Subj: [ffml] [MW] Premonitions
Date: 98-11-20 20:59:17 EST
From: jandoc@hawaii.edu (Schala)
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Schala opened her eyes suddenly. The primal scream still rang in
her ears. And with it brought premonitions of danger...
Her heart was thumping in her chest. It was a mixture of the
exultation of finally understanding...and the fear of terrible danger
lying just ahead in the path...
She gulped for air. When she had calmed down enough, she took
stock of her surroundings. The day was just dawning. A heavy weight on
her chest made her look down. She saw her Dreamstone formed into the
shape she had envisioned during her trance. She slipped it off her neck
and gazed at it for some time.
Finally she put it back on and stood up. As she did so, a chorus
of millions of voices seemed to echo in her mind. Schala clapped her
hands over he ears to try and drown out the sound. She fell to her knees
in agony, shaking her head and crying out.
She was suddenly aware of a soothing voice. "What's wrong?" the
voice asked worriedly.
The Mystic looked up. It was Glenn. He repeated his question.
"What's wrong?"
She stood up again. "Glenn, we must return to Vector...now," she
said, her voice filled with an urgency that neither of them had ever heard
before.
He did not hesitate. Instead, he took her hand and let her back
to where Kaitlin was just rising.
"We must go," the swordsman said grimly.
Kaitlin looked at the two of them and did not argue. Suddenly
Schala cried out and fell back. Glenn caught her quickly. "Schala's
what's wrong?!" he nearly shouted.
The druidess came near and felt her forehead. It was burning.
"She seems to have a fever of some kind," she said. "But...it's like
it's...resonating to some kind of waves here in the forest..."
"Is that why she wants to get back to the city? To get out of
here?"
"I don't know." The Kaitlin noticed the pendant. She handled it
carefully, then set it down gently again. They looked at each other.
"Did anything happen to her last night?" she asked.
Glenn, about to respond, was interrupted by a heavy rustling. A
few moments a later a chocobo burst into view, with a Henrickson on its
back. The soldier, who had been riding hard, nevertheless came to a halt
when he saw the scene. Recognizing the women, he asked, "May I be of
assistance?"
"That's all right," Kaitlin said before Glenn could say anything.
"Just give us any news you can."
The soldier nodded. "We're fighting the Moogles back there," he
replied. "But we're taking heavy losses. Scotts was sending me back to
Vector with the news..."
Schala's eyes fluttered open. "We must go there..." she rasped
out. "To the fighting..."
"Schala, you can't, you're..."
"We must go...NOW!" Her strength seemed to return as her voice
rose. She struggled to stand.
Glenn looked at the druidess. "Kaitlin, you return to Vector with
the soldier and take care of your friend," he said. "I will travel with
Schala."
She nodded and hopped nimbly on the back of the chocobo, and they
rode off. He turned to the Mystic. "All right, now what?"
"We're going to try something that I've done only a few times
before," she said. "I might not have the strength for it, but it's the
fastest way. We're going to teleport. Stand close to me." He did so.
She closed her eyes and projected her spirit out ahead of her,
searching for the battlefield. She found it quickly and located a
deserted spot that was reasonably sheltered from the fighting. Anchoring
her energy to that area, Schala cast a shield and invisibility around them
and used her power to carry them to the spot she had marked out. When
they arrived there, she set them down and removed the magic.
But it had taken time to transport, and in those brief moments,
the fighting had reached that area. Glenn quickly unsheathed his Masamune
while Schala put up another shield. He fought several Moogles in
hand-to-hand combat, and the Mystic watched his back, throwing fireballs
at any who came near.
"At least your magic got us here in one piece," he yelled to
Schala over the din.
She couldn't help but laugh as she shot a thunderbolt at a
charging Moogle. "Now let's hope it helps keep us that way," she shouted
back.
They heard a shout off to the side. Schala turned and saw it was
Bacca. He slashed his way to them and demanded, "What the hell are you
doing here?! I thought I told you to return to the city!"
The Mystic looked at him with blazing eyes. "I couldn't stay
away, not while the fighting is on," she shot back. "I..." She pursed
her lips, shot another bolt, then continued, "I had a...premonition."
Bacca took a deep breath to choke off the words he knew would come
from his mouth if he opened it again. Then he said, "Very well." He
softened slightly. "I am glad to have your assistance, but please, as
soon as this is cleared, return to the back lines."
She nodded. "All right." The High Lord walked away.
After a few minutes, Glenn was free of the fighting, and Schala
was as good as her word. She saw the relief on his face when she said
they must go behind the fighting. They carefully skirted the fighting and
made their way to where the reserve legions were stationed.
Schala saw a familiar white-robed figure a short distance away.
"Lady!" she called out. The healer turned, saw her, and smiled. The two
met each other and embraced.
"I should have known I'd see you here," Schala chuckled.
Lady grinned. "Of course," she said. "But it's not only because
of Bacca..."
"I know. You're the top healer. The army needs you..."
Her voice trailed off, and the white wizard looked at her
curiously. She was prevented from saying anything by Glenn's appearance,
who strode up behind Schala. Lady looked up in surprise, but the
swordsman bowed formally.
"My name is Glenn, my lady," he introduced himself. "Formerly
known as Frog. I am Schala's traveling companion."
"Ah." But as Lady saw them glance at each other, she knew they
were much more than simply companions...
"So what can we do?" the Mystic asked.
Lady shrugged. "Not much...except wait, I suppose..." She heard
a shout, and they saw several men dragging themselves in with wounds. "Or
perhaps, Schala, you could help us with healing...?"
Schala, about to move, was stopped by Glenn's hand on her
shoulder. "By all means," he said. "I would just like a word with her
for a few moments." Lady nodded and hurried off.
She turned to him. "What is it?" she asked.
He looked straight into her eyes. "I want to know what happened
to you last night, what occurred that suddenly convinced you to come
here."
She lowered her head. "I had visions," she began slowly.
"Everything...everything I had been searching for in my life, everything
that I experienced...They all came together in a series of dreams. And
when I came out of my trance, I...I heard something in the forest.
Something was crying out to me, crying for help..." She looked at him.
"Glenn, I swear...It was the voice of the Planet...It was in agony. And I
felt that agony inside me...It was killing me!...
"And the voice...was telling me that there would be no end to the
wars...That there would be no peace...That already the seeds of the next
war were being sown even as the first was coming to an end...That's why
the Power has itself become destructive..." Schala held her head in her
hands. "It's telling me...to use the power that I have...to end the
war...so that the next one might begin...It's a horrible cycle, over and
over and over again...The Planet doesn't want anymore war, but it knows
it's doomed to that fate for eternity..." She began crying. "Glenn, why
must there be so much conflict? Destruction? Killing? Hate? Why are
peace and love such alien concepts now? Why?...Why?....
"I don't want anymore war...I don't want to see all these
conflicts tear apart the people I care about the most...
"I don't want to live in a world like this...Not like this..."
Glenn caught her in his arms as she sobbed. "It's all
right...It's all right..."
He stroked her hair gently and stood there as the fighting
continued around them.
The way to meet your fate
is to try your hardest to avoid it.
---
Wilma Jandoc aka Enya *ICQ: | "We Immortals can't afford to waste
jandoc@hawaii.edu *14710984 | our tears on their brief little
nabiki_tendo@geocities.com | lives. We must think of ourselves."
http://www2.hawaii.edu/~jandoc | - Masato,
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/9800 | "The Mermaid's Scar"
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