Chapter Seven. Enjoy.
Flint collected the bowl and water skin, storing them in his pack along with the precious cargo that sat sole in the chest. "C'mon Fen." He mumbled, kicking snow over the fire and
grabbing Fenrir's reins. The bird warked happily, trotting alongside his master. After that morning, he'd decided to walk, as Fenrir's legs could probably do with the lack of stress. They'd
just stopped for a quick lunch in a small cluster of half-fallen trees, and finished the last of the food. Half of a loaf of bread, which Flint had severed in two for the both of them. The
bigger of the two for himself, as Fenrir had eaten the day before while in the stable. Unfortunately, Fenrir had snatched it while he wasn't looking, and swallowed it whole, leaving the
smaller morsel for Flint. "Fen!" Flint had exclaimed. A guilty look consumed the Chocobo's face, and he had so gracefully regurgitated the bigger half for his master. Flint sighed, taking
the smaller half before the bird did, and on they'd walked.
By the time the sun began to go down, Flint began to wonder how long it would take to reach his destination on foot. The camp was usually quite well hidden, with not many landmarks
to go by, especially with the endless expanse of white that stretched out in front of him. He had, in the end, decided to find the camp and tell them of Cloud's danger. As much as he
hated the boy, he knew he deserved to live as much as the next person, and no one, deserved the torture that Hojo had been forcing on him- even if he was, in Flint's opinion, a freak.
His eyes skimmed the horizon, watching the fiery ball of sun disappearing over the edge of the world and beyond.
The world was consumed in shadow as night crept silently over the skies, spattering the sky with the tears of angels.
Fenrir, irked by the lack of sound, warked into the darkness. "Shh Fen." Flint whispered. Though they were on open ground, and not a soul was in sight, he felt odd- as if someone were
watching him. He looked at the ground for any signs of disturbed snow, but the only things he saw were his and Fenrir's footprints, slowly being covered again as the snow fell anew.
"Sorry Fen, but I have to get on you now, I want to be ready- something doesn't feel right..." Flint told the Chocobo, and the bird sat, standing once Flint had mounted.
'CRACK' A sharp, hollow sound echoed through Flint's ears. It was the sound ice would make when being cracked- "Wha-?" Flint gasped- And that, was the sound you made when you
realized you'd just stepped through it. But as far as Flint knew, there were no lakes or rivers in this part of the plains, and he definitely would've noticed the differentiation of snow and
ice against the featureless landscape. Fenrir warked nervously, awaiting his master's orders. "RUN YOU IDIOT BIRD!" he yelled, not wanting to know, if this was indeed as he'd
suspected, a bottomless crevice that had frozen over. Fenrir took one long stride- but the ice had given away beneath his feet, and the horrible feeling of sinking consumed his stomach
in a nauseous fashion- but then stopped. "Ah dammit!"
It was not in fact, a bottomless crevice that ended in a bone shattering fall- which he was of course thankful for, but something
else- Probably a sink hole. He thought, patting the frantic Chocobo who was up to his neck in snow and ice. "Easy Fen." He calmed. "Oh no, not another one!" "Hm?" Flint looked at the
Chocobo in complete and utter disbelief. "Fenrir, did you just-?" Fenrir warked loudly, his eyes bulging as he was tugged down a little into the snow. "What the hell?" Flint looked
around, but no one but Fenrir was there. "Don't worry, I'll go get the poor thing and drag it out." Another muffled voice answered. "You sure? That's the fifth Chocobo this week!" "Don't
worry about it, I can handle it on my own." "Alright, suit yourself." There were some muffled footsteps. Flint looked around for a place to hide, but nothing of the kind was available, and
a saddled Chocobo would be to obvious. He heard the voice again: "Firaga!" it cried, and a man climbed out of the newly made hole in the snow, shaking water from his spiked black
hair . He turned to face Flint and gawked. "You!"
IT WAS AN ALIEN!!!
Just kidding, it was someone else, just wanted to throw you off. Heh heh heh...
Shut up! It was funny!
Any who, I hoped you enjoyed today's chapter- AGAIN I apologize for the very feeble length, but I can't help it D`: Well, actually, I can, but I'm a little worn out today, and so is my computer, damn virus reappeared :(Thanks to all my reviewers, Ziggy Pasta, imaxgoxgnomgnomxonxya, chibipinkbunny, and MoriMemento, much thanks as always!Okay, so I'm gonna try to put Zack and Cloud in a little more than I previously have, as they feel neglected. And, I'm sorry to everyone who feels sorry for poor little Fen, but he trouble seems to love to cling to him. I also must apologize for the weird spacing in chapter six... Hopefully this chapter will be better with that.
Suggestions and comments would be greatly appreciated, as always!
Thanks,
Lucifer