Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of The Diamond Sword ❯ More Than Slightly Amiss ( Chapter 3 )
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By: TikiGoddess 
Something's definitely not right here!...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Updated On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Something's definitely not right here!...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Updated On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3: More Than Slightly Amiss
When I went to bed that night, I know I fell asleep in my own room.
I fell asleep rerunning that day’s events in my mind. I had memorized the taste of Siri’s delicious brownies, and was thinking about them as I slipped into dreams. I even dreamed about them; that’s how good those brownies were.
I was jolted awake when I rolled over, off my nice comfortable mattress and out of my delightful blankets, onto hard-packed earth and a basket of carrots.
I sat up, startled and disgruntled, and looked around me in wild confusion. Directly ahead of me was what looked like a town square. The buildings were unfamiliar, and obviously made of dried earth and brick instead of having siding like every other house in my neighborhood.
It wasn’t nearly as confusing as the clothing. People wore long robes or strange uniforms made of leather and chain mail, and several were openly carrying weapons.
It wasn’t until I saw the Viera walking stand-offishly side by side with a Bangaa that I nearly screamed.
I turned away immediately, my hand over my mouth to hide any noise I made. I knelt down to right the basket of carrots I’d knocked over moments before, and that was when I noticed that I wasn’t in my pajamas any longer. I had the decency to finish what I was doing before I stopped to admire my new clothes-- leather gauntlets covered my arms from palms to elbows, a leather vest with a high collar covered a green silk shirt, and thick pants made of a material I didn’t recognize covered my legs. My boots were solid, but light and comfortable.
I leaned back against a wall and forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply for a moment to clear my head before trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Someone tugged at my sleeve, which was startling enough to reaffirm that this was not, in fact, a dream.
“Sorry to frighten you, kupo!” said a high voice, and I suddenly knew where this conversation was going. “You look lost, kupo. Are you all right?”
I turned and did my best not to react like a silly little girl to the adorable moogle’s visage. His fur was an almost unnoticeably pale shade of lilac, with a blond tuft at the top of his head. A lovely crimson pom-pom sprang out from just behind the tuft and bounced at about the same height as my shoulder. Little red bat wings flicked behind him nervously, causing his black mage’s outfit to rustle.
“I’m completely not all right,” I told him honestly, wondering why I didn’t feel any more panicked. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m not from this world?”
The moogle blinked and gave me a strange look. “Kupo! Maybe talking to strangers really isn’t such a good idea!”
“No, wait, please!” I said, catching his shoulder as he started to turn away. “I’m absolutely serious!”
He cast me a glance over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. “You’re serious, aren’t you, kupo?” he asked. “So you really don’t know how things work around here?”
I sighed. “It’s a long story… I do have the general idea of how things are supposed to work, but the way I know it is…” I searched for the most believable way to phrase it. “… Through a legend. This style of life is legendary in my world, and usually taken for myth instead of fact.”
The moogle nodded slowly, accepting my explanation. “So then, kupo; you know you need to join a clan, right, kupo?”
The ‘kupo’ was beginning to get on my nerves, and said a silent prayer that I’d get used to it as the next words left my mouth. “Do you have a clan I could join?”
The moogle smiled, and for the first time ever I realized moogles have little, adorable fangs. “Kupo! As a matter of fact, I do!”
When I went to bed that night, I know I fell asleep in my own room.
I fell asleep rerunning that day’s events in my mind. I had memorized the taste of Siri’s delicious brownies, and was thinking about them as I slipped into dreams. I even dreamed about them; that’s how good those brownies were.
I was jolted awake when I rolled over, off my nice comfortable mattress and out of my delightful blankets, onto hard-packed earth and a basket of carrots.
I sat up, startled and disgruntled, and looked around me in wild confusion. Directly ahead of me was what looked like a town square. The buildings were unfamiliar, and obviously made of dried earth and brick instead of having siding like every other house in my neighborhood.
It wasn’t nearly as confusing as the clothing. People wore long robes or strange uniforms made of leather and chain mail, and several were openly carrying weapons.
It wasn’t until I saw the Viera walking stand-offishly side by side with a Bangaa that I nearly screamed.
I turned away immediately, my hand over my mouth to hide any noise I made. I knelt down to right the basket of carrots I’d knocked over moments before, and that was when I noticed that I wasn’t in my pajamas any longer. I had the decency to finish what I was doing before I stopped to admire my new clothes-- leather gauntlets covered my arms from palms to elbows, a leather vest with a high collar covered a green silk shirt, and thick pants made of a material I didn’t recognize covered my legs. My boots were solid, but light and comfortable.
I leaned back against a wall and forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply for a moment to clear my head before trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Someone tugged at my sleeve, which was startling enough to reaffirm that this was not, in fact, a dream.
“Sorry to frighten you, kupo!” said a high voice, and I suddenly knew where this conversation was going. “You look lost, kupo. Are you all right?”
I turned and did my best not to react like a silly little girl to the adorable moogle’s visage. His fur was an almost unnoticeably pale shade of lilac, with a blond tuft at the top of his head. A lovely crimson pom-pom sprang out from just behind the tuft and bounced at about the same height as my shoulder. Little red bat wings flicked behind him nervously, causing his black mage’s outfit to rustle.
“I’m completely not all right,” I told him honestly, wondering why I didn’t feel any more panicked. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m not from this world?”
The moogle blinked and gave me a strange look. “Kupo! Maybe talking to strangers really isn’t such a good idea!”
“No, wait, please!” I said, catching his shoulder as he started to turn away. “I’m absolutely serious!”
He cast me a glance over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. “You’re serious, aren’t you, kupo?” he asked. “So you really don’t know how things work around here?”
I sighed. “It’s a long story… I do have the general idea of how things are supposed to work, but the way I know it is…” I searched for the most believable way to phrase it. “… Through a legend. This style of life is legendary in my world, and usually taken for myth instead of fact.”
The moogle nodded slowly, accepting my explanation. “So then, kupo; you know you need to join a clan, right, kupo?”
The ‘kupo’ was beginning to get on my nerves, and said a silent prayer that I’d get used to it as the next words left my mouth. “Do you have a clan I could join?”
The moogle smiled, and for the first time ever I realized moogles have little, adorable fangs. “Kupo! As a matter of fact, I do!”