OK! My third chapter. Hope you like it! :D
Disclaimer: I do NOT own final fantasy crystal chronicles.
Chapter 3: The Alfitarian Caravan
The next morning was bright and sunny. They ate a quick breakfast and were on the road again. This time Mike was at the reigns, Tyran was sleeping in his bunk, Kris was on the roof, and Rob was sitting on the backseat. After lunch they saw a caravan in the distance.
"Who's that?" Tyran said from behind Mike.
When they got closer they realized it was a caravan full of Lilties in heavy armor.
"Hail, caravanners!" the supposedly leader said. "I am Sol Racht, leader of the Alfatarian caravan. Where are you from?"
"Hi, um, we're from Tipa. My name is Mike."
"I'm Tyran!" the clavat said, jumping out of the caravan.
"I'm Rob." He yawned.
"And I'm Kristine!" she said, seemingly gliding off of the roof and in front of him.
"Good to meet you! Is this your first year?" Sol asked.
"Yes it is. In fact we just started off yesterday. We're headed to River Belle now." Kris stated.
"In that case, would you like some training? Stiltzkin here is a seasoned traveler, and would be glad to help."
Rob jumped as a fat, oddly dressed moogle appeared out of nowhere.
"We would be glad for your help." Mike said happily.
"OK, but let's find a better spot." Stiltzkin remarked, looking around.
Tyran was amazed. He had never seen a moogle who didn't say 'kupo' after everything.
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'Stupid moogle.' Mike thought after being criticized for the thousandth time. They were practicing attacking, and no one except for Tyran understood a word the moogle was saying. He was 'attacking perfectly' while Mike was 'too slow and attacking wrong'. Kris was next to him, so confused she was just waving her racket around wildly in the air. She called it 'creative chaos' while Stiltzkin thought of her as 'the worst warrior ever'. Rob was doing what the moogle asked, but was concentrating so hard his movements were that of a glacier.
"TOO SLOW!!" the moogle screamed at him.
"This is boring! We've been doing this for over an hour! Can we PLEASE move on to something, ANYTHING, else?" Kris whined.
"FINE! You three are hopeless anyways! We'll now learn focus attacks. Aim at these rocks," he gestured to the four rocks he had lined up. "Focus on your target and only your target. Then release your energy. Selkies! I expect you to do better at this then the clavats, so get your butts in gear!" Stiltzkin instructed.
'Great, even more of a reason for him to yell at me.' Kris thought.
She then focused on the rock and only the rock. She felt the racket in her hands. She focused her energy then…Balls of energy shot out of her racket, evaporating as they collided with the rock. Looking over she saw Rob leap over and crush the rock under his racket. A few seconds later Tyran jumped over to the rock, sword out, and completely sliced the rock in half. Mike did the same thing, except with his weaker sword he got it stuck in the rock.
"Hmmm… good work. I must say I'm surprised to see the successfulness in your focus attacks considering your lack of skill in normal attacks. Now practice a few more minutes, and then we will move on to magic." Stiltzkin informed.
A few more minutes turned out to be half an hour. By now Rob's rock was turned to ruble, Kris's had a big hole in it, Mike's had been completely cut in half and then some, and Tyran had little pieces lying on the ground.
"Now we'll move on to magic." Stiltzkin said, handing each one a fire magicite. "Do the same thing as with focus attacks, except focus on the magicite's energy, not your own."
Kris went first, being a natural with magic.
"Fire!" she yelled, her rock being engulfed in large flames.
"Fire!" said Rob, sending small embers at the ruble, causing him to blush after Kris's performance.
"Fire." Mike said, sending his rock into a fury of flames.
"Not bad, but Hot Chick's got the lead in magic." Stiltzkin replied.
"FIRE!!" Tyran yelled. Though his will was strong his effort was weak. He sighed as he saw little embers not much bigger than Rob's form around the chunks of rock.
"Here's what I see."Stiltzkin said. "Sword Butt fights the monsters," Gesturing to Tyran. "Clavat carries the chalice and uses restorative magic." He looked at Mike. "Hot Chick uses offensive magic," He looked at Kris. "And Retard protects the magic users." He smirked at Rob. "You can also combine magic to create a stronger effect simply by casting in the same spot at the same time. Now let's practice magic a bit more…"
The four of them looked at each other, all thinking the same thing. They looked back at the moogle who was still blabbering on.
"FIRAGA!!" they yelled, sending the moogle into a fiery inferno.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" The moogle screeched, running away.
"Ahhhhhh… that felt SO good!" Kris grinned. The others nodded, walking back to the caravan.
"Is Stiltzkin OK?" Kris asked Sol innocently. "We had a horrible accident when casting magic. I hope he's alright."
"Oh that's OK! No harm done! In fact why don't you camp with us tonight? We'll keep guard, so you can sleep soundly." They nodded in agreement, tired from the day's activities.
After they ate dinner, they decided it was time for bed. Rob climbed into his bunk, only halfway noticing that they were still basically sleeping on old rugs.
"I am SO tired!" Kris announced, pulling a potion out of her bag and placing the bag on the floor.
"A sleep potion?" Mike asked, climbing into the wagon.
"Yeah. No matter how tired I am; I probably won't be able to sleep because we're going to River Belle tomorrow. So I'll just use this to be sure I sleep."
"Can I have some?" Tyran asked, pulling the curtain back.
"Of course! Mike, you can have some too if you want." She said, taking the potion from Tyran and giving it to Mike. "Rob, you want some?" She asked, taking some herself.
"Nah, I'm almost asleep already. I don't need a potion to get my sleep."
"OK, suit yourself." She then tucked it away.
Soon they were all asleep.
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"What the?" Kris yelled as she woke up on the floor, waking the whole caravan.
"Why are you on the floor?" Rob asked.
"How should I know?"
"Maybe I should tell Dad not to make that potion so strong." Mike commented.
"Yeah that might be a good idea." Kris said as she put the blankets back on her bunk.
"Let's get some breakfast, it smells like the Alfitarians are cooking up a storm." Tyran remarked.
"Good morning!" Sol called.
"Morning!" They called back.
"Please, enjoy the breakfast we made. We didn't want our food to spoil, so we made extra. Help yourself!" Sol exclaimed, pointing to the mountain of food.
"Sweet!" Rob said, piling up the food on his wooden plate.
After breakfast they said good-bye to the Alfitarians and assumed their normal positions; Kris on the roof, Tyran at the reigns, Mike walking at the side, and Rob inside the caravan.
"Let's get our first drop of myrrh!" Tyran called enthusiastically from the driver's seat.
He snapped the reigns and the papaomus (Papu) brought the wagon back on the trail. They then headed for River Belle to get their very first drop of myrrh.
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