A bright light. That’s all that could be seen as the old man opened his eyes. Blinking quickly several times, he’d lean back further into what felt like gritty soil. The surprise of the sudden bright light nearly blinding him. Squinting to keep his eyelashes over his eyes in some sort of filter until his sight could readjust. He would groan as he shifted in place. His body felt for the first time truly old. Clenching his jaw, he squeezed his hands a couple of times before placing them firmly in the gritty soil. “Sand..?â€
               He managed to get out softly. His throat was sore, and dry. Licking his lips, he’d try to moisten his mouth. Pushing down into the sand, he’d pull himself up and against an object. Turning as quickly as his body would allow he discovered it only to be a tree with no leaves. It was dead, and only providing the most minimum of shade. Letting out a sigh, he’d turn to face outwards once again. Gently placing his head against the tree, his eyes, now somewhat recovered, looked outwards into the world. Slowly but surely he was overcome with surprise. Eyes scanning the area, no matter where he looked he could only see more, and more sand.
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               Cursing several times, he would lean around the tree to see if it were the same on the other side. Shaking his head instantly when it looked exactly the same as its opposite end. Twisting himself back around, he stared into his lap, his thoughts racing.
“Where am I…how did I get here?â€
               Closing his eyes he thought more, reaching up to rub his forehead.
“Was I knocked unconscious, and brought here?...†he spoke quietly once again. “But for what purpose?â€
               As he spoke again the man heard something drop, and hit a rock close to the tree. Quickly turning to look he’d notice a small creature floating just a few feet away from him. Only about three feet in size, it looked as if it were a stuffed animal. It was covered in short white fur. Using its small bat like wings to keep itself up, it would tilt its head at him. Its short cat-like ears flopping to the side as well. The strangest bit was the antenna with a small red pom-pom on the top. As its head tilted the pom-pom went with it, a strange sound coming from it, almost whimsical sounding.
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               Pulling himself away from the tree, he’d drag himself out of the shade and into the sun. Feeling the heat almost immediately, but the old man could not care. His eyes focused on the strange creature. It calmly floated after him, bobbing up and down gently as it did. The man grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it at the strange creature. Hitting it, it would fall down onto the ground, and cough, reaching up to rub its eyes furiously. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!†the creature spoke loudly, yelling at the old man. Still rubbing its eyes, but capable of somewhat looking at him.
               The old man did not know what to say, brow arched downwards as he quirked it in some confusion. “You…weren’t going to attack me?†he asked simply.
               The creature dropped its arms, seemingly content that it had gotten all the sand from its vision. Flapping its wings once more, it took off back into the air. Floating in front of the man before turning sideways and pointing to something by the tree. “I was returning that to you!†the creature frowned angrily back at the man.
Tilting himself to the side, the old man squinted to the tree. Looking around it that is when he saw it. “My…walking stick?†he quickly looked back to the white creature. “Where did you get that?!â€
               The creature floated back to the Lance, picking it up with great effort then floated back to the man, dropping it at his feet. Letting out a small sigh of its own. Taking the time to closely study the creature, the man let out a sigh.
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“You...You’re a Moogle!†he stated the obvious. “You actually exist?!†he shouted in shock. He had heard about such creatures in fairy tales, but never knew that those tales actually spoke true. He relaxed his guard somewhat, still keeping a keen eye on the newly discovered Moogle. It nodded to him, the frown fading from its face into what looked like a playful grin. Floating down, it sat on top of his lance.
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“Slow down, slowdown!†the Moogle spoke kindly, forgetting that the man had just thrown sand in its face. “It’s probably better I start at the beginning…from when I found you.†It sat cross-legged,viewing the man with a strange type of interest. ((To be continued!))
               He managed to get out softly. His throat was sore, and dry. Licking his lips, he’d try to moisten his mouth. Pushing down into the sand, he’d pull himself up and against an object. Turning as quickly as his body would allow he discovered it only to be a tree with no leaves. It was dead, and only providing the most minimum of shade. Letting out a sigh, he’d turn to face outwards once again. Gently placing his head against the tree, his eyes, now somewhat recovered, looked outwards into the world. Slowly but surely he was overcome with surprise. Eyes scanning the area, no matter where he looked he could only see more, and more sand.
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               Cursing several times, he would lean around the tree to see if it were the same on the other side. Shaking his head instantly when it looked exactly the same as its opposite end. Twisting himself back around, he stared into his lap, his thoughts racing.
“Where am I…how did I get here?â€
               Closing his eyes he thought more, reaching up to rub his forehead.
“Was I knocked unconscious, and brought here?...†he spoke quietly once again. “But for what purpose?â€
               As he spoke again the man heard something drop, and hit a rock close to the tree. Quickly turning to look he’d notice a small creature floating just a few feet away from him. Only about three feet in size, it looked as if it were a stuffed animal. It was covered in short white fur. Using its small bat like wings to keep itself up, it would tilt its head at him. Its short cat-like ears flopping to the side as well. The strangest bit was the antenna with a small red pom-pom on the top. As its head tilted the pom-pom went with it, a strange sound coming from it, almost whimsical sounding.
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               Pulling himself away from the tree, he’d drag himself out of the shade and into the sun. Feeling the heat almost immediately, but the old man could not care. His eyes focused on the strange creature. It calmly floated after him, bobbing up and down gently as it did. The man grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it at the strange creature. Hitting it, it would fall down onto the ground, and cough, reaching up to rub its eyes furiously. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!†the creature spoke loudly, yelling at the old man. Still rubbing its eyes, but capable of somewhat looking at him.
               The old man did not know what to say, brow arched downwards as he quirked it in some confusion. “You…weren’t going to attack me?†he asked simply.
               The creature dropped its arms, seemingly content that it had gotten all the sand from its vision. Flapping its wings once more, it took off back into the air. Floating in front of the man before turning sideways and pointing to something by the tree. “I was returning that to you!†the creature frowned angrily back at the man.
Tilting himself to the side, the old man squinted to the tree. Looking around it that is when he saw it. “My…walking stick?†he quickly looked back to the white creature. “Where did you get that?!â€
               The creature floated back to the Lance, picking it up with great effort then floated back to the man, dropping it at his feet. Letting out a small sigh of its own. Taking the time to closely study the creature, the man let out a sigh.
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“You...You’re a Moogle!†he stated the obvious. “You actually exist?!†he shouted in shock. He had heard about such creatures in fairy tales, but never knew that those tales actually spoke true. He relaxed his guard somewhat, still keeping a keen eye on the newly discovered Moogle. It nodded to him, the frown fading from its face into what looked like a playful grin. Floating down, it sat on top of his lance.
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“Slow down, slowdown!†the Moogle spoke kindly, forgetting that the man had just thrown sand in its face. “It’s probably better I start at the beginning…from when I found you.†It sat cross-legged,viewing the man with a strange type of interest. ((To be continued!))
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