Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] The People of the Moho (Part II)
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	Tojo stood before a sheer stone wall, his army streching far off behind
him.  Looking to the top of the wall, all he could see was blackness, a
small hole of blackness deeper than that of the cavern ceiling of the
Moho.  In order to reach the surface, he would have to march up this
wall.  That was the quickest way, otherwise a trip to the surface would
require many days worth of marching through dark, winding caverns.
	"Are you ready Tojo?", asked Ross who, aside from being a friend for
many years, was the second in command of his army.
	"Yes," Tojo nearly whispered.  He was deep in concentration.  He had no
time to turn back now; he had built up the confidence of the army far to
much to be able to take a break to rethink things.
	"Ready Men!" he heard Ross shout behind him.  He stared at the wall, as
if he expected the wall to blink first.
	Then he reached out.  Or maybe he was reaching in, he could never
tell.  But he reached... somewhere... somewhere where he could feel the
people around him, sense them, understand them, their thoughts, their
actions.  He could feel the mass of their emotions.  Pride was strong
with them, but so was fear.  Fear of what they would face.  Tojo would
have to get rid of that fear.
	He continued to reach until he could sense the whole army, a web of one
million souls.  Then he introduced his thought.  "We can march up that
wall."  Taking a small leap off of the ground, Tojo turned in mid air
and landed on the stone wall in front of him lightly, and then stood
straight up on the wall, looking forward up the great cavernous hole in
the ceiling.  Gravity now obeyed him.  Still holding onto the web in his
mind, Tojo gave the thought to the others.  They needed faith to be able
to do it, and they had it.  The strongest emotion Tojo could feel in the
web was his people's undying faith for him.  It seemed to surround all
of them, a great, thick fog that filled the cavern from it's floor to
it's ceiling high above.
	Behind Tojo, the first line of ranks made a small jump and they, too,
landed on the shear wall below him.  Tojo began to walk up the wall.  It
was easy going.  While he had weight, he didn't feel as heavy as he
usually did, nor did the pack on his back carrying his food and
weapons.  Not that he would need any weapons.  He could easily defeat
many foes with his magic alone, and just as easily escape from those he
could not defeat.  Running away wasn't an act of cowardice, because
running away meant he wasn't about to drop all the responsibilities he
had in life, wasn't about to abandon all the people who didn't die with
him.
	Tojo asked the web to allow him one more thought.  "The cavern is well
lit."  And it was well lit, as long as he believed it was.  The light
would waver only if his belief in it did, and the light stayed steady
throughout the journey.
	So onward he marched- upward.
------
	After three day's journey, Tojo found himself near the mouth of the
cavern.  He had held the web tight during the entire march, never
sleeping, never talking.  It was a strong test of will, to concentrate
so hard on one single thing for so many hours.  His men had rested
during the journey, a few times.  Tojo hadn't.  He had remained
standing, using the web to borrow energy from his men.  So, after three
days of standing on his feet and holding the web, Tojo still felt as
energized as if he had just waken up from a long night's sleep a matter
of minutes ago.  The cavern seemed to slant downward to Tojo, which he
knew meant that it was actually sloping upward toward the entrance to
the cave.
	He couldn't quite see the entrance yet, due to some bends in the
cavern, but he had to get ready to exit.  As he walked down the slope,
careful of his footing, Tojo added a new thought to the web.  "I am
walking uphill."  As the thought hit the web, Tojo began to feel the
slope shift, and he found himself walking uphill.  He gave the thought
to his other men in the web, and he could hear a slight scuffle as some
of the first of his ranks stuggled to maintain their balance as they
changed gravity's orientation.  He hoped his men would not use the
thought until they were at a point where they could safely continue to
walk.  If they were to use it while they were still marching up the
shear wall, they would undoubtedly fall to their deaths 20 miles below.
	Tojo walked, still surrounded by the artificial light he had created,
and walked throught the cavern, which was narrowing.  Ahead, he could
see a circle of blue.  The entrance.  He walked through the entrance to
find himself stll standing in fields of grass.  For most of the men
behind him, it would be the first time they had looked upon the surface
of the planet.
	Tojo didn't let his concentration waver, however.  He held the web in
his mind, and supported his army behind him.
	Suddenly, a cry rang out, from behind a nearby rock.
	"KUPO"
	A lone moogle mounted over the rock, and charged at Tojo and his army.
	The web wavered.
	At the front of Tojo's ranks, Ross moved in and slaughtered the moogle
with his sword.  Tojo felt relieved, but it was only temporary.  For
within the next moment, a force of about seventy moogles came running
over a nearby hill.  Despite their best efforts, the front flanks of
Tojo's army couldn't react fast enough to stop all the moogles.  On got
through, close enough to nail Tojo.
	Tojo fell to the ground.  The web broke.  Behind him, in the cave, came
a haunting chorus of screams.  And then there was nothing.
						Tojo

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