Chapter Fifteen
Nomadic Learning
I had not expected to learn so much from the Dari. I, most likely like all Burmecians who visited before me, expected the Dari to be very crude in society, and barely able to survive. But within the first six months of living there, I was proved extremely wrong.
The first thing I learned was that the Dari were anything but barely able to survive. When I was showed where to get food, I was shocked at the fact that they had more food that Burmecia probably had. They told me most of it would be used for when the herds left. It was a store for the winter, already being created in July. There was enough food to last any winter, no matter how harsh. Furthermore, there were barrels of water, gathered from the oasis, rare rainstorms, and even geysers that suddenly came up "when the inhabitants of hell got angry".
The next thing that I was supposed to learn was the religion. I quickly found it wasn't necessary. The religions of Burmecia and the Dari were exactly the same except for a few word changes. The Dari also spent a lot more time at ceremonies than did Burmecia, though I was told not to worry. According to Lizzy, there were so many ceremonies that half the Dari didn't bother going to them.
From there, the real learning starting. For three months I found myself learning about the many trades that the Dari specialized in. I watched with suppressed amazement as they carved their own tools, weapons, utensils, and items via simple methods. Burmecia bought most of their supplies, since it was too busy with its warlike customs to bother with much manufacturing. But these people seemed to live on manufacturing, and I wanted to pick up a skill. But first I had to see them all – And there were so many, it took three months to see them all and make a decision.
I choose jewel carving. I don't know why to this day. There was just something about it that seemed proper. The Dari seemed pleased and surprised with such a decision. For the next three months, I was trained in jewel carving, while learning other things in the process.
I learned about working together, about contemplation before actions, about listening to people, and about thousands of other things that I had overlooked as unimportant while in Burmecia. Yet while I learned these things, something told me that these things would not help me. It was something else I needed to learn before I would leave the Dari. I knew it, and I wouldn't leave until I felt I was ready.
The Dari seemed pleased with my decision.
"Fratley!"
I looked up and saw one of the main hunters staring down at me. The sun already beginning to set, even though it was only two hours past noon. The weather was much cooler than normal. I was told it was because of the approach of winter.
"What is it?" I asked, confused on what the hunter asked.
"The 'erds 'ave come for one last time," the main hunter said. "I'd like ya ta join us."
"All right," I said calmly, though I was actually quite surprised. "I'm comin'."
The main hunter left while I rose to my feet. I knew what I'd need. I put on my traveling outfit, which the warmest thing I had, and the best for the weather. I then grabbed my spear and walked outside.
No one was outside, which was pretty amazing. I could hear voices a good distance away from the camp, though. I ran in the direction of the voices. I soon saw the hunters, and began to run more quickly toward them. Soon, however, a different sight made me screech to stop and stare with shock.
Behind the hunters, about 20 meters away, were massive, hairless beasts. They appeared to be equines, except that they were massive. They had massive, cleaved hooves and strong, muscular legs. They had massive wings sprouting from a massive hump on their back. These wings had spikes at the ends, making them look lethal. They had long, whip-like tails. They had massive heads, with huge, twelve-point horns with the sharpest tips I could ever remember seeing on a beast. They were pawing at the sand with their massive hooves, searching for food.
"Like 'em?" a hunter asked me, bringing me back to reality. "Aren't they gorgeous?"
"They must be deadly," I muttered.
"That they are, and that's why the warriors hunt," the hunter said, smiling proudly. "Hunting those brutes is like attacking a horde of dragons."
"They look slow," I commented.
"They can be pretty slow walking, but when running or flying they are swift. And they don't waste time blasting you with fire—"
"Fire?" I asked, stunned. "How the hell do ya bring those things down?"
"Work and luck," the hunter replied.
"Gather!" the main hunter shouted.
Immediately everyone, including me, walked over. The hunter then began to talk, but not with vocals. The massive beasts that we would hunt were already wary of our presence. Voices would scare them, but they did not understand hand signals. The only problem was the fact that I didn't understand them either. Without making a sound I tried to make sense of them.
First the main hunter motioned toward the beasts. He then pointed two fingers at two hunters, and motioned toward the beasts again. The two hunters nodded and headed toward chocobos that had been waiting patiently near the hunters the whole time. The main hunter then motioned toward the beasts again, then pointed to two more hunters. The hunters nodded and headed off. The main hunter then motioned to the beasts once more, and pointed to me and the hunter I had been talking with. I nodded automatically, and we headed toward the chocobos.
"What'd he say?" I muttered under my breath.
"Just watch me," the hunter whispered back.
I walked over to one of the yellow chocobos. It chirped softly. I simply stared at it, not recalling how to mount. The chocobo gave me a bit of assistance, lowering its body so I could simply get on without much trouble. The chocobo rose to full height. Its brown eyes focused on the beasts below.
"Your chocobo knows what ta do," the hunter beside me said. "Just follow it."
I nodded while I wrapped one arm around the chocobo's neck. I kept the other arm ready to grab my spear.
Soon all the hunters were on chocobos. My chocobo shifted restlessly. It shifted its gaze to the main hunter. The main hunter nodded. Once again the chocobo's gaze shifted, but this time, it ran forward. Soon, we were both moving. I kept myself strangely calm. Somehow I didn't get thrown off, and someone I didn't have a heart attack as the chocobo let out a powerful scream.
Now the beasts were panicked. A few took the skies. Spears shot through the air and ripped the wings of these beasts. The beasts in the air snarled and managed to land safely. My chocobo veered toward one of the beasts. It snarled, seeing me, and prepared a fiery spell. Realizing quickly what I had to do, I grabbed my spear. The beast reared upward onto its hind legs gathering the spell into its mouth.
My chocobo zoomed straight under the beast. I slammed my spear into the beast's stomach and dragged it along with me. As the chocobo emerged on the other side of the startled beast, its stomach was torn open. The beast roared, choked on its one fire, and fell to the ground. The other beasts, alarmed by the smell of blood, began to back away. White began to show in their eyes as they spread their massive wings and took to the air. The beasts with torn wings, however, roared pitifully and they reared backward and ran away on powerful legs. None of the hunters chased them, so I didn't either. We simply watched them retreat.
"Wow," I muttered. "That wasn't so hard."
A hunter laughed as he approached. "That's because you weren't with the others. You got Hurricane, and you got the kill."
"Hurricane?" I asked.
"The chocobo. Dead clever, that one. The other chocobos got a little spooked," the hunter said, motioning to the others. "We suffered a few injuries, nothing major. Today was a fairly good hunt. Usually the beasts do a little more than this. I guess they were startled."
"HEY!"
We all turned in the direction of the new voice. A smiling Dari was running toward us. He soon came to a stop and regarded us with orange eyes.
"You guys are not going to believe this," he said, smiling.
"Believe what?" a hunter asked.
"Lizzy gave birth," the Dari said.
"Holy crap, you serious?" the main hunter asked.
The Dari nodded. "As serious as I can get. And here's the wild part: she gave birth to five kids."
All of us stared with shock. The main hunter let out a sharp bark of laughter.
"I feel sorry for her. Did she live?" The main hunter asked.
"Yes, she's alive. And grumpy," the Dari said, rolling his eyes.
"No surprise," the main hunter muttered. He then smiled. "Well, this day is full of good news. We caught a beast, and the Dragon Warrior caught it. The rest of us suffered minimum injuries."
"Really? That's wonderful! Lizzy will be happy to hear it... When's she done complaining, that is," the Dari said, chuckling. "Well, I'll leave you to your work and deliver the good news."
"All right, guys. Time to do the not-so-thrilling work," the main hunter said. "Hauling this thing to the butcher."
Everyone groaned except me, who smiled good-naturedly. I couldn't explain it, but something had put me in a really good mood. Nothing, not even having to help haul a 700-pound beast, could ruin it. I really wished I could escape and stop by Lizzy's to give her a hello and a "congratulations from hell", as she called them, but it would have to wait. Besides, she deserved the privacy, that was certain.
Within a few moments we had the beast wrapped tightly in ropes, and the ropes either tied to chocobos or being held by hunters. The hauling then began. I was lucky enough not to have to hold a rope; I instead made sure the ropes on the beast wouldn't snap. It was a hard enough job, and I was thankful I didn't have to worry about pulling anything.
Soon the beast was at the butcher, and the hunters were free to leave. Most headed back to their homes to escape the chill, but I headed toward the main tent. It was surprising quiet for a tent that held five newborn kids and a cranky mother. I walked up to the entrance, but did not enter.
"I request permission to enter," I announced, accidentally switching to my Burmecian accent.
"Fine fool, but it's ye funeral," Lizzy replied, chuckling.
I entered the tent and headed into the back room. Lizzy was in the bed, and indeed there were five kids. Two of them had black fur, another had red fur, another had blue, and the last was pure white. They all appeared to be sleeping – Thankfully.
"You've had quite the day," I said to Lizzy before nodding silently at Ronde.
"Yeah, it's been pretty damn delightful," Lizzy said. "Now I 'ave ta think o' five names..."
I laughed. "Now, now. Isn't Ronde going to help?"
"'E says 'e can' think o' anything'," Lizzy complained. "And neither can I!"
I leaned to the best of my ability against the loose tent fabric as I stared at the new parents. Couldn't think of names? I could think of about ten right off the top of my head.
"Why are ya starin' at us like that?" Lizzy asked.
I smiled. "Nothin'. Good luck ta ya."
I turned around and left, allowing the couple to figure out what I had been smiling about. By now, the sun had lowered below the horizon, and darkness and chill were quickly descending upon the desert. Everyone was gathering around the main fire, which was roasting meat from the storage, since the freshly caught beast had not yet been completely prepared by the butcher. Most of the Dari were chatting merely, but I was able to see a few who were quiet and simply going for the purpose of food.
"Hey Fratley!"
I turned in the direction of the familiar voice to find a gray- furred, blue-eyed Burmecian named Jason smiling at me. He, like me, had traveled from Burmecia, but he had never returned. He never told me what had made him stay. I suspected that it was law trouble.
"Hello," I said, automatically reverting to a Burmecian accent, since he spoke it as well. "How are you doing?"
"Pretty well. I heard you went on the hunt, and made the kill. What luck," Jason said with a soft chortle.
"News travels quickly in this place," I replied, amused. "Did you do anything half as interesting?"
"Nothing even a quarter as interesting," Jason replied, rolling his eyes. "Nothing at all..."
I caught a note of doubt in his voice. My brow furrowed slightly as I stared at him.
"Nothing?" I asked.
"Of course. Nothing," Jason assured me, but it was too late. Doubt and worry had flowed into his voice.
"You're lying, aren't you?" I asked suspiciously. "I hear it in your voice."
"No, no! I – I mean, well," Jason said, then trailed off.
"You're lying," I said. "What did you do?"
Jason swallowed. "You promise not to tell?"
Now I understood. Jason had done something against Dari law. He was my friend, one of the first I had made when I first came to the Dari. But breaking the law was wrong, regardless of whether you were in Burmecia or not. I had been taught that in Burmecia. I had sworn an oath. But now I was faced with a decision. Make a promise to a friend? Or keep my oath? Slowly my mind told me what was more important, and my eyes narrowed slightly.
"I can't make that promise," I muttered.
Jason's eyes widened slightly. Clearly he had not expected my answer. We were pretty good friends, after all. He probably figured I'd let him get away with whatever he did. Jason backed a few feet away, then slipped away into the darkness. I watched him go, then sighed. He had done something wrong if he wouldn't tell me. It was probably stealing – Stealing was a very devastating crime in the Dari. Murders were so rare that stealing was just about as bad as a murder. It was fairly strict. No wonder Jason wouldn't tell. Yet should I say something?
Suddenly I found I had no appetite anymore. I turned away from the fire and headed back to my tent. Its small size comforted me, and I found myself getting tired. Yawning slightly, I walked into the "bedroom" and lied down on the "bed". I stared at the ceiling of the tent, which was bluish from the darkness. What should I do?
I never thought up of a plan, for I soon fell asleep.
I was able to see clearly ahead of me. Endless plains surrounded me. Everywhere I looked, I saw green. People moved steadily along barely paved roads, trailing goods behind them. These people were half-breeds of many kinds: cats, dogs, birds, fish, even monsters. They were Demi-humans.
Then something in the distance caught my attention. A massive mountain range with an endless lightning storm over it. I stared and stared at the mountains. Something within my mind spoke...
'Come to me, come. I hold what you need to accomplish your goals...'
The voice continued to speak to me in taunting tones...
I woke up feeling confused, yet soon I knew what had happened. I had had the dream. I now knew where to go.
------ Bah, school needs to die! Because of it I couldn't update... Grrrr! =( Sorry, I was loaded with a ton of work for the past few weeks, and it's not over. I'll try to update, but I haven't been able to write until tonight! I'm so sorry, and I'm very tried of making excuses! Please bear with me!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, events, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.
Nomadic Learning
I had not expected to learn so much from the Dari. I, most likely like all Burmecians who visited before me, expected the Dari to be very crude in society, and barely able to survive. But within the first six months of living there, I was proved extremely wrong.
The first thing I learned was that the Dari were anything but barely able to survive. When I was showed where to get food, I was shocked at the fact that they had more food that Burmecia probably had. They told me most of it would be used for when the herds left. It was a store for the winter, already being created in July. There was enough food to last any winter, no matter how harsh. Furthermore, there were barrels of water, gathered from the oasis, rare rainstorms, and even geysers that suddenly came up "when the inhabitants of hell got angry".
The next thing that I was supposed to learn was the religion. I quickly found it wasn't necessary. The religions of Burmecia and the Dari were exactly the same except for a few word changes. The Dari also spent a lot more time at ceremonies than did Burmecia, though I was told not to worry. According to Lizzy, there were so many ceremonies that half the Dari didn't bother going to them.
From there, the real learning starting. For three months I found myself learning about the many trades that the Dari specialized in. I watched with suppressed amazement as they carved their own tools, weapons, utensils, and items via simple methods. Burmecia bought most of their supplies, since it was too busy with its warlike customs to bother with much manufacturing. But these people seemed to live on manufacturing, and I wanted to pick up a skill. But first I had to see them all – And there were so many, it took three months to see them all and make a decision.
I choose jewel carving. I don't know why to this day. There was just something about it that seemed proper. The Dari seemed pleased and surprised with such a decision. For the next three months, I was trained in jewel carving, while learning other things in the process.
I learned about working together, about contemplation before actions, about listening to people, and about thousands of other things that I had overlooked as unimportant while in Burmecia. Yet while I learned these things, something told me that these things would not help me. It was something else I needed to learn before I would leave the Dari. I knew it, and I wouldn't leave until I felt I was ready.
The Dari seemed pleased with my decision.
"Fratley!"
I looked up and saw one of the main hunters staring down at me. The sun already beginning to set, even though it was only two hours past noon. The weather was much cooler than normal. I was told it was because of the approach of winter.
"What is it?" I asked, confused on what the hunter asked.
"The 'erds 'ave come for one last time," the main hunter said. "I'd like ya ta join us."
"All right," I said calmly, though I was actually quite surprised. "I'm comin'."
The main hunter left while I rose to my feet. I knew what I'd need. I put on my traveling outfit, which the warmest thing I had, and the best for the weather. I then grabbed my spear and walked outside.
No one was outside, which was pretty amazing. I could hear voices a good distance away from the camp, though. I ran in the direction of the voices. I soon saw the hunters, and began to run more quickly toward them. Soon, however, a different sight made me screech to stop and stare with shock.
Behind the hunters, about 20 meters away, were massive, hairless beasts. They appeared to be equines, except that they were massive. They had massive, cleaved hooves and strong, muscular legs. They had massive wings sprouting from a massive hump on their back. These wings had spikes at the ends, making them look lethal. They had long, whip-like tails. They had massive heads, with huge, twelve-point horns with the sharpest tips I could ever remember seeing on a beast. They were pawing at the sand with their massive hooves, searching for food.
"Like 'em?" a hunter asked me, bringing me back to reality. "Aren't they gorgeous?"
"They must be deadly," I muttered.
"That they are, and that's why the warriors hunt," the hunter said, smiling proudly. "Hunting those brutes is like attacking a horde of dragons."
"They look slow," I commented.
"They can be pretty slow walking, but when running or flying they are swift. And they don't waste time blasting you with fire—"
"Fire?" I asked, stunned. "How the hell do ya bring those things down?"
"Work and luck," the hunter replied.
"Gather!" the main hunter shouted.
Immediately everyone, including me, walked over. The hunter then began to talk, but not with vocals. The massive beasts that we would hunt were already wary of our presence. Voices would scare them, but they did not understand hand signals. The only problem was the fact that I didn't understand them either. Without making a sound I tried to make sense of them.
First the main hunter motioned toward the beasts. He then pointed two fingers at two hunters, and motioned toward the beasts again. The two hunters nodded and headed toward chocobos that had been waiting patiently near the hunters the whole time. The main hunter then motioned toward the beasts again, then pointed to two more hunters. The hunters nodded and headed off. The main hunter then motioned to the beasts once more, and pointed to me and the hunter I had been talking with. I nodded automatically, and we headed toward the chocobos.
"What'd he say?" I muttered under my breath.
"Just watch me," the hunter whispered back.
I walked over to one of the yellow chocobos. It chirped softly. I simply stared at it, not recalling how to mount. The chocobo gave me a bit of assistance, lowering its body so I could simply get on without much trouble. The chocobo rose to full height. Its brown eyes focused on the beasts below.
"Your chocobo knows what ta do," the hunter beside me said. "Just follow it."
I nodded while I wrapped one arm around the chocobo's neck. I kept the other arm ready to grab my spear.
Soon all the hunters were on chocobos. My chocobo shifted restlessly. It shifted its gaze to the main hunter. The main hunter nodded. Once again the chocobo's gaze shifted, but this time, it ran forward. Soon, we were both moving. I kept myself strangely calm. Somehow I didn't get thrown off, and someone I didn't have a heart attack as the chocobo let out a powerful scream.
Now the beasts were panicked. A few took the skies. Spears shot through the air and ripped the wings of these beasts. The beasts in the air snarled and managed to land safely. My chocobo veered toward one of the beasts. It snarled, seeing me, and prepared a fiery spell. Realizing quickly what I had to do, I grabbed my spear. The beast reared upward onto its hind legs gathering the spell into its mouth.
My chocobo zoomed straight under the beast. I slammed my spear into the beast's stomach and dragged it along with me. As the chocobo emerged on the other side of the startled beast, its stomach was torn open. The beast roared, choked on its one fire, and fell to the ground. The other beasts, alarmed by the smell of blood, began to back away. White began to show in their eyes as they spread their massive wings and took to the air. The beasts with torn wings, however, roared pitifully and they reared backward and ran away on powerful legs. None of the hunters chased them, so I didn't either. We simply watched them retreat.
"Wow," I muttered. "That wasn't so hard."
A hunter laughed as he approached. "That's because you weren't with the others. You got Hurricane, and you got the kill."
"Hurricane?" I asked.
"The chocobo. Dead clever, that one. The other chocobos got a little spooked," the hunter said, motioning to the others. "We suffered a few injuries, nothing major. Today was a fairly good hunt. Usually the beasts do a little more than this. I guess they were startled."
"HEY!"
We all turned in the direction of the new voice. A smiling Dari was running toward us. He soon came to a stop and regarded us with orange eyes.
"You guys are not going to believe this," he said, smiling.
"Believe what?" a hunter asked.
"Lizzy gave birth," the Dari said.
"Holy crap, you serious?" the main hunter asked.
The Dari nodded. "As serious as I can get. And here's the wild part: she gave birth to five kids."
All of us stared with shock. The main hunter let out a sharp bark of laughter.
"I feel sorry for her. Did she live?" The main hunter asked.
"Yes, she's alive. And grumpy," the Dari said, rolling his eyes.
"No surprise," the main hunter muttered. He then smiled. "Well, this day is full of good news. We caught a beast, and the Dragon Warrior caught it. The rest of us suffered minimum injuries."
"Really? That's wonderful! Lizzy will be happy to hear it... When's she done complaining, that is," the Dari said, chuckling. "Well, I'll leave you to your work and deliver the good news."
"All right, guys. Time to do the not-so-thrilling work," the main hunter said. "Hauling this thing to the butcher."
Everyone groaned except me, who smiled good-naturedly. I couldn't explain it, but something had put me in a really good mood. Nothing, not even having to help haul a 700-pound beast, could ruin it. I really wished I could escape and stop by Lizzy's to give her a hello and a "congratulations from hell", as she called them, but it would have to wait. Besides, she deserved the privacy, that was certain.
Within a few moments we had the beast wrapped tightly in ropes, and the ropes either tied to chocobos or being held by hunters. The hauling then began. I was lucky enough not to have to hold a rope; I instead made sure the ropes on the beast wouldn't snap. It was a hard enough job, and I was thankful I didn't have to worry about pulling anything.
Soon the beast was at the butcher, and the hunters were free to leave. Most headed back to their homes to escape the chill, but I headed toward the main tent. It was surprising quiet for a tent that held five newborn kids and a cranky mother. I walked up to the entrance, but did not enter.
"I request permission to enter," I announced, accidentally switching to my Burmecian accent.
"Fine fool, but it's ye funeral," Lizzy replied, chuckling.
I entered the tent and headed into the back room. Lizzy was in the bed, and indeed there were five kids. Two of them had black fur, another had red fur, another had blue, and the last was pure white. They all appeared to be sleeping – Thankfully.
"You've had quite the day," I said to Lizzy before nodding silently at Ronde.
"Yeah, it's been pretty damn delightful," Lizzy said. "Now I 'ave ta think o' five names..."
I laughed. "Now, now. Isn't Ronde going to help?"
"'E says 'e can' think o' anything'," Lizzy complained. "And neither can I!"
I leaned to the best of my ability against the loose tent fabric as I stared at the new parents. Couldn't think of names? I could think of about ten right off the top of my head.
"Why are ya starin' at us like that?" Lizzy asked.
I smiled. "Nothin'. Good luck ta ya."
I turned around and left, allowing the couple to figure out what I had been smiling about. By now, the sun had lowered below the horizon, and darkness and chill were quickly descending upon the desert. Everyone was gathering around the main fire, which was roasting meat from the storage, since the freshly caught beast had not yet been completely prepared by the butcher. Most of the Dari were chatting merely, but I was able to see a few who were quiet and simply going for the purpose of food.
"Hey Fratley!"
I turned in the direction of the familiar voice to find a gray- furred, blue-eyed Burmecian named Jason smiling at me. He, like me, had traveled from Burmecia, but he had never returned. He never told me what had made him stay. I suspected that it was law trouble.
"Hello," I said, automatically reverting to a Burmecian accent, since he spoke it as well. "How are you doing?"
"Pretty well. I heard you went on the hunt, and made the kill. What luck," Jason said with a soft chortle.
"News travels quickly in this place," I replied, amused. "Did you do anything half as interesting?"
"Nothing even a quarter as interesting," Jason replied, rolling his eyes. "Nothing at all..."
I caught a note of doubt in his voice. My brow furrowed slightly as I stared at him.
"Nothing?" I asked.
"Of course. Nothing," Jason assured me, but it was too late. Doubt and worry had flowed into his voice.
"You're lying, aren't you?" I asked suspiciously. "I hear it in your voice."
"No, no! I – I mean, well," Jason said, then trailed off.
"You're lying," I said. "What did you do?"
Jason swallowed. "You promise not to tell?"
Now I understood. Jason had done something against Dari law. He was my friend, one of the first I had made when I first came to the Dari. But breaking the law was wrong, regardless of whether you were in Burmecia or not. I had been taught that in Burmecia. I had sworn an oath. But now I was faced with a decision. Make a promise to a friend? Or keep my oath? Slowly my mind told me what was more important, and my eyes narrowed slightly.
"I can't make that promise," I muttered.
Jason's eyes widened slightly. Clearly he had not expected my answer. We were pretty good friends, after all. He probably figured I'd let him get away with whatever he did. Jason backed a few feet away, then slipped away into the darkness. I watched him go, then sighed. He had done something wrong if he wouldn't tell me. It was probably stealing – Stealing was a very devastating crime in the Dari. Murders were so rare that stealing was just about as bad as a murder. It was fairly strict. No wonder Jason wouldn't tell. Yet should I say something?
Suddenly I found I had no appetite anymore. I turned away from the fire and headed back to my tent. Its small size comforted me, and I found myself getting tired. Yawning slightly, I walked into the "bedroom" and lied down on the "bed". I stared at the ceiling of the tent, which was bluish from the darkness. What should I do?
I never thought up of a plan, for I soon fell asleep.
I was able to see clearly ahead of me. Endless plains surrounded me. Everywhere I looked, I saw green. People moved steadily along barely paved roads, trailing goods behind them. These people were half-breeds of many kinds: cats, dogs, birds, fish, even monsters. They were Demi-humans.
Then something in the distance caught my attention. A massive mountain range with an endless lightning storm over it. I stared and stared at the mountains. Something within my mind spoke...
'Come to me, come. I hold what you need to accomplish your goals...'
The voice continued to speak to me in taunting tones...
I woke up feeling confused, yet soon I knew what had happened. I had had the dream. I now knew where to go.
------ Bah, school needs to die! Because of it I couldn't update... Grrrr! =( Sorry, I was loaded with a ton of work for the past few weeks, and it's not over. I'll try to update, but I haven't been able to write until tonight! I'm so sorry, and I'm very tried of making excuses! Please bear with me!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, events, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.