Fan Fiction ❯ Journey of Hope ❯ Journey part 15 ( Chapter 15 )
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By: VegetandAru 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Journey of Hope
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.
This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.
Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)
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'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.
This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.
Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)
<o0@0o>
'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)
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They had been walking all day, their legs were aching and they hadn't eaten. Weary with hunger Zak slumped down onto the ground clutching his stomach.
"I can't go on Trayant. I'm starving!"
"I know, i am too. But there's nothing to eat. You'll just have to wait."
"I'm fed up with waiting, I don't think that i've ever missed breakfast before. Let alone lunch as well. It feels like my stomach is trying to eat itself."
"Look we're almost into Wallfault all we have to do is cross that border and we'll be right near a city again. We'll be able to sit down and eat when we get to Faut-lon. Okay?" Zak jumped to his feet, suddenly very energetic.
"Well what are we waiting for then? If food is on the other side of that border then lets get going." Zak raced over to the border with Trayant and Tomato following on behind him.
"What an appetite that boy has." Trayant laughed as he spoke. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular but it didn't matter. It wasn't a particularly nice day. It was a bit overcast and dull but the sun was shinning brightly and the chilling wind was not altogether unbearable. Zak could see the far off shape of a city in the distance. He make just make out a cathedral and maybe a school but nothing else, the rest were just vague white blobs. He could feel the hunger mounting up in the pit of his stomach like it had being doing for the last hour or so. He was in a bad mood, or at least as bad as the mood of an optimist could get. He hadn't slept much that night. They had stopped walking late and then when they were finally going to sleep then the ground had been hard and wet and every time he began to get comfortable then there would be a ferocious crack of brilliant white light and the majestic roll of thunder, roaring in the dark sky. He had finally fell to sleep and then had been woken up a couple of hours later cold, damp, tired and without breakfast. They had walked all day non stop and had completely missed lunch. He heard his stomach growl noisily and fixed his eye on the little town, hopping that soon then they could stop and eat. He began to moan to himself quietly under his breath.
"Stupid griffin! Stupid Trayant! Who does he think he is, here I am dying of starvation and so he decides to give the only food that we own to that bloody griffin! Honestly." He wasn't willing to ever say how he felt out loud, but he was well out of earshot and there was only himself around to hear his complaints. His stomach gave another roar of hunger.
"I swear my stomach is sticking to my spine. I don't think i've ever been so hungry in my entire life. I hope it's not going to be like this every day."
A dark grey cloud opened up in the sky and began douse the world in painful spitting hail. Zak pulled his coat up over his head and stopped to wait for Trayant and Tomato as the ran over. Trayant was trying to shield his face with his arms and had thrown his long jacket over Tomato's head to keep her safe from the wet. They didn't stop running until they had crossed over the border and had arrived safely in a town. They rushed through the down pour and into the shelter and comfort of the inn. They went up to the bar and to Trayant's surprise then Zak pulled out a small leather wallet and up turned it's contents on to the bar.
"Bar Tender!" The bar tender waddled over to them,
"What cun I get you for lads?"
"We need some shelter for our griffin, two large mugs of Hot chocolate and all three of us need plenty of food."
"Alrighty then. Bob! Take this griffin and put him in our best stable block." A young man in a white apron ran over to Tomato and ushered her gently out side, whilst the bar tender filled up two large mugs of hot chocolate.
"Zak where did you get all that money from?"
"Oh you don't think that my mum would send me halfway across the world without any money to buy myself food and shelter do you?" The Bar tender brought over the drinks and placed them in front of Zak and Trayant. "Thanks."
"But... Wow I don't think that i've ever seen that much money in my entire life."
"Yeah but I live in the biggest, richest city that there is in Gillis, where as you live in the poorest country, I can't say city because there isn't one where you live any more, in a little house with your sisters."
"So does your mom have allot of money then?" Trayant asked brushing off the rude comment about his home.
"Yeah, everyone in Tizic-doon dose. We are the richest city that there is. My family's always been quite rich but when my dad died then we were given even more money to compensate."
"Were you close to your dad Zak?"
"Well yeah, sort of. We got along quite well, but he was always away on business so I barely ever got to see him."
"Was he a sword fighter like you."
"Yeah, most of the time any way. He would sometimes get a second job if there was a crash crisis but he loved his sword fighting loads. Probably more than he loved me."
"No way. No father could ever love his job more than his son."
"Mine did."
"Zak, that's not true."
"Think and say what you like, it is true Trayant. I know it is." There was an awkward silence in the room, Trayant searched for the right thing to say to comfort Zak, but he couldn't find the words. Zak felt like he had to fill the silence.
"It's okay you know, I don't really care, you don't have to sympathize for me." Trayant still didn't know what to say so Zak carried on. "I mean you have it even more difficult than me, you have no father and no mother, you have two sisters and two pets to look after and there's no other people in your country for you to be friends with or for you to at least look after you. I should be the one feeling sorry for you."
"Yes but..."
"Look I'm okay with my life, so just forget that this whole conversation ever happened Trayant. Okay?" Trayant reluctantly agreed
"Okay."
"Here you go lads." The bar tender passed down some food for the two of them. The meal consisted of warm, freshly baked, bread rolls smothered with melted butter, there was some soft cheese on the side of the plate and a large piece of smoked fish steaming gently and giving off a delicious smell. Zak began to tuck in, his mouth watering as he savored the smokey taste of the fish. Trayant looked up at the bar tender.
"Does my griffin have food?" His voice was filled with curiosity and general worrying.
"I'll get Bob to take him out some food in a minute young sir. What's a lad like you doing out with a griffin any way, you must have come from Tolagent to have a griffin with you?"
"It's none of your business."
"Okay. Okay. I didn't mean any offense lad." The bar tender waddled off again to serve another customer and Trayant began to eat the meal in front of him looking carefully about the room as he did so. There were few other people in the small room, in the far right corner of the room then there were a huddle of old men smoking their cigars and talking in quiet hushed voices, surrounded by a thick smog that smelt dreadfully of tobacco leaves and burnt wood. Trayant turned away in quiet disgust and peered around the rest of the room, two people were laughing together, a man and a woman. They were sitting in the middle of the room sipping coffee and talking loudly to one another.
"Trayant. You okay, you're not eating." Zak's plate was almost empty.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking about stuff." They heard a clatter from the room above and the thump of footsteps coming down the stairs. A red haired young man in an overly tight black t-shirt and leave-nothing-to-the-imagination jeans jumped the lest step of the stairs and went to walk out the door. He passed the bar and brushed softly against Trayant's back making him turn. "Fire?" The young man stopped and turned in surprise, Zak stopped eating and looked up to see who Trayant had noticed in the almost empty room.
Trayant?" The young man smiled and pulled up a seat to sit by Trayant. "What ya doin' 'ere?"
"We're looking fo..."
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Back up! We're?!??!!?!"
"Oh sorry, this is Zakary Parrow," He gestured towards Zak, who nodded in greeting, his mouth filled with fish and buttery bread.
"'ello."
"And of course I have Tomato with me."
"Ahh Tomato, an' where would she be den?"
"She's in the stables."
"Hey you're a nymph right!" It was more of a statement rather than a question and had been suddenly put forward by Zak, in between mouthfuls of food.
"Dat's rite. What was it dat you were sayin' Trayant?"
"Oh yes. Zak and I are looking for Nadia. Although her awakening stone got broken so I'm not sure that she'll be very happy to see me."
"Nadia as in Nadia Felvia, 'n overlord o' Gillis."
"Yeah why."
"Well it's jus' dat she's up stairs gettin' dressed at the momen' an I 'ope ya realise dat if she loses ANY of her power she wont be able ta 'elp ya at all."
"Huh," Trayant's eyes widened in sudden confusion. "How do you mean that she won't be able to help us Fire."
"The opposition is stronger dan ya thin' Trayan. Ya need ta get out o' 'ere. Both o' ya."
"Fire you need to help us, stop her from coming down stairs until we're gone then tell her what's going on and tell her to get to the sol lighthouse as quickly as possible, tell her that we'll meet her there. Got it." Trayant instructed fire quickly, his scholar mind quickly coming up with a suitable plan.
"Gotcha." Fire pounded back up the stairs. Zak and Trayant heard him thump across the landing and knock on a door.
"I'll explain everything later Zak." He informed the younger teen, meeting the inquisitive sapphire gaze of the sword fighter, he had come to class as a friend. "Come on." He hauled Zak to his feet by the back of the dark blue cloak he was wearing and yanked him out of the wooden doorway to the direction of the stable blocks.
They had been walking all day, their legs were aching and they hadn't eaten. Weary with hunger Zak slumped down onto the ground clutching his stomach.
"I can't go on Trayant. I'm starving!"
"I know, i am too. But there's nothing to eat. You'll just have to wait."
"I'm fed up with waiting, I don't think that i've ever missed breakfast before. Let alone lunch as well. It feels like my stomach is trying to eat itself."
"Look we're almost into Wallfault all we have to do is cross that border and we'll be right near a city again. We'll be able to sit down and eat when we get to Faut-lon. Okay?" Zak jumped to his feet, suddenly very energetic.
"Well what are we waiting for then? If food is on the other side of that border then lets get going." Zak raced over to the border with Trayant and Tomato following on behind him.
"What an appetite that boy has." Trayant laughed as he spoke. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular but it didn't matter. It wasn't a particularly nice day. It was a bit overcast and dull but the sun was shinning brightly and the chilling wind was not altogether unbearable. Zak could see the far off shape of a city in the distance. He make just make out a cathedral and maybe a school but nothing else, the rest were just vague white blobs. He could feel the hunger mounting up in the pit of his stomach like it had being doing for the last hour or so. He was in a bad mood, or at least as bad as the mood of an optimist could get. He hadn't slept much that night. They had stopped walking late and then when they were finally going to sleep then the ground had been hard and wet and every time he began to get comfortable then there would be a ferocious crack of brilliant white light and the majestic roll of thunder, roaring in the dark sky. He had finally fell to sleep and then had been woken up a couple of hours later cold, damp, tired and without breakfast. They had walked all day non stop and had completely missed lunch. He heard his stomach growl noisily and fixed his eye on the little town, hopping that soon then they could stop and eat. He began to moan to himself quietly under his breath.
"Stupid griffin! Stupid Trayant! Who does he think he is, here I am dying of starvation and so he decides to give the only food that we own to that bloody griffin! Honestly." He wasn't willing to ever say how he felt out loud, but he was well out of earshot and there was only himself around to hear his complaints. His stomach gave another roar of hunger.
"I swear my stomach is sticking to my spine. I don't think i've ever been so hungry in my entire life. I hope it's not going to be like this every day."
A dark grey cloud opened up in the sky and began douse the world in painful spitting hail. Zak pulled his coat up over his head and stopped to wait for Trayant and Tomato as the ran over. Trayant was trying to shield his face with his arms and had thrown his long jacket over Tomato's head to keep her safe from the wet. They didn't stop running until they had crossed over the border and had arrived safely in a town. They rushed through the down pour and into the shelter and comfort of the inn. They went up to the bar and to Trayant's surprise then Zak pulled out a small leather wallet and up turned it's contents on to the bar.
"Bar Tender!" The bar tender waddled over to them,
"What cun I get you for lads?"
"We need some shelter for our griffin, two large mugs of Hot chocolate and all three of us need plenty of food."
"Alrighty then. Bob! Take this griffin and put him in our best stable block." A young man in a white apron ran over to Tomato and ushered her gently out side, whilst the bar tender filled up two large mugs of hot chocolate.
"Zak where did you get all that money from?"
"Oh you don't think that my mum would send me halfway across the world without any money to buy myself food and shelter do you?" The Bar tender brought over the drinks and placed them in front of Zak and Trayant. "Thanks."
"But... Wow I don't think that i've ever seen that much money in my entire life."
"Yeah but I live in the biggest, richest city that there is in Gillis, where as you live in the poorest country, I can't say city because there isn't one where you live any more, in a little house with your sisters."
"So does your mom have allot of money then?" Trayant asked brushing off the rude comment about his home.
"Yeah, everyone in Tizic-doon dose. We are the richest city that there is. My family's always been quite rich but when my dad died then we were given even more money to compensate."
"Were you close to your dad Zak?"
"Well yeah, sort of. We got along quite well, but he was always away on business so I barely ever got to see him."
"Was he a sword fighter like you."
"Yeah, most of the time any way. He would sometimes get a second job if there was a crash crisis but he loved his sword fighting loads. Probably more than he loved me."
"No way. No father could ever love his job more than his son."
"Mine did."
"Zak, that's not true."
"Think and say what you like, it is true Trayant. I know it is." There was an awkward silence in the room, Trayant searched for the right thing to say to comfort Zak, but he couldn't find the words. Zak felt like he had to fill the silence.
"It's okay you know, I don't really care, you don't have to sympathize for me." Trayant still didn't know what to say so Zak carried on. "I mean you have it even more difficult than me, you have no father and no mother, you have two sisters and two pets to look after and there's no other people in your country for you to be friends with or for you to at least look after you. I should be the one feeling sorry for you."
"Yes but..."
"Look I'm okay with my life, so just forget that this whole conversation ever happened Trayant. Okay?" Trayant reluctantly agreed
"Okay."
"Here you go lads." The bar tender passed down some food for the two of them. The meal consisted of warm, freshly baked, bread rolls smothered with melted butter, there was some soft cheese on the side of the plate and a large piece of smoked fish steaming gently and giving off a delicious smell. Zak began to tuck in, his mouth watering as he savored the smokey taste of the fish. Trayant looked up at the bar tender.
"Does my griffin have food?" His voice was filled with curiosity and general worrying.
"I'll get Bob to take him out some food in a minute young sir. What's a lad like you doing out with a griffin any way, you must have come from Tolagent to have a griffin with you?"
"It's none of your business."
"Okay. Okay. I didn't mean any offense lad." The bar tender waddled off again to serve another customer and Trayant began to eat the meal in front of him looking carefully about the room as he did so. There were few other people in the small room, in the far right corner of the room then there were a huddle of old men smoking their cigars and talking in quiet hushed voices, surrounded by a thick smog that smelt dreadfully of tobacco leaves and burnt wood. Trayant turned away in quiet disgust and peered around the rest of the room, two people were laughing together, a man and a woman. They were sitting in the middle of the room sipping coffee and talking loudly to one another.
"Trayant. You okay, you're not eating." Zak's plate was almost empty.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking about stuff." They heard a clatter from the room above and the thump of footsteps coming down the stairs. A red haired young man in an overly tight black t-shirt and leave-nothing-to-the-imagination jeans jumped the lest step of the stairs and went to walk out the door. He passed the bar and brushed softly against Trayant's back making him turn. "Fire?" The young man stopped and turned in surprise, Zak stopped eating and looked up to see who Trayant had noticed in the almost empty room.
Trayant?" The young man smiled and pulled up a seat to sit by Trayant. "What ya doin' 'ere?"
"We're looking fo..."
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Back up! We're?!??!!?!"
"Oh sorry, this is Zakary Parrow," He gestured towards Zak, who nodded in greeting, his mouth filled with fish and buttery bread.
"'ello."
"And of course I have Tomato with me."
"Ahh Tomato, an' where would she be den?"
"She's in the stables."
"Hey you're a nymph right!" It was more of a statement rather than a question and had been suddenly put forward by Zak, in between mouthfuls of food.
"Dat's rite. What was it dat you were sayin' Trayant?"
"Oh yes. Zak and I are looking for Nadia. Although her awakening stone got broken so I'm not sure that she'll be very happy to see me."
"Nadia as in Nadia Felvia, 'n overlord o' Gillis."
"Yeah why."
"Well it's jus' dat she's up stairs gettin' dressed at the momen' an I 'ope ya realise dat if she loses ANY of her power she wont be able ta 'elp ya at all."
"Huh," Trayant's eyes widened in sudden confusion. "How do you mean that she won't be able to help us Fire."
"The opposition is stronger dan ya thin' Trayan. Ya need ta get out o' 'ere. Both o' ya."
"Fire you need to help us, stop her from coming down stairs until we're gone then tell her what's going on and tell her to get to the sol lighthouse as quickly as possible, tell her that we'll meet her there. Got it." Trayant instructed fire quickly, his scholar mind quickly coming up with a suitable plan.
"Gotcha." Fire pounded back up the stairs. Zak and Trayant heard him thump across the landing and knock on a door.
"I'll explain everything later Zak." He informed the younger teen, meeting the inquisitive sapphire gaze of the sword fighter, he had come to class as a friend. "Come on." He hauled Zak to his feet by the back of the dark blue cloak he was wearing and yanked him out of the wooden doorway to the direction of the stable blocks.