A/N: Okay, a new chapter because I know you all love this story, though you refuse to admit it and review. Actually, I'm on a role with this story and I think it is because it is one of the few stories I actually enjoy writing.
Manders1953- hehehe! I didn't even read the Author Note until I read the LotR quote! I was like "Oh my God...what the hell..." and then I look up and read that you put it in there. Great stuff.
LOL if you're reading this, then thanks. My brother was the one who told me to add the LotR quote. XD
Angelriona: Interesting, I'm not really sure what to think of it quite yet. I have played practically all the Final Fantasy games and I have to say 7 wasn't my favorite. (Sephiroth was frickin hard to beat in the end.) Personally I like FF8, but seven was ok. I was slightly surprised you brought Aerith back and how you have connected Atlantis to 7 is somewhat interesting (in a good way). I think I will keep reading and see where you go with this story, I am kind of wondering how you will portray the Promised Land since it never really explained in detail what it was in the game. I'm just not really sure about the combination as of yet, but you may make it work out just fine. Good luck!
I think FFVII was by far, the best personally. The characters were so frickin awesome. The whole Atlantis-FFVII connection is one of the hard parts. And I think Aerith was the only character strong enough to use without putting in an OC (which I don't like doing.) The Promised Land... ah... honestly, I never expected to get this far in the story, and the sad part is I'm only half through. =) Thanks for the luck, I need it.
Chapter Eight: As normal as it will be.
He was flying once more, resting between the dragon's wing joints and with both arms wrapped around it as best he could as Bahamut challenged the skies, flying nowhere of importance, but just because he could.
The forest spread across the land, all the way to the oceans edge and to the foot of large mountains, which loomed higher then anything else around. He wondered why he had never noticed them before but the world was round...
And the dragon turned, flying away from the mountains and out towards the ocean once more, but he noticed this wasn't the direction of Atlantis. Bahamut rolled to its side, skimming the tip of its wing through the dark, deep blue water beneath it.
He wasn't sure how long they flew over the ocean; only that soon they were quickly approaching a beach and a ruined city. Bahamut perched on top of one of the towers like a gargoyle looking down below him with content.
This used to be a great city, filled with glory and fame many years ago. Bahamut explained quickly, back when my kin and me were hunted for our scales, bones and blood. Then as the Dragons slowly left Human's be, it became a peace-loving city, and unknowingly housed those who were killing the planet.
How was it destroyed? Carson asked, stroking a large black scale carefully.
One of my kin lives here, Bahamut chuckled, and that is how. I wonder where he is at the moment.
Destroying more cities? Carson suggested, looking around carefully, how many of your kin are left?
I don't know, but there aren't bound to be many, Bahamut leapt off the tower and took off southwards, you can thank your own kin for that.
I'm sorry.
If you saw the dragons in there prime you wouldn't be.
I'm not sorry for them, I'm sorry for you!
Bahamut stopped flapping his wings but left them straight to glide forward and turned his head to gaze at Carson, who reached over at pat the tip of the dragon's nose. Shaking its head, it looked foreword and continued to glide along over the water, flapping its wings every now and then.
XOXOXOX
McKay and Ford walked through the gate and the doctor was trying to explain something to the lieutenant who just didn't seem to be getting it. A moment later, Sheppard stepped through and was smiling while Teyla laughed at some joke he must have told her before they stepped through the Stargate.
Even though Beckett was gone, Weir suggested they pick up 'Gate travel again while they waited for him to return. True, this had a few disadvantages, but if he were to attack like Aerith suggest he might, then they would need all the supplies they could get.
But that wasn't what was bother Weir as she watched them walk up to her, still talking like they had been before they entered the 'Gate and she watched as it was shut down and the shield was disabled.
They hadn't had any news of Wraith attacks since right before Carson became the Chosen One. That was three months ago, and he had been MIA for almost four weeks now. The Commanding Officer of Atlantis was worried what fate might have befallen the poor Scottish man.
There were so many ways he could have gotten hurt, and she was sure that magical or not, Bahamut would not be able to cure every little pain he had. And she was wondering how he was surviving food-wise.
After all, he had simply burst through the 'sky-roof' with Bahamut when he left, and it had been hours after he had eaten. Maybe he starved to death. Or, something in the back of her mind told her, maybe he had come across people to feed him.
Which would be wonderful, except the fact that he had a dragon with him who would encourage him to kill any one that annoyed him. And that was definitely a bad thing. Could there be a more awful way to make friends?
Gate Team: 1 made it up to her and she smiled kindly and put her hands in her pockets, mind still wandering. They seemed to be waiting for her to say something and she shrugged her shoulders and quickly looked over each new member.
"How did it go?" Weir asked at last, "They try to bite you again?"
"Not exactly," Sheppard laughed, scratching the tip of his nose with one finger while she watched a slight pink colour spread across his cheeks, "But if we can help them fix their OSS they will be willing to help."
"OSS?" Weir asked.
"Orange Sky Shield," McKay spoke up, "It seems to keep the moon light from changing them into wolves in the middle of the night. And it is running on a nearly full ZPM."
McKay's tone seemed to sadden at the fact that there was a near full Zero Point Module within his grasp but he wasn't aloud to take it. Weir noticed this but didn't comment and seemed to be running the thoughts over in her head.
"Not very often you meet Werewolves," Weir said slowly, "Are they as bad as everyone makes them out to be?"
"Not really," Ford said, "And the turn into wolves during the night and only a half wolf during the full moon. Kind of cool really."
"And how hard would it be to fix their OSS?" Weir continued, walking to the conference room and gesturing for them to follow, "And what do they have to offer us?"
"Well for the OSS, it wouldn't be that hard," McKay said, "Just a little tampering around to change it to a night time thing instead of an eclipse thing which seems to make them insane. A few days, maybe more if we have to be gone by night time."
"And they said we could have us much as their crops as we would require, as they are more of meat eaters," Teyla offered, "Saying that plants were usually used for the young, the old, and the pregnant and sick."
"That seems to be a large category to me," Weir frowned.
"Well, there children are mostly born in spring, and they eat plants until they get there first tooth, at three months, and the pregnant only need plants for the last few months," Teyla recounted, thinking of how the Alpha Female had explained it, "They don't get sick often and they don't live very long after fifty because of their meaty diet. Fifty is the point of age when they are old."
"I'm glad they could make such an offer," Weir said sitting down in her chair as the others sat in their own, "But when you go to see them let them know we won't require much of their food. How much do they have by the way?"
Teyla and Sheppard looked at each other as if trying to think of a way to explain how much food the Lupus-Cruor had. After a moment John opened his mouth to comment but closed it again.
"They had a lot," Ford said simply, "Many, many fields."
"Why so much for meat eaters?" Weir asked.
"Something about an Alpha Male hoping to make a deal like this thousands of years ago," McKay said simply.
"Okay, I guess we can take some then," Weir said, slightly taken aback.
XOXOXOX
He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around his stomach, his mind ready to explode. It felt like there was burning lava running through his veins, and images of pain flicked through his mind like a slide show.
To many to count and flipping so fast that he couldn't see what they were. It was almost like watching someone else's life pass before his eyes, a couple thousand someone's lives pass before his eyes.
It was almost as if, every time he failed the summoning, he was forced to watch the victims of whatever it was he was trying to summon. He wanted to stop, simply give up, but then that was still messing up the summoning and he would feel the pain again.
So he had to summon the thing even though it was completely against him. And he had nothing he could do about it. The Chosen One hadn't returned and Aerith had taken over his spot as head healer.
And the Wraith...
It was almost as if he could feel their presence, slowly gathering forces and coming closer. It was almost like they had nothing better to do then assist the Crisis of the Sky destroy the Planet and Ancients.
And he was slowly distancing himself from people. Every time he tried to summon whatever it was he was told too, he seemed to be getting more and more of its own personality, or at least he assumed that much.
He let his hair slowly grow long, even for a male's and his clothes changed from their light browns to the closet thing he could get to black. And people annoyed him, and he blew up and ended up yelling at them, scaring them off.
And soon everyone ignored him, except his best friend and father. But when he got himself a wooden sword and began to fight others with it, they slowly began to distance themselves from him.
He had wanted attention, but not quite like this. He was an outcast among his people, and the people of Atlantis. But the two people he wanted to notice him were too busy worrying about the Chosen One.
The bloody Chosen One who was out over the ocean somewhere playing with a dragon, trying to find its brothers to destroy mankind, as they knew it. But that didn't bother him, not in the least.
There was only one more problem he had. He found it was impossible to try to summon when the black sphere was with him, so he often hid it somewhere before he went to summon the thing in his head.
And he still had to find a way to give it to the Chosen One who was, once again, off playing with dragons who want to destroy mankind. And the voice in his head seemed to become less patient of late.
Coaxing him to hurry, and see if there was anyway for him to bring the Chosen One back to Neo Midgar. Or was it Atlantis? He blinked in confusion and stood up and dusted off his clothes before turning to leave the room.
He'd have to summon whatever it was soon, just so the voice would leave him alone.
XOXOXOX
They stood next to a large crystal clear lake and Bahamut stuck its head under and looked around. There wasn't much difference. Nothing swam in it and the bottom was cut clean like a bowl.
Shaking its massive head, the dragon looked at Carson who was sitting by the lakes end watching the water lap up against the surface. He closed his eyes and felt for something in his pocket, before squeezing it tightly.
He felt a strange energy surge through him, and warm him up slightly in the middle of the cold night. He turned to look up at Bahamut who was watching him intently and he sent a smile in the direction of the large black summon.
And it lay beside him, head resting on the ground and Carson reached over and gently rubbed one of the scales that were about as big as a dinner plate, which was actually one of the smaller black scales.
When will you summon him? Bahamut asked closing his eyes, you realize I will be the one in the fire if it is not soon. He knows you have him. I felt him accept you all that time ago.
Will it hurt like when I summoned you? Carson asked, sighing slightly.
That all depends. I was never forced to summon one, but it helps remove some of the pain that it has over things inside the orbs.
So I would be helping it?
Him.
Sorry, I would be helping him?
Why do you think most summons are willing to help?
Sorry, you're the first one I've met.
I assure you, I won't be the last.
Okay, I guess I'll summon him soon then.
How soon?
Soon.
Humans.
A/N: Okays, how was that? I only want these six pages long so Bahamut's big bro will have to wait. And as for the Lupus-Cruor... Well I wanted to have Werewolves in my story but they won't have a major part. And their name means Wolf Blood if you were interested. Heh...
-Cailean
