Mari: Do you think they liked it?
Toey: I dunno. There are not enough REVIEWS!
Mari: Anyway, I do not own FF X-2 blah blah blah.
Toey: Woot!
Mari: Just keep reading!
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Paine awoke with her chest aching. She groaned and pressed her hands to her forehead. They came away sticky with blood. But apparently, Sin had cared enough to let her live.
Silent tears slipped out her eyes. She knew better than to hope for her brothers to be alive. Sin killed everything in its path. She had been lucky.
Rubbing the blood out of her eyes, she looked around.
All around her was a forest of ice and crystal, with snow sparkling on the ground. To her right was a lake as still and clear as glass. She barely crawled towards it, holding her hand to her chest. (Which wasn't even bleeding anymore.) Perhaps someone would find her there.
A miserable reflection met her eyes. Blood dripped from a cut in her forehead, making her eyes seem redder than usual. Most of her hair had been singed off, and what was left of it was an ashen gray.
"It doesn't even look like me," she muttered, slapping the horrible reflection into oblivion. "Why is this happening?!" she screamed into the silence. "Why me?!"
"There's no need to shout," a voice answered from behind her.
Paine whirled around to face a tall bird creature with a harp attached to its arm. The creature strummed the harp gently and turned towards her. "Wh-what are you?" she stammered.
"I am Bayra," he said in an educated voice. "My friends are musicians who have lived in the Macalania Woods for generations."
"Where?"
"Here. This forest of ice is Macalania," Bayra explained, gesturing around him.
Paine looked down. "I don't suppose this place is very far from Mi'ihen, is it?"
"Ay, lass! 'Dis place here be very fah fram the Highroad indeed! Very fah!" a stout figure exclaimed, coming out from behind a tree. He looked slightly like a frog on two legs, with a drum for a stomach, which he would beat from time to time.
"I was afraid of that."
"Don't be sad, oh don't be blue. We'll cheer you up, that's what we do!" said a soft voice from behind her. It looked like a mouse with two horns for ears and playing a flower instrument.
"Ah, mademoiselle, meet my two friends," Bayra said, "This is Donga," he pointed to the creature playing the drum, "and this is Pukutak." He gestured over at the horn player. "How may we be of service?"
Her shoulders slumped. "Not of much. Unless you can bring back the dead."
Bayra shook his head. "I am sorry. That is something we cannot do."
"Didn't think so."
"Please, oh please, my dear new friend. We'll help you to whatever end."
Paine looked at Pukutak. "I want to heal," she whispered.
Donga swept her up into his arms. "No problem, lass! I'll take ye to the agency. Rin'll know how to help ye!" She saw a swirl of orange light appear around the drummer's legs, and the next thing she knew, she was at one of Rin's Travel Agencies. There had been one on the Highroad, but it was probably gone now.
A young Al Bhed woman stood at the counter. "Rammu!" she chirped, (that meant hello in Al Bhed) "Donga! What can I do for—oh my goodness!" She rushed over to the nearly unconscious Paine's side. "We need to get you a room!"
Paine let herself be carried like a rag doll to an empty room. She fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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Toey: That was short and uneventful.
Mari: *Grimaces* Kind of angsty, don't you think?
Toey: *shrugs* Just a little.
Mari:. . .Wait a minute . . . You're a penguin! You can't shrug!
Toey: Sure I can! *Shrugs*
Mari: Ok, this is creeping me out.
Toey: I dunno. There are not enough REVIEWS!
Mari: Anyway, I do not own FF X-2 blah blah blah.
Toey: Woot!
Mari: Just keep reading!
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Paine awoke with her chest aching. She groaned and pressed her hands to her forehead. They came away sticky with blood. But apparently, Sin had cared enough to let her live.
Silent tears slipped out her eyes. She knew better than to hope for her brothers to be alive. Sin killed everything in its path. She had been lucky.
Rubbing the blood out of her eyes, she looked around.
All around her was a forest of ice and crystal, with snow sparkling on the ground. To her right was a lake as still and clear as glass. She barely crawled towards it, holding her hand to her chest. (Which wasn't even bleeding anymore.) Perhaps someone would find her there.
A miserable reflection met her eyes. Blood dripped from a cut in her forehead, making her eyes seem redder than usual. Most of her hair had been singed off, and what was left of it was an ashen gray.
"It doesn't even look like me," she muttered, slapping the horrible reflection into oblivion. "Why is this happening?!" she screamed into the silence. "Why me?!"
"There's no need to shout," a voice answered from behind her.
Paine whirled around to face a tall bird creature with a harp attached to its arm. The creature strummed the harp gently and turned towards her. "Wh-what are you?" she stammered.
"I am Bayra," he said in an educated voice. "My friends are musicians who have lived in the Macalania Woods for generations."
"Where?"
"Here. This forest of ice is Macalania," Bayra explained, gesturing around him.
Paine looked down. "I don't suppose this place is very far from Mi'ihen, is it?"
"Ay, lass! 'Dis place here be very fah fram the Highroad indeed! Very fah!" a stout figure exclaimed, coming out from behind a tree. He looked slightly like a frog on two legs, with a drum for a stomach, which he would beat from time to time.
"I was afraid of that."
"Don't be sad, oh don't be blue. We'll cheer you up, that's what we do!" said a soft voice from behind her. It looked like a mouse with two horns for ears and playing a flower instrument.
"Ah, mademoiselle, meet my two friends," Bayra said, "This is Donga," he pointed to the creature playing the drum, "and this is Pukutak." He gestured over at the horn player. "How may we be of service?"
Her shoulders slumped. "Not of much. Unless you can bring back the dead."
Bayra shook his head. "I am sorry. That is something we cannot do."
"Didn't think so."
"Please, oh please, my dear new friend. We'll help you to whatever end."
Paine looked at Pukutak. "I want to heal," she whispered.
Donga swept her up into his arms. "No problem, lass! I'll take ye to the agency. Rin'll know how to help ye!" She saw a swirl of orange light appear around the drummer's legs, and the next thing she knew, she was at one of Rin's Travel Agencies. There had been one on the Highroad, but it was probably gone now.
A young Al Bhed woman stood at the counter. "Rammu!" she chirped, (that meant hello in Al Bhed) "Donga! What can I do for—oh my goodness!" She rushed over to the nearly unconscious Paine's side. "We need to get you a room!"
Paine let herself be carried like a rag doll to an empty room. She fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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Toey: That was short and uneventful.
Mari: *Grimaces* Kind of angsty, don't you think?
Toey: *shrugs* Just a little.
Mari:. . .Wait a minute . . . You're a penguin! You can't shrug!
Toey: Sure I can! *Shrugs*
Mari: Ok, this is creeping me out.