Chocobo's Final Fantasy Haven
Ray Pang
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CHAPTER ISTOP THEIF!The
light in the corridor was dim. There were torches placed
periodically along the walls, but they were few and far
between. They cast pale shadows on the rough stone walls that
rose up into the darkness of the fortress, their light
diminished by the immensity of the stucture around them. Two
men walked slowly down the corridor. They were dressed all in
black except for a red insignia on the left breast of their
shirts. They talked in hushed tones as they passed down the
hallway, almost as if they were intimidated by the cold walls
that surrounded them. They
paused for a moment in the middle of the corrider as one of
them lit a cigarette. As they moved on a little bit of rock
dust drifted to the ground behind them. Clinging
just below the ceiling on the wall directly above where the
two men had been standing the young ninja breathed a sigh of
relief as the two men disappeared down the hallway. Much as
she would have been amused to see the look on their faces if
she had dropped on top of them, it was unlikely she could have
taken them both out before they raised an alarm. She
slid silently down the wall. She stopped when she reached the
bottem and looked around quickly, more out of habit than
caution. She knew the next patrol would not come through for
another ten minutes. Smiling
to herself, she quickly passed down the corrider. So far,
things had been absurdly easy. At the end of the corridor she
turned left and entered a narrow room, dimly lit like
everywhere else. On the floor was a brightly painted murel of
a large red dragon. She
walked slowly across the room, being careful not to step on
any portion of the floor that was painted red. On the other
side was a locked metal door. She crouched down beside it for
a few minutes. There
was a soft click, and then the young ninja stood up and swung
the door open. With one more glance around she stepped inside.
The
room was circular, and even darker than the others. A
flickering glow dimly lit the room, but it was not the glow of
torchlight. In the center of the room stood a narrow pedistal.
On top of it was placed what looked like a materia orb. The
ninja could not help but stare in wonder at it for a moment.
She had never seen anything like it. It was huge, much larger
than any materia she had seen before, almost the size of an
ostrich egg. But the thing that really captivated her was the
color. Normal materia glowed faintly with a certain color
depending on what type of materia it was, but this sparkled
with multicolored lights. Red, blue, green and yellow all
flashed and flickered within it. She
slowly walked over to it, unable to turn her gaze away. The
colors whirled around inside it. One growing brighter than the
rest, then fading away, to be replaced by another color. It
was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "I've
been expecting you." She
jerked her head up to see a figure standing in the darkness
nearby. Instinctively she flung her shuriken at point blank
range. Almost
too fast to see the man stepped to the side, then almost
casually reached out his hand, and suddenly he was holding her
shuriken. Her
eyes widened in spite of herself and she took a step back. "I'm
afraid you'll have to do a little better than that," he
said calmly. He tossed her shuriken aside and stepped toward
her. He was an older man, with white hair and a short beard,
and he wore the same black uniform she had seen on the other
men in the corrider. On the left breast was the insignia of a
red fist. The
young ninja lauched a kick at the man's knee, but faster than
she could follow he reached down and intercepted her leg. He
twisted it round and she felt searing pain run up her leg.
With a cry she fell to the floor. The man let go of her leg and stepped up beside her. She turned to look at him just in time to see him stoop down and bring his fist forward. Then all was blackness...
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