The cage I'm stuck in continues to rise towards the trapdoor, taking me
with it higher and higher. Staying on the strange platform, struggling to
stay calm, my legs shake a bit more, though I'm trying to prevent them. The
cage rises, and rises, until I am through the trapdoor, and facing those
people who want to kill me, torture me, hurt me in any way possible. Twice
in one day, they're going to meddle with my mind and body, attempt to
destroy me mentally and physically, beyond all hope for recovery.
I turn to face them, those who want only to see me destroyed. Looking at my legs, they're shaking more than earlier. I try to stop them, but it doesn't work. I'm scared, I'm alone, and I'm going to be killed.
"Hello again." Starts the King, smiling at me. He comes over and unlocks my cage, drawing the door wide open. "Why don't you come out so we can talk to you better? It'd make things much easier." I refuse to answer, refuse to move (not that I can, I'm shaking too hard). He smiles again. "Fine then." He turns around picks up his (what's it called? Oh yeah) chair, and brings it into my cage.
Oh shit, I must be tired. I see him coming into my cage. This can't be good. Hallucinating is not a normal, healthy thing to do.
But the others follow, and I hear the clink as they set their. . . chairs down, and as it's impossible to hallucinate about sound it means they really ARE in here. My legs shake harder, and as I sit on the platform, knees noticeably moving, I nearly wet myself.
"None of that," Chides the King. "We won't hurt you. How many times do I have to say it?" Say it all you like. I still won't believe it. My skeptical look is obviously seen, and King Zidane sighs. "You're not gonna believe that for a looooong time, are you?" He asks, obviously not expecting to be answered.
"Look. You know our names already, right?" I refuse to answer again except for a curt nod, deliberate in it's curt end. Kill me already, just get it over with. I'm gonna die anyway, you don't have to pretend anything.
"So what's your name, anyway?" He asks suddenly, and my breath nearly catches in my throat. "That moogle told us, but we don't know if he's lying or not. Care to tell us?" Oh shit, oh crap, I can't tell them my name. It must have something in it for them, it must give them some advantage over me, it must help them in some inconceivable, despicable way that I can't even imagine. They're looking at me tensely, expecting some sort of answer, and I promised to answer them, so I shake my head quickly, muscles in my neck tight.
"Fine. We can wait until you want to tell us." He says, smiling. "For now, do you want anything to eat?" No. I'm hungry, but I won't eat a morsel of their food. It's probably all poisoned. He expects an answer, though, so I shake my head.
"Ok. Good night, then." He tells me, smiling broadly. They stand up, pick up their. . . chairs and leave my prison, shutting and locking the door behind them. A heavy covering is thrown over it, and I am lowered into darkness. Without hesitation, I get off the platform, to sit on the floor, lean on the bars, and fall asleep.
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"What a day," Moans Garnet the instant the trapdoor is closed and Catalina's out of sight. "Just one surprise after another." It had taken her quite a while to come to terms with the strange happenings, and this day hadn't helped her nerves in the slightest.
Zidane sighs and places a hand on her shoulder, mentally listing every swearword he knew and writing them off as not descriptive enough to describe what had gone on. "Yeah," He agrees, glancing around at the assorted group. "We're all exhausted." He states simply, "Let's get some rest and meet early to discuss stuff." At the general moan of agreement he smiles. "That's a 'yes' I suppose. Let's go."
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The stars are beautiful tonight. There's the bright yellow one that shines softly over the mist continent- it's beautiful tonight. The one that shines over the lost continent, a brilliant blue. It's wonderful. The outer continent's star is a pale red, shining dimly amid all the others. And, the last point of the compass, is right above Ipsens Castle. That one, strangely, is a soft green.
North, East, West, South, my eyes look at the stars, the constellations familiar from over the years. To my left, just rising, are the twin moons, one of them really the fallen planet Terra. I note how the yellow stands out more than the blue- tomorrow will be a good day for traveling, a cool day with rain showers occasionally, wetting the sands. For tonight, however, it means I can sleep undisturbed by bad weather, with no breezes and a cushion of sand beneath me.
Looking at the sky once more, I wonder how I'll confront Uncle. If he truly did attempt to kill people- as he trained us to do and told us he did- then the name Kuja must be that of a villains there. I grin at the thought of him attempting to kill any of these 'world heroes' and getting his ass whooped. They probably had to ban together to beat him. Wonder how he survived.
Catalina. Wonder how she's doing. If she's with the royalty clique then she's in good hands. Knowing her, she's keeping her abnormally big mouth shut. Wonder if King Zidane's convinced her to talk yet. Knowing him, he's just made her add him to the list of people to personally murder slowly and painfully. I think, of everyone she's ever known-which isn't a lot of people, considering, so I'll include everyTHING, too-only two people, myself and Uncle, haven't gotten on the list yet. That also includes all the monsters we ran into, and the time Uncle let us keep an Adamantois for a pet. He lasted a week, the poor guy. But I'd better get some rest. I've got a long day tomorrow, trekking over the endless sand.
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Catalina can be seen in the background, dancing around. She does cartwheels. Somewhere she has gotten pompoms. She shakes them around and is yelling yahoo!! You see Eika looking at her from a looooong ways away, before turning and catching sight of her faithful readers. She has a look on her face that says this has been going on a while.
Eika: Sorry about the long update break. (glares at random germ) Got sick, then writers block. Another sore throat, blood test, not strep throat. It might be Mononucleosis, which is a nasty virus, but if so it's still 'gathering it's forces' and hasn't attacked me badly yet, meaning I'm doomed when it does.
Clara: Or it might be the tonsils have to go.
Eika: Please don't remind me. Readers, that's my pitiful list of excuses. Reviewers (those who bother) review!
I turn to face them, those who want only to see me destroyed. Looking at my legs, they're shaking more than earlier. I try to stop them, but it doesn't work. I'm scared, I'm alone, and I'm going to be killed.
"Hello again." Starts the King, smiling at me. He comes over and unlocks my cage, drawing the door wide open. "Why don't you come out so we can talk to you better? It'd make things much easier." I refuse to answer, refuse to move (not that I can, I'm shaking too hard). He smiles again. "Fine then." He turns around picks up his (what's it called? Oh yeah) chair, and brings it into my cage.
Oh shit, I must be tired. I see him coming into my cage. This can't be good. Hallucinating is not a normal, healthy thing to do.
But the others follow, and I hear the clink as they set their. . . chairs down, and as it's impossible to hallucinate about sound it means they really ARE in here. My legs shake harder, and as I sit on the platform, knees noticeably moving, I nearly wet myself.
"None of that," Chides the King. "We won't hurt you. How many times do I have to say it?" Say it all you like. I still won't believe it. My skeptical look is obviously seen, and King Zidane sighs. "You're not gonna believe that for a looooong time, are you?" He asks, obviously not expecting to be answered.
"Look. You know our names already, right?" I refuse to answer again except for a curt nod, deliberate in it's curt end. Kill me already, just get it over with. I'm gonna die anyway, you don't have to pretend anything.
"So what's your name, anyway?" He asks suddenly, and my breath nearly catches in my throat. "That moogle told us, but we don't know if he's lying or not. Care to tell us?" Oh shit, oh crap, I can't tell them my name. It must have something in it for them, it must give them some advantage over me, it must help them in some inconceivable, despicable way that I can't even imagine. They're looking at me tensely, expecting some sort of answer, and I promised to answer them, so I shake my head quickly, muscles in my neck tight.
"Fine. We can wait until you want to tell us." He says, smiling. "For now, do you want anything to eat?" No. I'm hungry, but I won't eat a morsel of their food. It's probably all poisoned. He expects an answer, though, so I shake my head.
"Ok. Good night, then." He tells me, smiling broadly. They stand up, pick up their. . . chairs and leave my prison, shutting and locking the door behind them. A heavy covering is thrown over it, and I am lowered into darkness. Without hesitation, I get off the platform, to sit on the floor, lean on the bars, and fall asleep.
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"What a day," Moans Garnet the instant the trapdoor is closed and Catalina's out of sight. "Just one surprise after another." It had taken her quite a while to come to terms with the strange happenings, and this day hadn't helped her nerves in the slightest.
Zidane sighs and places a hand on her shoulder, mentally listing every swearword he knew and writing them off as not descriptive enough to describe what had gone on. "Yeah," He agrees, glancing around at the assorted group. "We're all exhausted." He states simply, "Let's get some rest and meet early to discuss stuff." At the general moan of agreement he smiles. "That's a 'yes' I suppose. Let's go."
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The stars are beautiful tonight. There's the bright yellow one that shines softly over the mist continent- it's beautiful tonight. The one that shines over the lost continent, a brilliant blue. It's wonderful. The outer continent's star is a pale red, shining dimly amid all the others. And, the last point of the compass, is right above Ipsens Castle. That one, strangely, is a soft green.
North, East, West, South, my eyes look at the stars, the constellations familiar from over the years. To my left, just rising, are the twin moons, one of them really the fallen planet Terra. I note how the yellow stands out more than the blue- tomorrow will be a good day for traveling, a cool day with rain showers occasionally, wetting the sands. For tonight, however, it means I can sleep undisturbed by bad weather, with no breezes and a cushion of sand beneath me.
Looking at the sky once more, I wonder how I'll confront Uncle. If he truly did attempt to kill people- as he trained us to do and told us he did- then the name Kuja must be that of a villains there. I grin at the thought of him attempting to kill any of these 'world heroes' and getting his ass whooped. They probably had to ban together to beat him. Wonder how he survived.
Catalina. Wonder how she's doing. If she's with the royalty clique then she's in good hands. Knowing her, she's keeping her abnormally big mouth shut. Wonder if King Zidane's convinced her to talk yet. Knowing him, he's just made her add him to the list of people to personally murder slowly and painfully. I think, of everyone she's ever known-which isn't a lot of people, considering, so I'll include everyTHING, too-only two people, myself and Uncle, haven't gotten on the list yet. That also includes all the monsters we ran into, and the time Uncle let us keep an Adamantois for a pet. He lasted a week, the poor guy. But I'd better get some rest. I've got a long day tomorrow, trekking over the endless sand.
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Catalina can be seen in the background, dancing around. She does cartwheels. Somewhere she has gotten pompoms. She shakes them around and is yelling yahoo!! You see Eika looking at her from a looooong ways away, before turning and catching sight of her faithful readers. She has a look on her face that says this has been going on a while.
Eika: Sorry about the long update break. (glares at random germ) Got sick, then writers block. Another sore throat, blood test, not strep throat. It might be Mononucleosis, which is a nasty virus, but if so it's still 'gathering it's forces' and hasn't attacked me badly yet, meaning I'm doomed when it does.
Clara: Or it might be the tonsils have to go.
Eika: Please don't remind me. Readers, that's my pitiful list of excuses. Reviewers (those who bother) review!
