After being assisted by Civan, a soldier from the northern continent, the group sneaks back into Eijopi in an attempt to find passage across the sea. However, they're attacked by Mog along the way. After severely wounding him, they escape via Civan's ship.

In Truvia, the group makes passage to Battant, the capital of the country, in order to explain their situation to the Queen-Empress. While stowing away on a cargo train, they are attacked by Zimon, a former Truvian lord who went insane and became a bestial monster. Leading a pack of Chocobos, Zimon knocks them unconscious and drags them to his cave; Giuseppe is sent away to deliver a ransom to the Queen. However, Calaria manages to send a message to Chocobo the Djinn for assistance. Chocobo proceeds to infiltrate Zimon's pack.

At the cave, Civan and Kyson are separated from the others; Zimon offers them a chance to join him, but they refuse and their fight continues. Imajin, Stubbs, and Calaria are grabbed by the Chocobo pack and overhear their plans to kill Zimon and the rest. The Djinn Chocobo protects them until Zimon shows up, upon which they strike. The bard, Franz, steps in and soothes the Chocobos with music, then escorts the group to Battant.

Civan arrests Zimon and sends him to the palace dungeons. While Imajin searches for Giuseppe, Kyson and Stubbs make plans to enter the dungeons and speak to Zimon; they are joined by Calaria, having now learned the danger she is presented with for being a summoner. At the same time, Worthengraut the Unnerving arrives at the palace as a representative of the northern countries to attend a banquet set for the Queen.

Franz infiltrates the banquet via the band Frogsong and attempts to assassinate the Queen-Empress, but Civan and his superior, Luth, protect her. Franz is taken to the dungeons while Kyson, Stubbs, and Calaria are leaving, Kyson having offered Zimon a second chance without the others' approval. Franz tells Civan that the Queen-Empress is working with Vizier Hal'amek and had his family killed, raising Civan's suspicions. This is confirmed later in the banquet, when the Queen-Empress announces an alliance with Osyllia, right before being kidnapped. The Queen-Empress's bodyguard, Talia, instates a full city lock-down.

Kyson, Stubbs, and Calaria stumble upon Imajin, grievously injured during his search for Giuseppe by a man with glowing red eyes. The fatal wound has not affected Imajin at all, however, and it is determined that he has been zombified, with no apparent cure. Civan arrives and relays to them news of Hal'amek's arrival; the group decides to make their way to Auberon through Barren, with Civan and Kyson trading places so that Kyson can continue his work with Zimon.

Chapter 2: Just a Monster

Lupus

Imajin cringed as his body forcefully tore apart, ready to transport through the atmosphere. His limbs felt like they were being bent in the opposite direction they were supposed to go, and his ears pounded with what sounded like a million voices speaking at once. His eyes felt as if someone's thumbs were pressing them into his skull as hard as they could, and in front of him he could see nothing but a swirl of light and colour as all laws of the Universe were discarded and magic merged all into one. Occasionally he could make out something he recognized; the spires of the palace in Osmirri blurred into the crunching gears of the Floating City he had only seen in books, which in turn blurred into the Lighthouse of Eijopi...

His stomach shifted as he suddenly felt himself falling. He closed his eyes, and then--

***

He regained consciousness sometime later, his mind taking a few seconds to remember what had happened.

If this is what mages go through every time they teleport, then...

Imajin opened his eyes and looked up. He was lying on a bed in the corner of a one roomed house. From the looks of it the owner wasn't rich; it was scarcely decorated with humble belongings, but it felt cosy. Across from him, on rugs laid out on the floor, laid Kyson, Stubbs and Calaria, fast asleep.

"Finally awake, are you dear?" a woman's voice said, surprising him.

He glanced over at her. She was a thin, aging woman standing at the sink with a plate in one hand and a tea towel in the other. She smiled at his look of confusion.

"Who are you? Where is this?" Imajin asked rapidly. "Where's Giuseppe?"

"My name is Maram. You're in my house. And if you mean the tall fellow, he went for a walk," she replied immediately.

Imajin swung his legs off the bed and stood up. A sharp pain flashed up his back and he groaned. "What happened?"

Maram shrugged and turned back to the sink. "I don't know, dear. You'd best ask that friend of yours when he gets back. He brought you here." She turned back. "Are you hungry?"

Imajin shook his head.

"You don't have to lie to me, dear. You've been out of it awhile. Have some food."

She glanced at Imajin knowingly. Imajin was half way through shaking his head again when his stomach rumbled loudly. Maram laughed. "Are you sure?"

"I guess I could eat something," Imajin conceded.

Maram nodded and walked over to a pot on her stove. She started spooning out soup from the pot into a bowl.

"So how long have I been 'out of it'?" Imajin asked, trying to make conversation.

"Well, you've been here all night, dear," she said, bringing the bowl over to the table. "Before that, I don't know. Your friend brought you here last night but you were off with the fairies then. Sit," she commanded, motioning to the seat at the table. "Eat."

Imajin nodded and sat down. He picked up the bent spoon and dipped it into to the soup.

Suddenly, the door of the small house opened and Giuseppe appeared. He took one look at Imajin and let out a sigh of relief. "Imajin."

"Giuseppe," Imajin replied curtly. Despite all the thief had done to get him and his friends out of trouble, he still didn't quite trust him, nor forgive him.

Giuseppe took his top hat off and tucked it under his arm as he entered the room. "You're okay. I was worried."

Imajin snorted. "I wasn't aware a teleport spell leaves you unconscious for half a day. It seems sort of inconvenient."

Giuseppe smiled lopsidedly. "Well, about that. I sort of... teleported you a few meters above the ground."

"Only a few?" Imajin retorted, rubbing the side of his torso where pain still lingered.

"It seems you were right about him, Giuseppe," another voice said, as a figure emerged from behind the thief. His clothing immediately told Imajin that he was some kind of foreign military leader, perhaps from up north. On his hips hung a sabre and a pistol. "Stubborn 'til the end."

Giuseppe entered the room and walked over to where the other three lay on the floor. "I just hope these three are okay too... Time to get up!" Giuseppe shook the three sleeping figures. The sleepy grumbling from the corner told Imajin that his other companions were fine.

Imajin turned his attention to the newcomer that had just entered. "And who is this?"

The man nodded his head in Imajin's direction. "My name is Civan. I work for the Queen-Empress. I'm on the annual peace keeping trip; you know how it is..."

Imajin looked suspiciously towards Giuseppe. "Why do you trust him? He could be anyone."

Giuseppe chuckled, but Civan answered for him. "We've met. It was a long time ago... and I wouldn't call us friends. In fact, back in those days I swore I would get his head some day..."

"That sounds familiar..." the slurred voice of Kyson came from the corner. Imajin nearly snarled.

Civan smiled. "Anyway, you should see the wanted pictures they've got of you guys. Pretty lifelike. I identified Giuseppe immediately."

"That can't be good for my career," Giuseppe sighed.

"Well, they've got some different name under your face, but I could tell it was you."

"How did you find him? I assume the Caliph has got men searching everywhere for us," Imajin asked.

"Ahh... it's all about being able to see the trails of a teleport spell. It's a handy ability."

"You can do that?"

"Well... no. But one of the men on my ship can. He saw the trails in the sky yesterday, and the Caliph told me you had escaped in a similar way. And because of the laws, you don't exactly have people teleporting every day in Eijopi. It's just a matter of putting two and two together." He glanced at Giuseppe. "Anyway, Giuseppe just finished telling me your story. No wonder the Caliph is looking for you."

"Of course he is," Imajin said. "But he won't find us for awhile hopefully. Where are we anyway?"

"Eijban."

Imajin nearly choked on his soup. "What?" Eijban was a small town directly to the east of Eijopi. That meant they weren't as far as he'd originally thought.

"Also my fault," Giuseppe said. "I never claimed to be a magician. I only did what I could."

"Jus' be glad we ain't down the neck of a volcano!" came Stubbs' voice from the corner. "We're still alive, ain't we?"

"You won't be for long if you don't get out of here," Civan replied. "Your likenesses are posted all over the city. And probably every other city on the continent by now, if the Vizier's persuasive abilities aren't exaggerated."

"And you?" Imajin asked. "Why haven't you reported us yet?"

"I was considering it before Giuseppe told me your story. That's why I came all this way after all. But my loyalty is to my home, not this place. I may speak with the Caliph from time to time but I don't like him."

"So what do we do?"

"We leave," Giuseppe said, matter-of-factly.

"We?"

Giuseppe sighed and looked at the floor. "I fear this gentleman thief may have bit off more than he can chew this time. They may not know my name but they know my face. But more importantly... more importantly..." He looked up at Imajin. "A man is his morals. I saw it, you did too. Whatever the Vizier is up to..." He trailed off.

"He's experimenting with magic," Kyson finally said. "Testing resistance. It's practically torture, he doesn't even care if they die. It can't be legal."

"So what now?" Calaria asked.

Civan frowned. "I don't pretend to be involved with this, but my crew and I are sailing north to Truvia before heading home. The Queen-Empress isn't the kind to listen to southern monarchs, so you'll be safe there for awhile."

"What do you get out of it?" Imajin asked.

"I never did like the Caliph... I don't really think the Queen-Empress does either. And," he added with a half-joking sigh, "anything that keeps Giuseppe alive long enough so he can pay back what he stole from me."

"Then we should leave now. We can think about what we're going to do next when we're out of the Vizier's reach."

Imajin got to his feet, his soup long since forgotten. He hurried out of the house, followed by the others.

"Your boat is docked in Eijopi?" Imajin asked Civan, looking towards the west.

"Yes. It's only a few miles west to the Eijopi walls. There's no real danger until then. Just try to keep your head down."

Giuseppe turned to the thin, aging woman who now stood in the doorway of her house. "Thank you Maram. I never steal from ladies but if I did..." Giuseppe flipped his top hat onto his head. "I'd make an exception for you."

Maram smiled.

"You might want to keep that top hat off, Giuseppe," Civan interrupted. "It's fairly nicely drawn on your wanted picture."

Giuseppe complied reluctantly.

Kinoko

Ifrit... why? How could he have found his cave?

Calaria couldn't help but think about what just happened. As Stubbs, Kyson, Imajin, Giuseppe and the newcomer, Civan trekked back to the Eijopi port, she used this time to think. She also knew that one day, she would see Ifrit in her dreams and he probably did see her at that courthouse. If he brings it up, she'd have to explain.

She felt for her rod in its hiding place. Good. It was still there. No one would be able to find it.

Her hand went up to her head, due to her having a headache from that rather shoddy, she might add, teleportation spell. Well, he wasn't a mage. She was used to them due to having traveled with her parents who used them quite a bit, but having a non-mage use one was quite... interesting. The others seemed to be reeling from the teleport spell, and she couldn't help but hide a smile.

But something bugged her. Why would Kyson let himself be taken by the Vizier? Did he know something about what was going on regarding the Vizier? Granted, she's done her own research on the Vizier while she spent her time in Eijopi... but what reason would Kyson have to get involved? Did the Vizier do something to him, too?

She knew. She knew that if Giuseppe hadn't used that teleport spell to get them out of there, she'd be dead. She knew what the Vizier did. She had a feeling that her parents were taken by him and he did what Kyson said he did to them... she'd have to ask Kyson if the Vizier mentioned anything he shouldn't have in his presence.

Calaria sighed. Her curiosity really did get her into trouble this time.

"Hey, Calaria!" Kyson called to her. "You're starting to slow down!"

Her thoughts broken, Calaria came back into the real world, finally noticing how far behind she was compared to the others. She made an effort to catch up.

Luiigii of the Pipes

From the rooftops a figure watched as a group of six people entered Eijopi, five of them wearing rather concealing robes. The sixth clearly wasn't from around here, and since he was headed for the port he likely wasn't planning to get further acquainted with the area.

They had waited until dusk to enter the city. With both merchants and consumers heading home before the embrace of night, the streets were thicker than one could think possible. No one paid attention to the group therefore, and it was a snap to reach the private dock Civan was using.

No one paid attention may have been the slightest of exaggerations, though...

Civan glared at his ship, though it was a fruitless gesture. His crew had all gone below for the night and the expression was utterly wasted on a vessel that could provide no excuse for his crew's idle manner. He sighed and made his way down the dock.

The rest started after him, but a purple object dropped out of the sky between them and Civan. It twirled a spear while still crouching from its landing, then embedded the point in the sea-worn planks. "Hello," Mog said, glancing up at them. "I'm afraid convicts aren't allowed beyond this point."

"Mog, listen..." Imajin began, but was cut short by the spear tearing free of the dock to point at him.

"Listening isn't in my nature, despite the outlandish size of my ears, kupo. You all have five seconds to lay down on the ground. And seriously, next time try to look a little less inconspicuous."

Civan was frozen with indecision. He could easily strike the moogle from behind and end this problem, but attacking a lawkeeper of Eijopi would have political ramifications beyond what he could imagine. And who were these people anyway, to put this question on him? Before he could decide the answer to that, Giuseppe nodded to him; he also understood the consequences Civan would face and that it would be in his best interest to just go wake up his crew and get ready. So he did.

Mog rolled his eyes. "Come on, kupo. You seem like good people under all that criminal element."

The group slipped out of their robes, save for Calaria who only pulled up her sleeves.

"Whatever..."

Mog blurred through the air, leaping and kicking Imajin directly in the chest to send him flying away. Stubbs lunged at Mog from the side and clubbed him over the head with his rifle, breaking it in half, but Mog shrugged it off and tripped the old man with his spear. He jabbed the pole end of the spear into Stubbs's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. He jumped onto Stubbs's chest, then ducked as Kyson went flying over him. Kyson spun in midflight and grabbed Mog by the lip of his helmet, dragging him along. As they hit the ground, Kyson's legs kept going and kicked Mog facedown into the ground.

Stubbs got to his feet wheezing and grabbed the pieces of his rifle from the ground, trying to jam them back together like poorly cut jigsaw pieces. Giuseppe ran to join him, pulling Civan's saber (which he had stolen as a joke), as Mog turned his predicament to his advantage by jumping from his position and bringing Kyson up with him. He threw Kyson at the peak of the jump toward the two men, who both jumped away (Stubbs accidently rolling off the dock), then came down on Giuseppe before he could react.

Calaria held up her hand toward Mog, but Imajin caught her arm on his way back into the fight. "We can't use magic here," he said. "They'll be watching for us." Calaria nodded, though disappointed that she wouldn't be able to help; satisfied all the same, Imajin ran to the water's edge to grab Stubbs. Calaria turned to head for the ship, but Mog leapt off of Giuseppe and landed in her path.

She was suddenly scooped up from behind by Kyson, who took a flying leap over Mog's head. Mog scoffed and jumped up to meet them, kicking Kyson away and sending Calaria flying to the ship. She cursed her luck and gritted her teeth for impact, but was caught by Civan before that moment could come. He set her down gently, then motioned for her to follow him to the crew's quarters.

Above, the battle continued...

Masamune

A shot rang out across the deck.

Everyone looked up in shock to see the shot's origin. Civan stoof from the deck of his ship, holding out his still smoking pistol. Mog who had only seconds ago been in the middle of warding off both Imajin and Giuseppe, reached behind himself and on to his back. Sure enough... there was a hole in his armor. Blood was already dripping out of the wound. Stubbs came up from behind and butted the moogle's head with the end of his rifle, knocking the Eijan defender out.

"Want me ter finish him?" Neezer asked.

"No. We'll leave him," Imajin said hesitantly. "It won't take long for the authorities to find him."

"Then let's get off," Civan bellowed. "The crew is ready to leave!"

Giuseppe, Kyson and Neezer made their way on to the boat. Before Imajin joined them, he stepped by the moogle and pulled a potion from his pack. He poured the contents of the potion on Mog's wound. With that, he quickly followed his companion on the boat. The ropes were released and the ship started drifting away from the port.

Stubbs rested his hands on the railing at the stern of the ship. "I reckon dat'll be da last I see of Eijopi."

Calaria nodded sadly. "I always wanted to climb the Lighthouse of Eijopi. I guess I never will now."

"And who do we have to thank for that?" Imajin snapped as he turned to Giuseppe. "We almost got killed several times, thanks to you!"

"Imajin..." Kyson warned softly. "This is not the time for this."

"No! I think it is!" Imajin continued undeterred, too enraged to listen to reason. "Everything I ever worked for. My life, my work, my dreams! Gone! Just so you could pad your little pocket!"

Civan unsheathed his sword. "I'll have none of this on my ship, Mr. Imajin."

Giuseppe put his hand on Civan's hilt and had him lower the sword. He turned to Imajin and for once, his smirk vanished. "I am fully aware that you hate me, but you ought to be grateful."

"Grateful!? To you!?" Imajin retorted incredulously. "What? For ruining everything?"

"Grateful for saving your life," Giuseppe continued calmly. "Lord Duvronne wanted to see you fall. Had I not taken the job, someone else would have. A someone who places no value on life. Had I not been the one who did it, she would have. And she would have succeeded and you would have been dead."

"I'm glad you're such a martyr," Imajin scoffed.

"You were not the only man in debt," Civan explained. "Lord Duvronne owed quite a sum of money and a lot more than just a safe-full of gold. He wanted your rovers and your gold, not just one or the other."

"Which is less than legal, of course," Giuseppe added. "But he was desperate. So when I offered a price far below my usual pay to steal your gold, he was more than willing to claim the rovers as well."

"So why help us, then?" Kyson asked. "Duvronne has his rovers and his gold."

"He went too far," Giuseppe replied simply. "I wasn't about to let an innocent get killed as a result of my work."

"You mean me," Calaria replied. "Only now we're all exiles of Eijopi... and likely Osmirii as well."

"When it's convenient, I can take you back to El Vida, Miss Negime," Civan offered.

Calaria nodded, but said nothing.

Imajin was still fuming. "I can't believe you all are buying this."

"It 'bout fits up wit' Duvronne's kinna business," Stubbs said. "He'd slit any throat to make a buck, 'specially if he's got people pushing down on him."

"Only one problem," Imajin replied. "The Duvronne Family is one of the richest in the Merchant Guild. They're practically a small country unto their selves in terms of how much they own! They're not someone you bully."

"And there's the problem," Civan replied. "There's been strange things in the air with the Merchant's Guild. Some sort of confederacy or syndicate. Whatever you want to call it, they're calling the shots. Nobody knows why they are though."

"Even the Thieves Guild may be involved," Giuseppe added. "Though not many of my cohorts would be smart enough to realize it."

"And what does this have to do the Vizier and the Caliph?" Kyson asked.

"Nothing. Everything. Who knows?" Civan replied with a shrug. "I just know the Queen Empress is extremely interested in finding out what all of this adds up to. I suspect she'd very much like to hear your story, Mr. Imajin."

"Well, what have I got to lose?" Imajin replied bitterly. "I've lost everything else."

"That's the spirit!" Giuseppe replied with a grin. "Why don't we head below and see about our quarters, eh?"

GORE-ILLA

The ship sailed calmly over the ocean waves without further incident. Late in the night Imajin found himself unable to sleep and began to roam the deck of the ship. Everything was at peace and quiet. Too peaceful and quiet. Imajin found that he missed the scorching air and wold have traded the clear ocean breeze for it. He saw the peace and quiet only as the calm before a storm that was likely to tear apart the remains of his life.

Imajin managed to shake off the morbid thoughts, but he still found himself unable to sleep. However, he eventually saw the sun rise over the horizon. And it illuminated the coastline of their destination. Imajin wasn't sure things would ever be as good as they used to be, but he did start to find some hope that things just might get better.

***

Truvia's port city of Grandia was a coin of two sides. The main area was, of course, the city. It appeared to be a peaceful area, filled with Chocobo-drawn carriages. However, past the outskirts of the city lay a forest teeming with wildlife. It was like two opposing nations, the city of man and the animal kingdom, set side-by-side.

A figure rushed through the forest, hoping from treetop to treetop before stopping atop a rocky hill. Though he acted in the manner of a beast, this person was a man with a name. The name of Lord Zimon Gorenicusto III, a name he had not used in years. Now his human identity was hidden behind unbelievable amounts of shaggy hair. His clothing was the skin of Umaro, a rare ape-like creature of the icy depths. A pair of giant axes hung loosely from his belt.

A flock of Chocobos were loitering about on the hill. Zimon gave a quick ringing of his bells to call the Chocobos into order. He immediately noticed a gap in their ranks. "Where is Bethany?" he demanded. One would think that after living in the wild for decades, Zimon would have forgotten the human tongue. Yet he preserved his vocabulary for all these years and used it whether speaking with man or animal.

The Chocobos immeidately began sniffing around at Zimon's order. Zimon soon picked up the scent of Bethany the Chocobo with his own nostrils. He ran off in pursuit, with the Chocobos following in his rear. He hastened his pace, as the scent of the Chocobo was mixed with the smell of freshly-spilled blood. Zimon soon ordered the Chocobos to stop; he surveyed from a tree branch as a flock of hunters moved on the ground. One held in his arms a dead Chocobo- Bethany. Zimon gritted his teeth in anger. But he also remembered that he had also gone on similar hunting expeditions in his younger days.

Zimon let out a feral cry. The hunters turned and looked up in terror - the same look of terror which Zimon remembered had once been frozen on his face. "The Beast-Man Gorenicusto!" the lead hunter shouted. "It can't be, h's an urban myth!" Zimon knew very well that his story was used to scare young children. One hunter, before he died, had sputtered out how his parents told him that if he wandered off into the forest at night would be taken by Gorenicusto, the nobleman who went insane and ran away to live with the beasts. Zimon smiled. He didn't want to leave these hunters disappointed. With a snap of his fingers, the flock of Chocobos descended and attacked the hunters with a fury never before shown by any other of its kind. Zimon waited a moment to take all of this in, then descended with his axes in hand to finish the leftovers.

The land of beasts won another victory against the land of men.

Lupus

The sun had just risen when the ship came gently to a stop amongst the Grand Port. Imajin watched sleeplessly from the bow as still-sleepy dock men and stevedores turned their attention from the other myriad of ships needing to be loaded and unloaded, and readied the newcomer's ropes securely. He frowned as he looked at their unfamiliar faces, doing familiar jobs he'd seen on the other side of the sea. They looked peaceful and quaint. Two words that would probably describe the whole city, and almost the polar opposite of Eijopi.

The port city of Grandia served its purpose perfectly. As a gateway between Eijopi and the entire country of Truvia, it had a mixed culture and many different people from all walks of life roamed its many streets. It was rich -- the surplus of trade would make any city so -- and many wealthy people found the mixture of sand, sea, forest, mountain and sun perfect to settle down amongst. Any other man would've jumped at the chance to live and work in such a place. Indeed, Imajin couldn't help admire the place. But it wasn't his home. He had nothing here.

Behind him, Stubbs, Calaria, Kyson, Giuseppe and Civan, as well as various crew members, made their way to the deck and off onto the pier. Besides Stubbs, he barely knew these people. And yet here they were, in the same situation, a situation they barely knew anything about. And yet, as he watched their faces, he realized they didn't show as much hesitation as he felt. Kyson looked relieved if anything, and he walked beside Calaria as they chatted and pointed out things. Calaria was from El Vida, one of the most beautiful getaway resorts in the world, and yet she still admired the scenery of this new place. Behind them, Stubbs, Giuseppe and Civan were involved in a conversation, but less concerned with the surroundings. Civan had probably seen this place many times, Stubbs, though raised mostly in Eijopi was born in Truvia at least had knowledge of the area's customs and scenery, and Giuseppe... well, he didn't know anything about Giuseppe. Except that he wouldn't mind to see him injured.

"Come on, Imajin!" called Giuseppe back to the boat. "You can't stand around moping all the day."

Imajin grunted and jumped off onto the pier to join them.

"So what are we doing next, then?" he asked as he reached them. "Go and look for jobs?"

"If you like," said Civan. "But I want to try and arrange a meeting between some of you and the Queen-Empress, remember. So, as soon as we can, we should head to the capital. If the Queen-Empress isn't there, at least there'll be her personal advisors who will know what to do."

"It'll be good to see the old capital again," said Giuseppe, happy at the arrangement. "Forgive me if I might leave you there, though. You could say I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Not only will I forgive you, I'll cheer you on," Imajin said bitterly, then sighed. "So, more travelling."

"I thought you would be used to it. Being a merchant and all," said Giuseppe.

"At least back in Osyllia I knew where I stood. I knew how things worked. I knew who people were."

Stubbs laughed. "Boss, light'n up wills yeh! This is Truvia! The place't gave birth ta me!"

"Let's get it over with, then."

Civan nodded. "I let my crew know where we're going and to wait for me. They have no problem hanging around in Grandia for a few days. No work and they're getting paid to do it."

The group made their way ahead to where Kyson and Calaria were watching several large steam powered machines shift cargo.

"Are we leaving yet?" asked Kyson as they arrived.

"Yes," Civan replied. "No point wasting time seeing the sights here. You can do that later."

Near the large archway that lead from the port into the busy city, a short man stood near a large carriage headed by two warking chocobos. Civan lead them over, and passed the man a few golden coins.

"Where to, folks?"

"Well, our destination is the capital."

The man laughed. "It'll cost you a bit more than this, sir, if you want to go that far."

"That's fine. Just take us to the opposite side of town."

The streets around the docks were particularly busy in the early morning, and the man sitting at the reigns had to shout angrily at people to get out of the way more than once, especially in the narrow side streets. It was an uneventful journey, passed mostly in silence, and nearly an hour later the crowd thinned out, the carriage stopped, and the group got out.

"It's a long walk to Battant, folks! Are you sure you won't pay up?"

Civan nodded. "I'm sure. We're talking the train."

The carriage man guffawed again. "The cargo train, eh? Well, good luck with that. I'll still be here for the next half hour if you come to your senses."

"What's wrong with the train?" Calaria asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Nothing," replied Civan. "It's just a local ghost story. A man dressed in animal hides who runs through the countryside and attacks hunters and farmers. A month ago the cargo train left Grandia and never arrived at Battant. They found it derailed and destroyed somewhere just before the forest pass. People blamed it on the so-called 'Beast Man' protesting the destruction of the animal's habitat for the track."

"And he doesn't really exist?"

"Well, it's definitely possible," he admitted. "But the train has taken thousands of trips. It's just as likely that it was an accident."

"Say what you will folks!" the carriage man interrupted. "It's your lives not mine."

Civan nodded. "Thanks for the trip anyway."

Ahead of them lay the exit arch that lead out to the countryside, and ultimately the large mountain that blocked the view of the sprawling capital city. And next to the exit lay the train station, easily identifiable by the clunking and hissing sounds that filled the air. Few people loitered around this place, save for labourers carrying cargo to load onto the train. Next to the train stood a menacing looking man who was shouting orders to the workers.

"When is this train leaving?" Civan asked him, managing to find a place between the shouts to catch the man's attention.

The conductor looked Civan up and down, his eyebrow raised. "Any minute now. We're just getting the last imports from Eijopi loaded."

"My friends here and I need to get to the capital. We're thinking about sitting in with the cargo."

The conductor smiled. "Not scared of the Beast Man, then?" He allowed himself a laugh. "But anyway, that's not allowed. This is cargo only."

"I'm sure the Queen-Empress would approve." Civan showed the conductor identification from his jacket pocket. The conductor nodded.

"Very well. Get on board now, we leave in two minutes." The conductor immediately turned and began to bark out orders again.

Civan jumped up into a half full storage carriage and motioned to the group behind him to follow. Besides Stubbs and Giuseppe, they looked more confused than ever. "There aren't any seats; this is a cargo train after all. But it's speedy and will get us to the capital faster than any Chocobo carriage would."

One by one they got into the carriage and found a place to sit against the walls amongst the crates and boxes. Two minutes later, and the train started to move, gathering speed as it left the city and began through the farm land just outside of it.

Calaria found herself staring back. Everything was moving too fast for her, someone who was definitely not used to it. They had just arrived at a city an hour ago and already they were off to the next. Oh well, she thought. I guess sight seeing isn't too much of a priority right now…

Across from her, his small frame almost hidden between two crates larger than him, Imajin sat moodily looking at his feet. Calaria tried to sympathize with him; she knew he had lost almost everything, at no fault of his own. But a nicer attitude surely wouldn't do any harm in such a situation.

In any case it was a long trip to the capital, and she was still tired from the previous few day's events. Calaria lay back against a sack of beads in the corner of the carriage, and closed her eyes.

She was woken later by the train's piercing whistle.

"What's going on?" Kyson asked, looking out the side panel of the carriage. Calaria could see the forest pass just ahead.

The train desperately tried to slow down, but it was too late.

Luiigii of the Pipes

Zimon smiled to himself as he watched the plight of the cargo train unfold. A blue dragon had swooped down from the sky and plucked the engine clean off the tracks, taking high into the sky. A moment later, the engine smashed against the earth and burst into flames. It was never easy to persuade a dragon to assist him, and the dragon usually got bored within seconds of doing so, but the payoff was always worth it. Zimon watched as three men desperately pulled themselves free of the flaming remains only to be picked off by the dragon and swallowed whole. With that, the dragon disappeared into the sky.

Zimon turned and walked to the cargo compartment to see what he could justify taking. Hopefully some medicine; one of the Chocobos had taken to limping despite a lack of sprains or broken bones. He shoved his massive fingers into the crack between the compartment door and its frame, grabbed hold, and ripped it off with one go and tossed it away. Six startled faces stared back at him.

That was unexpected.

He reached for his axes, prepared to make an example of these fools that would shut down this railroad once and for all. By the time he had gripped the handles mere milliseconds later, one of the men had scooped up a considerably large package and hurled it at Zimon. Zimon caught it, but was surprised to see a well-dressed man snap his fingers and throw an equally large item, despite his more diminuitive frame. This one hit Zimon hard and threw him onto his back. He rolled backwards onto his feet and, before any of them could move, shouted, "1000 Needles!" The fur of his Umaro pelt stood on end, each one seeming to duplicate itself and then fire that duplicate into the compartment. Another one of the men jumped to the front of the cart and took all of the needles upon himself, deflecting them with concealed armor.

Even more unexpected.

A fireball flew at him from the left, but Zimon sidestepped it; the lone female of the group had thrown it, and was already preparing another. Zimon started toward her first, but a bullet suddenly pierced the pelt he was wearing, getting caught just short of his skin. This came from an old man to the right with a gun, preparing his next shot. Next to him was a short man who was digging through the boxes frantically. Suddenly feeling very overwhelmed, Zimon grabbed his whistle and blew it. The two men who had thrown the boxes were coming toward him now, and the man who had absorbed his attack was drawing a sword from his side. Zimon turned and ran.

Unexpected? He hoped so.

They were all foolish enough to follow. Zimon kept going, grinning to himself as he ran into the forest and weaved past tree after tree. A whirling disc shot past his head and turned around right in front of him, then shot past the other side of his head. He stopped a moment and waited as a large tree branch dropped where he would have been had he continued running, then started up again.

Then he heard the rustling and, sighing with joy, turned to face the group of six. They had been moving toward him, but abruptly stopped as dozens of Chocobos zigzagged through the trees, striking them at every pass. They staggered onward, trying to get past the barrage, but one by one they fell. The last of the six, the man who had survived the 1000 Needles, crawled his way to Zimon's feet and stared up into his face. Said face seemed to flash for a second with recognition, then blanked as he too passed out.

The Chocobos promptly halted their stampede and turned as one to face Zimon. He stepped over to each body and checked the pulses, one by one. Each was still alive. He pondered for a second if he should just kill them outright, but then chose against it. Had it not been for his Chocobos, these people could have taken him. That alone intrigued the former lord to consider that man could defeat animal.

"We'll take them home," he said to the Chocobos. "Perhaps throw them a banquet. If things don't go well, then they'll be the main course." He stopped and pondered, fighting back his primal instincts to allow some human cunning into his musings. "But hostage situations are so much more interesting." He pointed to the smaller man who had lifted a box; that kind of proportional strength could be dangerous when he woke up. "I want one of you to take that man to Battant. I'll leave a note in his pocket telling the Queen-Empress to cease use of this track, or these five, including..." He reached into the pocket of the man who had fallen at his feet and pulled out a card, "Civan Farfarel, will be executed at sundown." He clapped his hands, urging the Chocobos into action.

Kinoko

A voice found its way into Calaria's mind.

"Wake up!' it cried. The voice sounded familiar to her... She opened her "eyes", realizing that she was in the world in which she can commune with the Djinni.

"I... I'm here," Calaria murmured, rubbing her head. All she remembered last was being run over by a horde of Chocobos. She looked around. Two Djinni were here: Chocobo and Ifrit. She knew exactly what Ifrit wanted. But she didn't know why Chocobo was here.

"Miss Calaria," Ifrit greeted. "I need to ask you a question."

"Go ahead," Calaria replied.

"I saw you in that courtroom where I found Jacob Duvronne, who stole my gold. However, he insisted that he didn't do it. Why were you in that courtroom?" Ifrit asked.

"Things got a little complicated, dear Ifrit," Calaria answered. "I ended up in a bit of a situation where I had to use my magic, otherwise I would not have survived. My skill with the rapier only goes so far, and that monstrous travesty needed to be stopped. That ended up breaking one of the Eijopian laws, and I was to stand trial." Calaria clearly did not want to tell the Djinni what her real fate might have been. "Someone else really stole your gold in order for you to cause a distraction, so the people I was with and I could escape."

Ifrit looked hurt. "Why didn't you summon me? Surely I would have come to your aid!"

"...in front of all those people?" Calaria asked. "In a land where magic is forbidden? I would be jailed for life, Ifrit. That was actually the best way to bring you there, now that I think about it. Thank you for coming to my aid, even if it was indirectly." She bowed to him.

Ifrit bowed back. "Thank you, Miss Calaria. Please ask for my assistance when you need it." With that, Ifrit vanished, having gone back to his world.

Calaria turned to the Chocobo. "What brings you here?"

"Well," Chocobo said simply, "I can be of aid to you."

"How so?" Calaria asked. Maybe to her current situation?

"I've been hearing your internal voice saying 'Chocobos' a while ago," Chocobo answered. "I thought you were summoning me, but I never got that chance. But I was brought here, only to see you appear on the ground. What's going on out there?"

"Oh," Calaria murmured. Then in a louder voice, she said, "My friends and I were run over by a horde of Chocobos, led by this man in a fur skin. That must've been what triggered it." Calaria thought for a moment. This gave her an idea. "Chocobo... If I get the chance, I'm going to summon you. But not anywhere near me--you'll appear in a place quite close, and I need you to join that horde of Chocobos this man's got. Get any information you can. If they listen to him that well, then there might be a chance you'll be discovered if he sees you. Be careful. I'll summon you when I get the chance."

Chocobo nodded and disappeared. It was time to make her return to reality.

---

Calaria came to, but she kept her eyes closed. She felt herself bobbing, most likely she was on top of these chocobos. She had to be careful. She had never done an internalized summoning before, but now was the time. She focused on what she did when she summoned, but kept it all inside. She internalized Chocobo, and released it. Hopefully it worked, and hopefully it wasn't detected. Her energy spent, she fell back into unconsciousness.

---

Zimon, his herd of Chocobos, and the people he captured finally reached their destination: A cave blocked by a big rock, which only he could move. Beyond that cave was his haven, his home.

Fred_Of_The_Bed

Chocobo the chocobo substantiated into reality and shook out its head. The transportation between dimensions was rarely a pleasant one, and this was no exception-Chocobo checked that his beak and feathers were in the right places, preened itself, and then set off to work-or would have, had it not thought of something, first.

Gee, Chocobo isn't the most creative of names, is it? How's about Hobooco? That's... better, at least. Now, to blend in.

Hobooco waddled towards the smell of Chocobo. Being the chocobo djinn, he thought it wouldn't be too hard for him to fit in with the creatures he was the spiritual representation of. He thought the hard part would be to convince them to not give the game away to their master immediately.

He was, of course, dead wrong. As he entered a large grove where the thirty or so chocobo resided, the chocobos welcomed the polite spirit with open arms as a fellow chocobo, but he quickly realized that he was not only half their size, but that they were particularly bloodthirsty-between bout of yelling "crush humanity, wark!", and "feasting on prisoner tonight!", small scuffles and even brawls broke out between the savage lot. It was pretty obvious to Hobooco that food had not always been particularly easy for these Chocobos to find.

A particularly huge chocobo with reddish-orange and yellow plumage approached Hobooco. It spoke. "You there, pipsqueak! What's your name, WARK?!" As it shrieked, the ground and trees nearby rumbled. Hobocco simply replied "My name is Hobocco. I'm a chocobo who used to be a pet of some abusive fatcat, but escaped quite recently, and followed the rumors to find this place, wark! I'm looking to know what to do to strike against the humans next, wark!"

The enormous chocobo boomed in laughter as if Hobooco was a child talking to a violent revolutionary. "Fwa har bwahr har! Listen, tiny, I'm Bohocorro, and what I say goes around here. You're either very stupid, or gutsy, or both, but either way I like you. All you have to do is wait right now-the boss man is gonna get them steam trains shut down, WARK! (rumble) We got prisoners, and the fat lady on the seat is gonna throw a fit over it. We ain't givin' em back unless the train is de-railed too, wark!"

On the other side of the cave, the unconscious Calaria was taking in the information. Nearby, Imajin was the first to awaken, and might have fallen off the chocobo if he wasn't hogtied to it. Checking to see if anyone had weapons, he noticed they'd all been removed. Zimon, the brute that he was, grunted loudly as he tied a yoke to his back, got down on his hands and feet, and pulled. The boulder shifted and rolled off of its embedded position - it moved downhill, but it was easier to move it back up and into the rut than out of it.

Zimon untied the ropes, and realized that Imajin was already awake. He considered that he'd need to wait for the rest of the diverse crew to awaken, and decided to use this opportunity to speak with Imajin to pass the time. Having fought the crew, he was quite impressed, and was itching to talk to his worthy opponents.

"...and another thing! Just what are you doing taking random people hostage? If it was just us, you'd be fine, but now that you've taken Civan and sent Giuseppe away, the Queen's going to bring hell down on this anthill! What were you THINKING?!" Forty seconds after unbinding Imajin's mouth, Zimon could consider the itch QUITE scratched. "Enough!", he boomed, as the last of the group awakened and noticed they were entirely unarmed. "You're going to have to go it by foot-there are a number of booby traps in this cave, and you must follow my directions exactly to get inside, alive. And you are going inside."

Everyone looked at each other incredulously. Neezer grinned to himself and whispered to Imajin: "No weapons, but 'e was kind 'nuff to leave some traps for us t'play with... It'll be lik' takin' candy frum' a baby, that's wot!"

Imajin gulped, wishing he could reciprocate his companion's optimism on the matter, but failed to, miserably.

Luiigii of the Pipes

"Traps to play with?" Zimon said, turning to Stubbs. "You're first, then."

Stubbs nodded, unconcerned that he had been overheard or at his new fate. He was an expert at detecting how things worked, and, despite the fact that he rarely chanced upon them in his former line of work, that would include traps. A rope stretched across the ceiling probably released a swinging mace or an axe when one end of it was disturbed by a wayward footstep; a discolored stone in the floor could be the trigger to that rope or its own set of problems, such as a bed of spikes. Of course, this apeish man would be too unsophisticated to have any good traps, and it would be easy to trick him into one.

"Why don't you let me go first?" Kyson said, raising his hand for attention.

Stubbs hissed at him. "Pipe down, yeh shrackin' idjit!"

"What difference would it make if you went first?" Zimon asked.

"I can make a deal with you. If I get through without triggering any of your traps, then you can respect us enough to stop using us as hostages."

"Hell, I could do it," Stubbs grunted.

"You're a mechanic, Neezer. It's hardly fair."

Zimon nodded. "Fine. Have at it."

Kyson turned and stepped into the cave. A few steps in, it stopped abruptly; a pair of tunnels went off to the left and the right at such an angle that very little light went with them. Kyson paused, eliciting a grin from Zimon. Then Kyson walked through the wall in front of him, and Zimon swore.

"Another fake wall?" Imajin asked, recalling the one that led to Hal'amek's lair.

"It's probably Blue Magic," Calaria replied. "How can we tell when he's reached the end?"

"He already has... No one's supposed to know that the wall is an illusion. The other paths would have led to my inner room, so I hardly think this was fair. Have fun with the Chocobos." Zimon grabbed his axes and lunged toward the wall. Before he could get through, Civan came at him from the side and knocked him down the left tunnel.

Imajin, Stubbs, and Calaria started after, but no sooner did they than the myriad calls of, "Wark!" filled the air and a pair of Chocobos darted out of the forest. Seeing them unarmed, the larger of the two eagerly rushed forward. The smaller one abruptly ran in front of it and crowed loudly. It continued to crow at the big one, then twisted its neck abruptly to face Calaria. She nodded slightly... and it kicked her in the chest, sending her flying into the cave wall. Imajin and Stubbs rushed the small one, but the bigger one leapt over it and kicked them both away.

Civan, meanwhile, had the tables turned on him as he constantly dodged away from Zimon's axes. His armor had been dinged in a few spots and he had a grazing cut on his unprotected forearm, but otherwise he was doing a fair job. Unfortunately, Zimon was forcing him further down the tunnel and away from his associates, no doubt into a trap at this rate. That wouldn't do, so Civan turned and ran headlong down the tunnel; at least now he would be able to see the traps.

The snap of a trigger sounded, but Civan kept running. It turned out be the right thing to do, since a log dropped from the ceiling where he would have been at a more leisurely pace. Zimon, unarmored as he was, was forced to stop however. Civan kept going, some crude arrows shooting toward him at one point, then two more logs, and finally a wooden door set into the stone wall. He kicked it open without thinking (fortunate, since the handle was coated with poison) and ran into the inner sanctum.

It was as simple as one would expect from a cave. A straw-filled mat sat in one corner, carefully placed away from the fire pit in the other corner. Some trinkets lined a poorly built shelf along one wall, which confirmed Civan's suspicions about the man's identity, at least. On the other wall were an extra set of axes, and next to those was Kyson, holding the skeletal remains of an arm.

"I thought he was going to let us go," Kyson said, still staring at the bones in his hand; they seemed to be held in shape by twine.

"You made him angry when you figured out his trick. Hand me an axe."

Kyson set the arm aside and grabbed one of the weapons. "Do you know who he is?"

"Lord Zimon Gorenicusto the Third. When I first became a soldier, I was assigned to his contingent. Somewhat pleasant to work for. Then on one of my days off, there was some kind of incident on a hunting trip of his. We never saw him again. The legends about beastman Gorenicusto started popping up, but we just assumed it was coincidence that he disappeared and this creature appeared at the same time." Civan took the axe and hefted it. "Whatever he is now, though, his life isn't worth ours. If he can turn a pack of Chocobos bloodthirsty, he's not the man any of us knew. Just a monster."

GORE-ILLA

"Monster?" Kyson and Civan spun around as they saw Zimon enter. "No, I am no monster. I am an animal!"

"You're crazy," spat Kyson.

"You look familiar. Have we met before?"

Kyson glared. "I travelled alot in my youth," was all he said, and he glanced towards the skeletal arm.

"Hmph. It matters not," said Zimon. "You have proven yourself to have the instincts of your animal ancestors, so you have two options. One, I kill you all. Two, you join my animal tribe. Forever." After a few moments, he added, "Your friends can join, too... assuming the Chocobos haven't already ripped their bodies apart."

Kyson and Civan remained silent.

"Fine then. Let me tell you a bit about myself- and how I came to discover myself. They would have you think I'm some insane savage. Heh heh. You see, it started decades ago in my teenage years. I was on a hunting trip with the sons of my father's associates. We stuck to the trail as usual and only attacked Chocobos. But then one of us got a fancy idea... to wander off from the trial over to the frozen cave where the monster was seen. We thought we owned the island. But we were brats, spoiled after being spoonfed money and compliments all our lives. It's sickening to even remember those days.

But I digress. My companions brought me to the cave. I found myself overwhelmed by fear and sobbing. So the others taunted me and left me at the cave's entrace while they proceeded further on. Soon I heard roars. I heard screams. I heard flesh being ripped apart. I felt so vulnerable. I was chubby, weak, all I had to protect me was money, and some low-level blue magic. I ran off, weeping into the forest, not just because I feared the most but because I felt so vulnerable. I was a human in the world of animals... and I realized that I was the weaker specimen.

I decided to perfect myself, to become like the animals- cold, brutal, tearing anything apart just to satisfy my hunger. That's when I met the Chocobos. They took me in and let me travel with them. In time I surpassed them in prowess and was able to command them. Then I trained them in turn, to become my very own army and unleash their full animal potentials. I saw the potential in the animal kingdom. The mind, the will of the animal is so much more powerful than mankind. But man still used this animal world as a dumping group, as a place to sap resources from! I could not stand it anymore.

First I decided to give myself one final test to see how I had improved my animal self. I returned to that cave, and I attacked the Umaro. As you can see," he patted the Umaro skin on his back as he said this, "I passed that test. I have no ape-men for you to fight; but I will teach you to fight society, to fight man's reign, to let nature and alll her creatures to prevail!"

"Now, my fellow animals... What say you?" said Gorenicutso as he polished the head of his axe.

Luiigii of the Pipes

Imajin, Stubbs, and Calaria were tied to posts at the far end of the grove where the Chocobos had gathered. Since they had awoke, Calaria had tried her best to explain how she knew the one Chocobo while at the same time not coming out and saying she was a Summoner; after Kyson had relayed to them the Vizier's interest in Summoners, she had become protective of the secret, even before her newfound friends. The issue was complicated by the fact that she seemed able to understand the birds (as the djinn sent a mental translation to her), so she had hastily put together a story about having learned the Chocobo language in Mage School. Neither men bought it, but neither pressed the issue either.

The Chocobos had brought out some sort of large vat full of a smelly brown liquid. Stubbs identified it immediately as some sort of liquor and eyed the vat forlornly. Imajin wondered at how creatures without opposable thumbs, or even hands, could carry the vat. But then, that also begged the question of how the creatures had managed to tie him up... "A sense of organization and a penchant for alcohol? They seem to pick up more of the ape-man's traits than he does of theirs," he mused to Calaria, knowing that Stubbs wouldn't care much for a theological analysis.

"That can't be a good thing," Calaria replied, squinting at the effort of following two conversations at once. "In my experience, humanity and innocence never go together. I'm sure you've noticed the same?"

Imajin nodded. He had tried to run a fair business his entire life, but there was always someone else who didn't. And admittedly, he may have sold one or two pieces of Fool's Gil in his time...

The Chocobos slurped at the liquor, becoming noticeably more aggressive with each gulp; they began to push each other out of the way and bite each other just for the fun of it. The small yellow Chocobo that Calaria had identified as her friend was the only one not participating, as he instead watched the large orangish one.

"The big one, Bohocorro," he sent to Calaria, "he keeps mumbling Zimon Zimon Zimon Zimon Zimon... I don't know if he's cursing or what. Hang on..."

Chocobo stepped over to Bohocorro and clucked for his attention. "What does Zimon mean?"

Bohocorro spun and knocked Chocobo off his feet with a strike of his wing. "You stupid, Hobooco? Zimon's da boss-man. The stupid, dirty ape... Thinks he's... thinks he's controlling us! Ha! We're controlling him! And one'a these days..." He snapped his beak shut over an imaginary Zimon and chewed slowly.

Chocobo stood up and shook the dust from his down. "That's insane. Why would you even consider that?"

Bohocorro stood confused for a moment, then stumbled over to Chocobo and leaned on him conspiratorially. "Y'know what, Hobooco? Yer *hic* 'xactly left. Err, right. It is insane... to wait." He pushed himself off Chocobo and staggered over and into the vat of liquor, causing a clamor from the others.

Chocobo started after him, trying to explain that that wasn't what he meant, but several other Chocobos shoved past him and jumped into the vat. Bohocorro rushed them and kicked them back out, then let out a thunderous cry that paralyzed everything in the grove--barring himself, of course.

"Gentulbirds," he squawked. "Mmm thinkin' s'bout time we... uh... we..."

As Bohocorro tried to remember, Chocobo shook himself and crept over to Calaria. He glanced over at the other two humans, then back at the Chocobos, and spoke up in perfect El Vidan, "Zimon is the man who kidnapped you. But it sounds like the Chocobos are preparing to kill him."

Calaria gasped, while Imajin and Stubbs stared at the bird. "That's terrible!"

"Why?" Stubbs grunted, turning his attention. It was easier than trying to decide why the bird had talked. "Feller's been a right bastard to us since the moment we saw 'im.”

“Imagine if you built a whole bunch of machines and then they tried to kill you.”

“Machines can’t move by themselves.”

“Shut up!” Chocobo hissed. Bohocorro had gathered his thoughts about Zimon and was now finishing a speech that had gotten his brethren’s attention. It was punctuated by a whistle—the same one Zimon used to summon them.

“So next time ol’ Zimon comes ‘round here…we shows him what’s boss!” The Chocobos whooped and cheered, spurred on by their inebriated minds. “And let’s start by eatin’ the hostages!”

More cheers. Chocobo cursed and started gnawing at Calaria’s binds. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Sounds like bourbon-battered human is on the menu tonight…”

***

Zimon gave a short whistle in the direction of the grove, then turned around and lunged to his left, dodging an axe blade. Kyson leapt from a tree that the animal had fallen near and onto the ape-man’s back, attempting to crush his spine. Fortunately for Zimon, the Umaro’s thick pelt absorbed most of the impact. And as large of a man as Kyson was, Zimon was larger still… He reached back and grabbed Kyson’s ankles, then tripped the monk and brought his feet up into the falling figure’s back, returning the favor.

Zimon stood up, then ducked again as Civan hefted the stolen axe and threw it at him. Zimon picked it up where it had landed and threw it back to the knight, who fell backwards from the weight. Zimon chuckled; this was almost fun.

Naturally, the duo had refused his invitation and now Zimon was doling out their reward. They had been doing a much better job of it, however; it had taken considerable effort just to get out of the cave and back into the forest, where he had room to maneuver. It had helped, but not by much.

These two were different from the usual human scum that he killed. Those had been hunters, predators who were so sure of their position at the top of the food chain that they forgot that not all animals kill for food. These two had been captured. They were the prey, fighting not to take a life, but to save their own. It was a cruel irony that Zimon had ended up in the exact same role he had tried to abandon all those years ago…

A cruel irony that went unnoticed in the heat of battle, though. Zimon took a moment to whistle again as Kyson and Civan got back to their feet. He cursed the Chocobos when he received no response. Damn things were probably drunk again… He drew his twin axes and hacked his way through the forest, hoping to reach the grove before the other two caught up.

He did accomplish this goal, but what he saw there caused him to freeze in his steps. Kyson and Civan, unprepared, all but tripped over themselves to stop as well and fell past Zimon. At the opposite end of the grove, Chocobo was fighting off the others, who had become desperate to get to their meal.

“Stop!” Chocobo shouted (further addling Zimon’s mind). “I’m a god! I’m your god!” Chocobo had no trouble fending off his more mortal kin, but there were a lot of them and he was beginning to wear down. Bohocorro was sitting back and watching, and Chocobo knew exactly what that meant. As soon as he let his guard down…

As perplexed as he was, all Zimon could think to do was whistle. The Chocobos stopped and turned to face him, all staring blankly. Zimon tensed, not having seen this sort of behavior before. Finally, the big red-orange one crowed and ran over to him. The beastmaster relaxed… until the Chocobo’s foot connected with his chest, knocking him onto his back.

Bohocorro screeched and took a flying leap toward Zimon, landing with his legs on either side of the man. He bent down and bit at the pelt surrounding him, trying to tear through it.

Zimon cried out. He reached up and grabbed the bird by the neck to strangle him, but Bohocorro was unphased as he madly pecked away. Zimon struggled, but a feeling of dread was building up inside him. He could hear his friends’ cries from long ago, hear the Umaro’s bloodcurdling roar and the gnashing of its teeth. Sweat matted the fur of the Umaro’s pelt as Zimon’s mind filled with panic. He realized a little too late that he still had a lot of things to learn about the animal world…

A foot swung itself into Bohocorro’s stomach, knocking him away from Zimon. The bird screeched and pushed itself upward, then stared down its one-armed assailant.

Civan jumped up behind Kyson and grabbed his arm. “What are you doing? He’s been trying to kill us for the last hour.”

“Then we’ve been trying to kill him for about the same amount of time.” Kyson shook his arm free and offered it to Zimon, who peered at it from behind his own hands. “At least we have something in common.” Hesitation fading, Zimon took the hand and stood.

Bohocorro let out a thunderous cry, only understood by his fellow Chocobos. “Humans! Die!”

Yami

A translation was unnecessary as everyone perfectly understood Bohocorro’s indecipherable warking from the ensuing encirclement of thirty-some chocobos and the thunderous stampede of sixty-some talons.

“I hope you don’t mind having your old friends’ innards splattered all over your axe,” muttered Civan picking up one of Zimon’s dropped axes, “And ourselves.”

Kyson shifted his gaze back and forth between Civan’s axe and the chocobos’ beaks. Kyson wondered if Zimon built his axes using the beaks of these ferocious birds. Even if they put up the dirtiest fight they possibly could, would they win?

“Is there any way to stop them without killing them?” Kyson asked Zimon hoping they wouldn’t have to resort to such a grisly option.

“I don’t know!” cried Zimon. “They’ve…they’ve never acted like this before!”

There is another way, thought Kyson staring at his left shoulder. It would certainly guarantee the stopping of the stampede; but what about the safety of Civan and Zimon?

And himself?

Kyson closed his eyes. The numerous thoughts buzzing and bouncing around inside his head drowned out the sounds of the stampede.

Then all was drowned out by the faint melody of a lute.

The lovely notes of a lullaby.

Kyson recalled a few accounts from his fellow monks about close brushes with the Reaper—vivid flashbacks, tunnels of light, out-of-body experiences. He couldn’t remember them saying anything about music, though.

Perhaps death is more imminent for me.

Perhaps they all heard it when the Reaper finally got to them shortly thereafter.

He’s not going to get me, though.

Not today at least.

“What’s going on?” It was Civan’s voice. “Kyson! Zimon!”

Kyson opened his eyes and was momentarily blinded by a bright light (confirmed to be the sun a second later).

The chocobos had stopped.

“What happened?” asked Kyson.

“This song started playing from nowhere and the Chocobos simply stopped in their tracks!” said Civan. “It’s like someone cast a Stop spell or something!”

I guess I was wrong.

“They’re still moving, though.”

“You know what I mean! Anyway, the blood lust they had moments ago is gone and that’s all that matters really.”

“Excuse me,” said a soft male voice from outside the circle. “Your leader would like to make his way to the center here.”

The chocobos parted like sheep for a shepherd and Bohocorro entered with a young bard on his back.

“What! I’m the only person who’s ridden Bohocorro!” shouted Zimon. “Who are you?”

“Oh, my apologies,” said the bard and he dismounted. “My name is Franz. What are you guys doing all the way out here?”

“We’re headed for Battant,” said Civan as if this was none of the stranger’s business. “Why?”

“Trying to make it to the capital in record time, too?” Franz chuckled. “The main road is clogged with carriages since the queen empress is returning tomorrow so I decided to cut through the forest. I didn’t think I would have to worry about chocobos of all things!”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” asked Civan.

“Oh, my father,” said Franz. “He’s been rather ill and as of late his condition has taken a turn for the worst. I wanted to see him before tomorrow when I perform at the empress’s party.”

“I see,” said Civan. “I assume it was you who played the song earlier?”

“Yes, the Chocobos’ Lullaby,” said Franz. “I live on a Chocobo Ranch so I play it whenever the chocobos get a little out of control but its soft notes soothe the souls of all wild animals.”

“Kyson! Civan!”

Imajin, Stubbs, and Calaria ran up.

“You’re safe!”

“What happened?” asked Imajin. “And who’s the stranger?”

“That’s Franz, he’s headed for the capital, too,” said Civan; then to Franz, “Thanks for saving us earlier. You can travel with us if you’d like.”

“Oh, that would be nice,” said Franz. “Thank you.”

“Wher’s my rifle?!” barked Stubbs; then pointing at Zimon, “An’ why haven’t you killed this bastard yet?”

“We’re allies for the time being,” said Civan winking at Imajin. “In fact we have something to return to him.”

At Civan’s words, Imajin jumped from behind Zimon and bounded his arms with his own rope. Zimon attempted to land a kick but Imajin grabbed his foot and pulled him to the ground.

“You’re under arrest for the derailing of several trains and the murders of several lives,” said Civan.

“Amazing, Imajin! How did you do that so quickly?”

“Eh, it’s not impressive considering the amount of knots I’ve tied my whole life.”

“WHER’ DID YA PUT MY DAMN RIFLE?!”

“Oh, I saw a pile of weapons lying back there,” said Franz. “It was a rather silly place to hide weapons, though.”

“There's no way I was carrying those things all the way to my cave,” muttered Zimon. “They would've never gotten them anyway trapped inside of my ca—”

Zimon glanced at the everyone's else faces and knew it was a good time to shut up.

“OK, after we go back and get our weapons,” said Imajin, “Where do we go from there?”

“If we walk due north,” said Civan, “We’ll make it to the capital by tomorrow night.”

Franz hopped onto a chocobo.

“By chocobo, we'll make it by morning.”

Lupus

For the rest of the day they travelled, eventually leaving the forest for the great fields of Truvia. What was half a day's trip via train was now looking to be much longer, and they rode along on their chocobos sticking close to the railroad at the very likely possibility that Battant had sent scouts to see what was delaying the train. The sun began to falter for the day just as they reached the edge of the mountains. Fortunately, their new travelling companion Franz assured them that his song would keep the chocobos' strength up until they reached the capital, and their burly builds were just enough to comfortably sleep on, so the idea of stopping to set up a makeshift camp was discarded. Franz elected himself to stay awake, just in case the chocobos began to snap out of it and he had to subdue them again or Zimon risked a pitiful attempt at escape. But Imajin, suspicious as always and used to abstaining from sleep for long periods of time on his many desert crosses, declared that he, too, would stay awake.

By early morning they had nearly circled around the mountain that hid the capital from the south, and travelled by the border villages and farm settlements. In the distance they could see the beautiful sprawling city of Battant, cosily built into the cradle of the mountains. The ones in the group who had never seen or heard of the sight were awestruck; the palace of the Queen looked immense even from such a distance. It was perched atop a waterfall at the far end of the city, where it overlooked the rest of the capital with an air of authoritative elegance.

"We should reach the city in a few hours," Civan said. Even he, who had seen the sight many times before, couldn't help feel the grandness of the spectacle. Not to mention the relief of finally being in civilized territory again.

The closer they got to the capital the thicker the traffic of comers and goers to the city increased. By the time they reached the grand gate leading into the city, the air was thick with business and conversation.

Truvia was well known for being peaceful and innocuous, and Battant even more so. As such, the capital had strict laws on weapon possession, and while the penalties for breaking these laws weren't as harsh as they were back in Eijopi, they were enforced well enough that it was highly unlikely one would be a victim of crime within the city's walls. The countless gates into the city alone were manned with highly trained soldiers who made sure all visitors were free of contraband goods and unlicensed weapons. Not even the cleverest of smugglers could get by them, and the citizens of the city justly felt very safe and secure in their homes.

As the group's flock of chocobos passed through the main gate of the city, a pair of the soldiers stepped out.

"Welcome to Battant, home of the Queen of Truvia," one of the soldiers said, as he probably did several hundred times a day.

"We're welcomed to be here," replied Kyson.

"What are you visiting for? Any weapons on you?"

Civan nodded. "Plenty. But they're licensed."

The soldier was busy studying at the ragtag group. He particularly found Zimon of interest, raising one of his eyebrows at the strange clothes he was draped in. Zimon snarled in response. "Oh? Got your licenses on you by any chance?"

The other soldier tapped his partner on the shoulder. "It's fine, Will. I know this guy, he works for the Queen."

The man called Will looked back at Civan, giving him a quick look up and down. "Very well. Go on through."

He motioned to move onto the next group of people waiting to enter the city, but Kyson quickly stopped him. "Yes?"

"Did you happen to see a man on a chocobo enter here?" Kyson asked, instantly realizing how stupid that sounded. "Er... perhaps, unconscious with a note attached to him?"

"'Fraid not," was the reply. "That'd be something we'd probably remember."

Kyson turned to the others. "He could've come in from a different gate. He's probably fine."

"Or dead," Imajin suggested.

Zimon sighed. "He's not dead."

"And why would we believe you?"

"Can it Imajin!" interrupted Stubbs. "Theh's no point gettin' into an argument 'bout this righ' now."

"Now's a good a time as any."

"Stop fighting," Calaria said, but she was ignored.

"I'm getting sick of this. There seems to be a real lack of security as a group. Why would we trust the very same man who tried to kill us? He knows he's on his way to a dungeon somewhere, he'd say anything to get a lighter sentence. Trusting his word is lunacy, almost as insane as talking about this in front of a complete stranger."

Imajin nodded at Franz, who backed away. "Leave me out of this."

"I didn't know you cared so much for the wellbeing of Giuseppe, Imajin," said Kyson.

"Whether the person in question is my worst enemy or best friend doesn't make a lick of difference right now. It's the principles of the matter, and trusting the word of an attempted murderer is outside of mine."

Kyson reluctantly nodded. He had to concede that Imajin had somewhat of a point. "Zimon! You were telling the truth right?"

"Of course I was. I didn't kill your bloody friend!" Zimon spat, making use of the situation with another feeble attempt to break the binds on his hands.

"Who's the prisoner?" the guard called Will asked, thumbing Zimon. He'd been listening closely.

"The man who derailed the train yesterday," Civan said.

Will looked shocked, suddenly losing his relaxed demeanour. "So it was attacked. You should've heard the commotion; they sent out scouts late last night to investigate." He gave Zimon a sour look. "At least we can be assured it won't happen again."

"Indeed," said Civan. "By the way, we won't need these chocobos anymore. Is there any place we can put them?"

"Don't hurt them!" Zimon cried, seemingly forgetting that these were the very same birds that had turned on him the day before.

"Cool it," Will said, then called over a man just inside the gates.

The group dismounted their chocobos (Zimon only after a bit of a struggle) and the man took them away.

"There's no point trying to escape, but I suppose you know that, my Lord," said Civan. But he kept his hand on his sabre's hilt just in case.

The group entered calmly into the city, into the massive entrance plaza that was exceptionally busy in the early hours of the morning.

Franz stopped ahead of the group, turned, and bowed courteously. "Well, I'm off to see my father now. Thank you for the companionship and for not judging me too harshly for bending the rules a little. Perhaps, we'll meet again?"

He looked particularly at Calaria as he spoke, who said nothing.

"Perhaps we will," replied Kyson. "Goodbye, Franz."

Franz bowed again and headed off into the crowd.

"You can relax now, you're safe," said Civan. "I'm heading up to the palace to arrange a meeting with the Queen. If you take the street behind you for about ten minutes you'll come to a very nice inn on your left called the Ahriman's Rest. If all goes well I'll come and get you tomorrow morning, so don't wander too far." Civan pulled a few large gold coins from his pocket and handed them to Kyson.

"An inn eh? Pretty good treatment for a prisoner," Zimon said.

"You're coming with me," corrected Civan.

Zimon nodded, having conceded his fate. "Of course I am."

They said their goodbyes and headed off in different directions.

Zimon stayed uncharacteristically calm as he and Civan passed through the streets. Though the fact that Civan kept a constant hand on the hilt of his sword probably had something to do with it; plus, Zimon was brutish, not stupid. He had spent enough time in the city to know its army's efficiency and hell; he probably personally knew a good percentage of the city's force himself.

The two arrived at the base of a gondola lift, which lead all the way up the cliff to the royal palace. Zimon slumped down on one of the seats, and Civan pulled a well thumbed book from his coat, sitting down opposite the wild man as the gondola began to move.

For nearly ten minutes they sat opposite each other in silence as the lift rose above the rooftops of the city.

"You're married?" Zimon asked, breaking the silence.

Civan looked up from his book. "What?"

Zimon nodded towards Civan's hand. "Your ring."

"I am."

"Lucky you, then. It's nice to know that some things in life can still be good."

"A lot of things in life are still good for those who don't squander theirs."

Zimon smiled. "I remember who you are now. Only vaguely mind, it has been a long time."

"I'm flattered."

"Yes, cavalier Farfarel from the Auberon Empire," continued Zimon, with a grin. "I see you've advanced a few ranks since then."

"A few." Civan closed his book. "So, why'd you do it?"

"Why does one do anything?"

"Don't get philosophical on me. You attacked a cargo train."

Zimon shrugged nonchalantly. "We share this planet Farfarel. Not just with each other, but with nature itself. People need to learn where their boundaries are or face the consequences."

"That's a noble mentality. Fighting for the ones that can't fight for themselves."

"You could say that," Zimon said, with a hint of pride. "But its more than that. I told you back in the forest that I longed to go back. The sins and excess of mankind sicken me, and my life before was full of false adoration, just because I was born lucky and I had money. People listened to me but they didn't respect me. In the forest and fields I had a real home, and a real family. I had real respect. I was a leader."

"Your feathered friends didn't seem to think so."

Zimon flinched. The vision of Bohocorro leaping through the air at him was still fresh in his mind.

The gondola lift came gently to a stop inside the palace's entrance hall. There was a large clunk and the door slid open. Civan pocketed his book and stood up.

"Let's go, Zimon."

Zimon again lead the way as the two stepped out.

"So this is it, then," Zimon said as Civan beckoned over the entrance guards. "No trial?"

"I'll figure something out later. For now, just be happy you're still alive." Civan turned to the guards. "Take him down to the prisons. He's the one who has been attacking the trains."

Despite his tough demeanour, Civan could see a flash of something in beast man's eyes as the guards grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him backwards down the hall. Remorse? Or was it fear? Maybe; the prisons below the palace were suitably dank and dreary, and Zimon knew as well as anyone there would be no escape from them.

The rest of the palace was completely contrary to the underbelly. It was lavishly decorated, with a portrait of a famous Truvian or an expensive artifact hanging from the wall everywhere one looked. It was also rather busy; as Civan walked the familiar halls, several people greeted him. This amount of bustle means the Queen must be arriving soon. Good.

He arrived at his destination a few minutes later.

"I'm here to see Lord Belzecue," he said to the guard outside the door. The guard nodded and stepped aside.

Inside, sitting at a desk, was a man dressed in a striking red cloak writing furiously. His similarly coloured hat, complete with a white feather, lay beside him on the desk.

He looked up as he heard the door open.

"Civan! You're back early," he said, lowering his pen.

"It's a long story, Luth."

Luth shrugged and indicated a chair on the other side of the desk. "We've got time."

"Longer than that. In fact, I'd like to organize a meeting with the Queen so I can give the tale justice."

"Good timing then, because she arrives today."

Civan nodded. "I could tell. The palace is busy enough."

"Well, lots of things have been happening. There's a bit of trouble with smugglers in the west, and several riding officers have gone missing or found dead. And just today I heard something about the cargo train from Grandia being attacked."

"I wouldn't worry about that anymore. We caught the one responsible for the train attacks; he's in the prisons now."

Luth raised his eyebrows. "Now this tale of yours has really caught my interest."

"Trust me, that isn't even the most important part. I've brought along some people who can testify against the Vizier."

"The Queen will be very pleased, then. I'll organize a meeting right away, after her welcoming feast this evening."

"Good," said Civan, relaxing. He felt the years of tedious goodwill visits to the southern continent had finally paid off.

"Let's hope the information of these friends of yours is worthwhile," Luth added, picking his pen back up. "But we'll see tomorrow, eh?"

That was Civan's cue to leave. Obligingly, he turned for the door.

"By the way, it's good to see you again," Luth said from behind him.

"You too, Luth."

Civan briefly wondered what his newfound friends were up to, and whether they were ready to retell their story yet again. In any case, what happened next was out of his hands. If all went well he'd get a well-deserved trip back home, but the likelihood was that now he'd be more needed than ever. The balance of duty and family was tough to maintain... oh well, things would probably work out in the end. They always did.

But that was tomorrow. Civan exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Kinoko

After they all parted ways, Calaria was left with some time to think about what just happened. She'd have to check into the Ahriman's Rest later.

That bard... Franz was his name? She wondered why he came to their rescue all of a sudden. She was SURE that Chocobo had returned to the Djinni world during the Chocobo rush; she hadn't felt his essence since then. She'd have to summon him later to speak with him about these last events.

The capital city of Battant, in the Northern Continent of Truvia... she'd heard of this place. Granted, it doesn't have quite the feel of El Vida... at least, El Vida when she was a child, but it didn't feel too bad. It had a decent magic store, from what she heard.

And that's what she was going to go find. The magic store. This one was called "Mage's Potion". It was something she remembered from her parents when she was very young. They would tell her that it has incredible spells and great books of knowledge. Now she had the chance to find out for herself whether it was truly great or not.

Feeling the magic in the area in which she was SURE led to the magic store, she followed the magic through the city. Calaria was going to make sure to find time to try out her magic again. At least the magic laws are few, if not nonexistant, in Battant. She continued to follow the magic trail until she reached the store. Entering the store, the young summoner looked at the shelves, and noted a book that was of particular interest to her.

The mage took the book into her hands and felt the cover. She could feel the deep pulse of magic from within it. She took her index finger and trailed it against the edge of the cover. She HAD to have this book.

Calaria walked up to the shopkeeper, a wizened old man who was facing away from her, restocking his shelves, "How much for this book?"

The shopkeeper turned around. "Ah, a mage... it's been a long time since I've seen a mage in my store. Mostly it's soldiers from the palace, looking for scrolls to aid them in their battles. All the mages go to the more upscale magic shop. I never saw what was so great about that place."

"Could you point me to that shop?" Calaria asked, hoping not to offend. "It's just that I want to compare--I find this to be a perfectly acceptable magic shop."

"You flatter me, missy," the shopkeeper chuckled. "I can point you in the direction of it, sure. As for that book... I'll give you a discount. That book is normally 1000 coins, but you can have it for 100 coins."

Calaria gasped. "Thank you!" She resisted the urge to hug the man. He pointed her to where the upscale magic shop, The Diamond Orb, was, and then they bade each other goodbye.

The summoner held the book in her arms. It was as if she regained a part of her family back. That shop really was worth going to for her.

Calaria ran over to the Diamond Orb, purused its wares, and decided that while potentially useful, they weren't for her. Then it occurred to her that having a rapier would be a very good idea. She had left her rapier in El Vida, thinking that she could go back for it after this last visit to Eijopi. Clearly that wasn't going to be an option anymore. So she went to a weapons shop and bought one. She knew how to keep it hidden.

After that, she headed to the Ahriman's Rest, checked in, and went to read the book. She had to make sure that no one else got a hold of, or be reading the book, lest they find out more about her family.

FFOG3 Chapter 2

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