" came the shocked voice of his mother "what… are…you… DOING!" She seemed absolutely appalled. Sett's little brother was staring mouth open at the figure on the floor who was in the process of getting up. Sett looked back at him. The colour drained out of Sett's face faster than any chameleon could have managed. Now that the Selkie had entered the light, Sett could see that he wasn't a member of the gang, or even a Selkie for that matter.He had been right the first time. Sett was staring into the furious looking face of his father.
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Not a word had been said, unless you counted Sett brother bursting into a fit of laughter as soon as he realised what had happened. His mother had lead him to bed whilst Sett's father had lead Sett downstairs. Sett wanted to say sorry but he knew that as soon as he said it his father would round on him. Of course he probably deserved it. His father got a large, cold slab of meat from the kitchen and placed it over his jaw. He stared at Sett. He was breathing heavily and looked livid. Sett knew that he was about to explode. It was a look Sett had seen on him many times before.
"Well?" said his father, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry." Sett replied. What else could he say? Sett braced himself. His father breathed heavily, and then said something Sett could never have expected.
"Sett sometimes you can be a complete imbecile… but I'm not angry." Sett wondered whether he had heard properly. His father was normally fairly easy going but if Sett put a toe out of line his father would come down on him like a ton of bricks and what he had done wasn't exactly minor.
"Your… not?" Sett said, wondering if this was some kind of trick.
"Believe me Sett, normally I would be furious. However you leave tomorrow and I don't want us to part on bad terms." He rubbed his mouth. "Besides, it hurts to talk." His father smiled, but Sett didn't feel much better. He was half hoping his father would change his mind and start yelling. This weird aura of…forgiveness didn't suit him!
"Dad," Sett said, "I really am sorry. I thought you were someone about to attack me." His father frowned in a puzzled way.
"What on earth gave you that idea?" Sett looked away. Now that he was fully awake, he felt even more stupid about jumping to such a ridiculous conclusion.
"You had a sword…" Sett paused. He was wondering whether he'd been wrong about that too. "…well it looked like a sword's shadow."
"Great scott!" his father exclaimed standing up suddenly. "I've left it in your room." And with that, he hurried upstairs leaving Sett feeling confused. A moment later, he returned. Sett was relieved to see he had been right about something. His father was carrying a sword, but it wasn't just any sword. It was the most beautiful sword Sett had ever seen. It had a jagged black edge and the handle was made from a material which felt like a cross between rubber and leather. "Like it?" his father asked "I got it from Alfitaria a few weeks ago."
"It must have cost a fortune." Sett said, looking at it in awe.
"It certainly did, so I hope your grateful." He handed Sett the sword. Sett looked at his reflection in the blade. "And don't even think of refusing cause we want you back in one piece." Refusing this fabulous gift hadn't even crossed Sett's mind.
"Is…this why you wanted to see me earlier." Sett said. He couldn't think of anything else to say. His father nodded.
"It's the best one we could afford." He said. "But you better not go showing off in front of your brother because we'll never hear the end of it and we'll have to give him your old one. Lord knows he's dangerous enough without it!"
"Thanks dad." Sett said. He certainly wouldn't have believed anyone if they had told him a few minutes ago what was about to happen. Few a few seconds, neither of them said anything. "Well I better go to bed." His father nodded. Sett made his way upstairs.
"One more thing," His dad called to him. "I don't want you running away with the idea that you can just hit me and get presents all the time. Because the next time you try it, I might fight back." Sett laughed and hurried back to his room. On the way he passed his brother. He took one look at the sword in Sett's hand and said,
"Where did you get that?" Sett sighed and told him to stay where he was. He hurried to his room and picked up his old weapon. Then came back and gave it to his brother.
"Happy birthday you miserable little runt" Sett said. His brother grasped the old sword excitedly (he had forgotten about the new one.) and ran to show his parents. Sett yawned and went back to his own room to try, once again, to get some sleep.
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Sett admired his reflection. He had his new sword and sheath attached to his belt and his shield on his back. He ruffled his hair, grinned and looked into the river again. He normally couldn't give a damn about his appearance but this was the first time he had been completely equipped, not just with sword and shield, but armour, provisions and basically everything he would be taking with him into the world when he set off. He felt weighed down, but very protected in the armour. He wasn't the most agile of people anyway and he knew, in battle, he would prefer to block a blow than have to pull off some Selkie style back flip to avoid it.
It was early morning and Sett had come to collect water from the stream. That had been ten minutes ago.
"I suppose I've been here long enough" Sett thought. He picked up the bucket and turned round. "Tim?"
He had just noticed his friend standing several meters away. Tim seemed surprised.
"Oh… hi Sett, I didn't see you there." He said, though Sett had a feeling that Tim had been standing there for a while. They walked closer to each other so they were face to face. There was an awkward pause.
"I'm sorry." Tim said suddenly. He seemed to want to break the silence more than anything.
"S'okay," Sett replied.
"I was just upset and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you but…"
"Seriously Tim, it's all right, I understand." Sett said. He grinned at Tim and Tim smiled back. "So…" Sett said. "How's Lil?"
"Upset." Tim replied, "she feels horrible, as though she's let me…well all of us down or something. I wish she'd told me about her family's problems earlier." Sett didn't feel comfortable talking about Lillians family.
"How long did you talk with her?" He asked trying to discretely change the subject.
"Pretty much all night." Tim said in a slightly distracted way. "We went back to her house after a while and…" he suddenly seemed to become aware of what he was saying. "…talked."
"One last romantic evening before you two part eh?" Sett said slyly. Tim scowled at him.
"Oh shut up, 'least I have a girlfriend." They both laughed, the previous night forgotten. " So, what did you do? Go to bed?"
"Actually, I beat up my dad and got a new sword." Tim snorted. He thought Sett was joking. Sett gave a very false stretch, which thrust the sword on his belt in Tim's direction. It knocked Tim in the head, who turned and saw it. He gasped.
"Holy…" he began but couldn't seem to finish.
"Like it?" Sett said proudly. "It has a solid steel blade and you see how the edges are darker? That's because it has a denser concentration there, which makes it able to cut through pretty much anything. The handle is made out of mahogany…"
"Mahogany?" Tim asked suspiciously, looking at the rubbery handle.
"Ok fine, I don't know the first thing about it, but it looks pretty doesn't it?" Sett said admiring the blade.
"And you got this because… you beat up your dad?"
"More like 'in spite of' that."
"Lucky git!" Tim sighed. "So, got any tips for taking on monsters?" Sett thought for a moment.
"As a matter of fact, yes." He cleared his throat, and spoke as though he was reading from a very informative book. "If ever you come across a small, furry, rodent with brownish blonde hair, kill it immediately because when those wretched creatures bite, it hurts!" Sett showed Tim his hand which had a nasty looking scar on it. Tim frowned.
"You told me you fell over." He said.
"And like an idiot, you believed me!" The pair laughed again and strode off
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That afternoon was the time. The time when Sett, Morgan, Tim, Leo and Mistie would leave Tipa to collect Myrrh. Sett had bumped into a few of his partners that day. They were all saying goodbye to their friends and family.
He saw Mistie in the morning, who was with her family. It turned out that all the Selkies who were hugging Mistie when her name was chosen were her brothers and sisters. Mistie was the youngest of over fifteen children. When she saw Sett, she called him over and introduced him to all of them. She pointed to each of them and told him his or her name. By the end of it, Sett couldn't remember any of them. Not even the mother or father.
"I'm also meeting Leo later." She had told Sett "To make sure he buys new clothes." She said quickly as Sett's eyes widened with surprise and suspicion. "Could you please come too?" Remembering what had happened last time Sett had left Mistie with Leo, he agreed.
They had met Leo later. He was in a bad mood. Not only did he have to give up his beloved animal skins, but now Mistie had foiled the last chance he would have to be alone with her for a long time.
"Your just lucky your hot, babe." He had said. "Otherwise I'd have lost interest a long time ago."
"We haven't known each other 24 hours," Mistie had replied "and it does NOT make me lucky!" Leo seemed to feel that getting rid of his old clothes was a personal insult. He tried to make out that the prices were too high to bother with but Mistie had thought of this. She had asked all her siblings to chip in so that Leo would have no choice but to buy new clothes.
Shortly after, a grumbling Leo was wearing a nice blue Selkie outfit. Sett had picked it out, hoping it would cheer Leo up a bit since it was also made from animals but Leo had told him that it didn't feel the same having not known the creature when it was alive.
It was now the afternoon. The caravan had been set up with supplies and money for emergency, though they each had their own individual cash. The whole town was there to say goodbye to the new caravanners, who were saying one last goodbye to their family, except for Leo who didn't seem to have one, though he didn't look in any way bothered.
Sett said goodbye to his quickly because he also wanted to see Lillian. He hadn't spoken to her since they had helped with the ceremony.
"Hi Lillian," he said. Lillian smiled and said
"Hello Sett." She paused and then said. "Please make sure Tim doesn't get hurt out there."
"Course I will." Sett said. "I'll see you round." He turned round and headed to the caravan to join the others who had finished so no one from town would be able to see the tear in his eye. When all the caravanners were ready, they took their positions around the caravan. Tim and Sett stood on either side of the caravan. Mistie and Morgan sat next to each other, hanging out the back of the caravan so they could see the village. Leo had climbed on top of the caravan and was waving to the crowd. As they started moving, all the caravanners joined Leo and waved back except for Sett. He stared straight ahead. The sun had started to set. Sett looked at the track they were following. Wherever they were headed, this was where the adventure really began.
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Groan… So… Tired. I work too damn hard. I haven't stopped for more than a minutes break since starting this chapter so I hope you're all bloody grateful. I've been desperate to put up a new chapter ever since getting home. Please PLEASE send me some more reviews, even if you've already done it once. I need to know my hard work is getting some kind of recognition. Guess a plotline, ANYTHING!
Now if you all don't mind, I think I'll fall asleep at my desk. Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z I don't own Final Fantasy crystal chronicles Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z etc.