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Mel: Hello again! And welcome to the third preview of Destiny Calls!
Figgy: This one is set after Necron is defeated, a day or so afterwards 3
Mel: Oh, and by the way, not everyone knows who you are, do they Figgy?
Figgy: (gasp) WHAT?
Mel: (sweatdrop) For those who don't know who Figaro is, he is my plot kitty! And my assistant. Read "the gritty side of cheese" to learn of his origins.
Figgy: Stop advertising your past stories!
Mel: Erm...it's funny:D
Figgy: sigh. Anyhoo, we have a question from a "well-known" reviewer!
Robshi: "How did Cleyra get restored?"
Figgy: Erm...OwO...
Mel: All in due time, Robshi, all in due time. In fact I'm quite surprised you don't know why...
Figgy: (hits Mel) SHH!
Mel: Ahem. On with the fic!
Preview 3
Reunion
“Are you sure you’re up to it?”
“Amarant, I’ll be fine.”
The rain pattered against the airship deck as the Hilde Garde 3 was next to the entrance of Burmecia. Freya had gathered all her things into her backpack, and, her spear in her hand, she stood near the staircase down onto the memorable earth.
Amarant leant against the doorway, a deep frown on his forehead. “I doubt you’ll find anything. It’s all rubble and sawdust.” He growled. Freya sighed.
“I know, but a friend of mine told me there were some people who refused to leave Burmecia. Hopefully there are some survivors.” She shrugged her shoulder, so as to secure the position of her backpack, and started down the stairs.
Dagger came out of the doorway, as did Eiko and Vivi.
“Freya! If there’s anything you need, come to Alexandria!” she called out. Freya nodded in respect.
“Thank you, Princess. And good luck in your future of royalty.” She said warmly. Eiko’s eyes widened and she turned to Dagger.
“That’s right, Dagger! You’re gonna be Queen now! How does that make you feel?” she jumped up and down, jogging Vivi’s arm. Dagger gave her a small smile and an equally small shrug of the shoulders. “Alright, I suppose. I am ready now to take on such a task.”
Freya watched this scene with amusement, and called out, “I’ll remember you all. If there’s anything I need, I will be sure to find you. I will never forget the adventure we had together.” She gave a small bow, and a smile, then turned and walked a little hesitantly into the ruins of her once-proud kingdom.
A feeling of regret washed over her, as it had done the first time she had entered after the black mage invasion. As statues lay on the ground, crumbled, and windows and doors were smashed, she felt as though if she were there to protect it, none of this would have happened. Her smile disintegrated into a sad stare at the destruction around her.
She noticed that the lifeless bodies, and near dead ones too, had been removed from the streets. Someone must have come to bury them, Freya thought to herself. That means that someone else is here…
She continued to walk through the city, until she came to the fountain that receded near the entrance to the palace. Water was flowing from it yet again, and Freya listened in curiosity as she heard a voice from the opposite side:
“Your highness, with all due respect, are you sure you want to call everyone back this soon?”
“Of course I do! I may be young, but I can do this job! I’ll be just as good as my old man!”
Freya looked across to see the Prime Minister, Kalkleon, in discussion with Puck, the Prince of Burmecia. As if sensing her presence, Puck turned round to spot Freya waiting anxiously nearby. His rarely stern face broke into the impish grin he always wore.
“Freya! Man, where were you? I thought I’d lost ya in Cleyra!” he said loudly, causing Kalkleon to cringe in embarrassment at the new figure of royalty.
“Likewise!” Freya beamed, walking towards the two. “But how did you escape from Cleyra? I escaped using the black mage’s telepods, but you…”
“Oh, we just left in time, that’s all. We grabbed a bunch of people and jumped down the trunk as fast as we could. We were really lucky, one more minute and we would’ve been toasted!” Puck explained, excitement and youth lighting up his eyes.
Freya blinked. “We?” she asked.
Puck nodded. “Yeah, Fratley and I!”
Freya’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened in surprise as she heard the name roll off Puck’s tongue.
“Is…is he?” she stammered, suddenly finding it hard to speak, as her voice thinned to almost nothing.
“Is he here? Yeah, he’s somewhere near the castle. Left him to his own devices really.” Puck nodded, understanding. “But…are you sure you want to see him?”
Freya frowned slightly. “I-I guess,” she realised a slight flush had come over her.
Kalkleon took this chance to step in. “Your highness, I suggest we move into the palace itself to discuss our matters.” He said solemnly. Puck blinked at him a couple of times, and then sighed as if the burden of being the soon-to-be ruler of a great nation had suddenly struck down on him. He gave Freya a thumbs-up sign and followed the prime minister into the entrance to the palace.
Freya chuckled to herself at her young friend’s charisma, and then she entered the great palace herself that was home to so many of her precious memories. She smiled as a few came rushing back; the musky smell of the walls, the chatter coming from the Dragoon Knight dorms, the feel of the stone floor underneath her feet.
The sight of a young man smiling down at her.
Freya blinked and shook her head. That memory was one she wasn’t quite ready to face yet. She walked along the corridors until she came to a huge marble staircase, the one that led to the great hall itself. One of the banisters was broken off, and a statue had been thrown onto the floor and lay in rubble, but in her mind, it looked new and polished, with many servants and guests running up and down.
She climbed the remains of a fine piece of stone work and gently pushed open the double doors that were quite stiff from not being used for a long time. They opened eventually and granted her access to the magnificent great hall. Thankfully, the black mages had not destroyed too much of it; only a painting or sculpture here and there had been broken or ripped. Freya moved into the middle of the room and lifted her head to see the beautiful painting that now damp and slightly eroded away, still remained. The ceiling that was painted to look like the heavens had always fascinated Freya, from the first time she had visited this room. As she looked around herself, she saw the other double doors into the room were open as well. Probably Puck checking to see if it was still here, Freya thought to herself. She returned her attention to the ceiling once more and marvelled at the still intact crystal chandelier that hung from a dragon’s mouth. More memories flickered through her head.
A party. A celebration. And a large number of people had been invited. Her own initiation into the Dragoon Knights, where everyone had danced and laughed and cheered when they all got their medals from the King…they were marked as future heroes to their kingdom and she was beaming from ear to ear. At least, on the outside she was. On the inside she had a secret hope that a certain young man would realise that she was the one he wanted…
She closed her eyes and imagined the events that had happened that night. She remembered the dress she wore, and the music that was playing. She remembered the slight warmth of that night, being in the summer, and how the lights were dimmed slightly to give a secluded feeling to the room. She thought hard. What was he wearing that night? It wasn’t smart, but then it wasn’t casual either. A sort of cross between. He was wearing a pale blue shirt…and black trousers. She conjured up an image of him, standing in front of her, giving her that smile he always used to give. She panicked slightly when she saw that he was still disappearing, as the edges around his face and body were misty and faded. She willed her head to make him speak. Anything. Just to remember…
“…Lady Freya?” Ahhh. There it was. That deep rich voice that had a way of turning her stomach inside out, and her heart pound furiously. She chuckled slightly. She was still acting like the teenager she was, letting a crush get so out of hand she ended up falling madly in love with…
“Lady Freya, are you alright?” Hmm. Something about his voice sounded slightly wrong…
Freya snapped her eyes open and the memories vanished as quickly as dust is blown away. She blinked a couple of times to get accustomed to the light, then turned her head to see who had invaded her thoughts.
Fratley, the very man she was thinking about was standing right behind her.
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