Grey Summoner Chapter 4, Part 3
so i've been away for a while, finals are over, and i was at home for a week. im beyond bored, but i passed my classes. so im happy. i got my licence too so thats awesome. heres the next part...i was comments! especially from people other than dave or josh. pah
Riku watched as Morgan fell and caught her before her head hit the floor. He fell to his knees beside her. She was pale and her eyes were unfocused, the multiple stab wounds on her stomach were bleeding profusely. “SORA!” Riku called.
The wielder of the Keyblade looked over from his spot next to Princess Jasmine and his eyes widened. He ran over to Riku and examined Morgan’s stomach. Sora held his hands above her abdomen and began to mutter to himself. A white glow began to come from his hands and at first nothing seemed to happen. Eventually the bleeding slowed and the flesh began to knit itself back together. By the time everything was fixed, Sora was pale and shaking with a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Morgan had long ago fainted from blood loss.
“That should do it,” Sora said to Riku.
The guests had already begun to disperse, a last few giving their condolences to the Sultan. Riku stood and picked Morgan up, holding her in his arms, as he had been doing a lot recently. He followed as Sora wandered towards the Princess and her knight.
“What were they after? The gifts?” Jasmine asked.
“The King of Thieves was after this,” Aladdin explained, holding up a short, gold staff, with a jade colored gem the size of his fist.
“With all the good gifts here, why settle for this old thing?” squawked Iago, the red parrot, as he landed on Aladdin’s shoulder.
The gem began to glow with a blinding light, and a white phantasm appeared in front of them. “The King of Thieves wanted me because he is searching for the ultimate treasure.”
“What is it Genie?” Aladdin asked.
“It’s an Oracle, haven’t seen one of these in thousands of years,” he answered, putted on a pair of dark glasses ha had pulled out of no where.
“Did somebody say treasure? Where can I find it, this Ultimate Treasure?” the parrot asked, rubbing his wings together.
“I am bound by the rule of one, one question, one answer,” the Oracle recited.
“I only want one answer! Where is the Treasure? You know, the Ultimate one,” the parrot squawked before Genie conjured a mussel out of no where and silenced him.
“We could find out anything about the past or future,” Jasmine said.
“I already know what my future is, it’s you,” Aladdin said as he grabbed hold of Jasmine’s hands in his. “My past though, that’s a complete mystery. There are so many questions I have; it can’t be all be answered by one.”
“Perhaps the questions could be answered by your father,” the Oracle stated.
“My father?” Aladdin gasped.
The Oracle swept its arm and a picture of an older man with the same facial features as Aladdin appeared. He had two white streaks on the sides of his head and was smiling slightly.
Riku watched as Morgan fell and caught her before her head hit the floor. He fell to his knees beside her. She was pale and her eyes were unfocused, the multiple stab wounds on her stomach were bleeding profusely. “SORA!” Riku called.
The wielder of the Keyblade looked over from his spot next to Princess Jasmine and his eyes widened. He ran over to Riku and examined Morgan’s stomach. Sora held his hands above her abdomen and began to mutter to himself. A white glow began to come from his hands and at first nothing seemed to happen. Eventually the bleeding slowed and the flesh began to knit itself back together. By the time everything was fixed, Sora was pale and shaking with a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Morgan had long ago fainted from blood loss.
“That should do it,” Sora said to Riku.
The guests had already begun to disperse, a last few giving their condolences to the Sultan. Riku stood and picked Morgan up, holding her in his arms, as he had been doing a lot recently. He followed as Sora wandered towards the Princess and her knight.
“What were they after? The gifts?” Jasmine asked.
“The King of Thieves was after this,” Aladdin explained, holding up a short, gold staff, with a jade colored gem the size of his fist.
“With all the good gifts here, why settle for this old thing?” squawked Iago, the red parrot, as he landed on Aladdin’s shoulder.
The gem began to glow with a blinding light, and a white phantasm appeared in front of them. “The King of Thieves wanted me because he is searching for the ultimate treasure.”
“What is it Genie?” Aladdin asked.
“It’s an Oracle, haven’t seen one of these in thousands of years,” he answered, putted on a pair of dark glasses ha had pulled out of no where.
“Did somebody say treasure? Where can I find it, this Ultimate Treasure?” the parrot asked, rubbing his wings together.
“I am bound by the rule of one, one question, one answer,” the Oracle recited.
“I only want one answer! Where is the Treasure? You know, the Ultimate one,” the parrot squawked before Genie conjured a mussel out of no where and silenced him.
“We could find out anything about the past or future,” Jasmine said.
“I already know what my future is, it’s you,” Aladdin said as he grabbed hold of Jasmine’s hands in his. “My past though, that’s a complete mystery. There are so many questions I have; it can’t be all be answered by one.”
“Perhaps the questions could be answered by your father,” the Oracle stated.
“My father?” Aladdin gasped.
The Oracle swept its arm and a picture of an older man with the same facial features as Aladdin appeared. He had two white streaks on the sides of his head and was smiling slightly.