|What You Wish For
Author: Bahamut-dragon PM
Chapter 5 now up. Mordrey still alive? All is revealed. Will the group see Xilas, or is this all in vain?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,452 - Reviews: 10 - Updated: 07-20-02 - Published: 04-29-02 - id: 750573
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Disclaimer: I do not own the character Freya or Final Fantasy IX in any way or shape. I do however own Xilas Iliamet and Uncle Cornelius Crescent and everything about them, so ask me if you want to use any of them. Read this story if you will, or don't if you don't want to. This is a new story after my other good attempts, and I am hoping it lives up to the reputation of my previous stories. Please R& R (Read & Review)
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What You Wish For
After an invitation to join all of her friends in Alexandria, Freya decided to stay in the Alexandrian castle for the night, but she soon found that she could not sleep and found herself wandering the corridors of the great castle. The entire group had opted to stay in the castle for the night and go their own ways in the morning. Even Amaurant had decided he would stay the night. So lost in her thoughts was Freya that she did not see the person coming the other way as she rounded a corner and they collided, sending both people to the ground. She shook her head and looked up.
"Oh, Zidane," she said as she saw who it was, "sorry, I didn't see you there."
"It's ok Freya," came the reply as Zidane stood up again, "I guess you have a lot on your mind."
"True my friend," she said. Friend, she thought, It's been a while since I called anyone that.
"I was actually just on my way to see you," Zidane said.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something."
"Have you ever heard of Xilas Iliamet?" Zidane said in a lower voice.
"The Burmecian mage?" Freya replied, looking puzzled, "Yes I have, but he's only supposed to be legend, an old folk tale.
"What if I were to tell you I had in my possession, a map leading to where he now resides?"
"Then I would be very suspicious of how you got such a map, and I would also be wondering why you hadn't gone there yourself straight away seeing as Xilas was famed for being so powerful that he could make wishes come true," Freya said with a slight frown.
"I trust the source where I got the map, and as for your second point, well," Zidane took a scroll from his inner pocket, "take a look for yourself."
Freya took the scroll, opened it, looked at it for a few moments and then looked up. "It's written in ancient Burmecian," she said.
"Supposedly written by Iliamet himself," Zidane said with a smile.
"I would have my doubts if I didn't know that there is only one person on this continent with the knowledge to read and write ancient Burmecian," Freya said.
"Who?" Zidane asked.
"My uncle," Freya said as she turned and began walking away. After a few feet she stopped and looked over her shoulder at a stunned Zidane. "Are you coming or not?" she said.
"You bet I am, but what about the others?" Zidane asked as he followed her.
"If the map is real, I do not wish Iliamet's location to be common knowledge."
"I understand, you and me it is then." The two nodded to each other and headed towards the main gate, making only one stop at Freya's room for her to collect her hat and spear.
"If Princess Garnet asks where I am, tell her I have gone away with Freya to sort a few things and I will be back in a few days," Zidane said to one of the Palace knights on their way out. The knight nodded and continued his patrol through the castle. The two of them made their way through the great city to the airport. Once there they quickly procured a small, fast ship for their journey.
Zidane stayed at the helm as Freya walked out on deck and looked at the map again. She then rolled it up and put it into a pocket on her uniform and looked out into the night sky.
Xilas Iliamet, I know you are out there, she thought, and I will find you whether you want to be found or not.
The trip to Burmecia was uneventful and soon they found themselves standing on the ground of Burmecia airport as dawn was breaking. After a short walk through the city and exchanging pleasantries with early risers, they came upon a large and very old house. Freya wandered up to the door and knocked on it and after a minute and old Burmecian opened it.
"Freya, is that you?" the rat asked.
"Uncle, I have come to ask a favour of you," Freya said with a slight curtsy.
"Of course my dear, come in. Your friend is welcome too." The two entered the house and Freya's uncle closed the door. "Now what can I do for you?"
"I need help to translate something Uncle Cornelius," Freya replied, producing the scroll. Cornelius took it and lead them into a library/study area. He opened it out onto a table and peered at it for a while, reading to himself in a strange language.
"What does it say?" Zidane asked.
"Quiet Zidane, let him concentrate," Freya snapped at him.
"Quite alright my dear," Cornelius said, "it is easy. I will read it too you. Go north from the city of birth to the lonely forest. Into the forest you must go to where the Great Warrior stands ever vigilant. Stand and be judged before him, and only the worthy will be able to see my power."
"That's it?" asked Freya.
"Exactly it," Cornelius replied, writing the translation on a spare piece of paper and handing it to them.
"Thank you very much uncle," Freya said.
"Thank you sir," Said Zidane.
"Your both welcome to drop by any time," Cornelius said. They nodded and left the house, making their way back to the airport.
Once aboard their ship Zidane looked at the translation.
"So where to?" he asked.
"The city of birth must be Burmecia, so I guess we go north from here until we get to a forest," Freya replied.
"All right!" Zidane said as he piloted the ship into the air, "Xilas Iliamet here we come."
TO BE CONTINUED
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