“Trees…more and more trees.†The Moogle spoke after the two are relocated themselves out of the sun, and back under the dying tree. “Nothing like this one..†it patted the friend that kept the sun at bay. “Full of life, energy…each screaming..yelling to one another to protect the saplings.†The wings on its back fluttered a moment before settling into its back comfortably. “Fire, death, panic. The forest was full of it. People…all different races. They were all running about trying to make sure their friends, and family were safe as the fireballs came down from the sky.†The Moogle glanced up as it spoke, almost as if it were expecting balls of flame to descend down at them once again. Letting out a sigh of relief, it continued the story once again.
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               “That’s when I saw you..walking stick in hand, you were leading several youths..they called you ‘teacher’?†it tilted its head to the man as if seeking a sort of confirmation.
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               The old man nodded his head “Indeed…I am..well..was a teacher. I taught many students how to survive in this world. Whether it be back knowledge or weapon usage. I tried to pass down whatever I could to whomever was willing to listen.†He leaned back against the tree, gripping his walking stick closer to his side. He’d squeeze it tightly as if it were the hand of a good friend.
               The Moogle smiled happily knowing what it heard had been correct. “The students then..they looked frightened…no.. they were frightened.The scent of it was all over them. You though..you kept smiling and reassuring them that everything would be alright.†The Moogle floated over, and patted the old man on the shoulder. “That was wonderful..one of the best sights I’ve seen in such a long time..that trust they held in you, and the confidence you gave off.â€
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               The old man let out a laugh,rubbing the back of his neck. “There was no time for anyone to be afraid…especially the children. I did my best…I thought I did my best..†he frowned, looking down at the sand below him. “People died that day, and there was nothing I could do..â€
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               Floating back down onto its bottom, the Moogle’s grin, tilted sideways. Figuring out what to say next, as well as remember what happened. “There was no way you could have foreseen what happened..those Ixal..They took control of the panic…and..†its expression changed dramatically to one that was almost in tears.
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               “They killed many people that night..If I had more energy…I could have protected more..†the old man placed his head into his heads, deeply depressed by the memory.
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               “But the ones you did save…they went on to save many more.†The Moogle was looking back at the man. “You reacted quickly, if I recall..the moment their axes fell onto...several of your.." it took a deep breath, closing its eyes. "Several of your students…you dropped your walking stick?†the Moogle looked over at the item in the old man’s hand. “The Ixal never saw the hit coming, I never saw that hit coming..†It looked back at the man only to be greeted with the bright blue eyes of his. “It had to of flown…twenty…no thirty feet!...But..but that wasn’t what stood out the most..it was those eyes of yours. The fury behind them…†It reached up to touch the man’s face.
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               “You loved each of those students..you truly did.â€
((To be continued!))
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               “That’s when I saw you..walking stick in hand, you were leading several youths..they called you ‘teacher’?†it tilted its head to the man as if seeking a sort of confirmation.
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               The old man nodded his head “Indeed…I am..well..was a teacher. I taught many students how to survive in this world. Whether it be back knowledge or weapon usage. I tried to pass down whatever I could to whomever was willing to listen.†He leaned back against the tree, gripping his walking stick closer to his side. He’d squeeze it tightly as if it were the hand of a good friend.
               The Moogle smiled happily knowing what it heard had been correct. “The students then..they looked frightened…no.. they were frightened.The scent of it was all over them. You though..you kept smiling and reassuring them that everything would be alright.†The Moogle floated over, and patted the old man on the shoulder. “That was wonderful..one of the best sights I’ve seen in such a long time..that trust they held in you, and the confidence you gave off.â€
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               The old man let out a laugh,rubbing the back of his neck. “There was no time for anyone to be afraid…especially the children. I did my best…I thought I did my best..†he frowned, looking down at the sand below him. “People died that day, and there was nothing I could do..â€
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               Floating back down onto its bottom, the Moogle’s grin, tilted sideways. Figuring out what to say next, as well as remember what happened. “There was no way you could have foreseen what happened..those Ixal..They took control of the panic…and..†its expression changed dramatically to one that was almost in tears.
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               “They killed many people that night..If I had more energy…I could have protected more..†the old man placed his head into his heads, deeply depressed by the memory.
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               “But the ones you did save…they went on to save many more.†The Moogle was looking back at the man. “You reacted quickly, if I recall..the moment their axes fell onto...several of your.." it took a deep breath, closing its eyes. "Several of your students…you dropped your walking stick?†the Moogle looked over at the item in the old man’s hand. “The Ixal never saw the hit coming, I never saw that hit coming..†It looked back at the man only to be greeted with the bright blue eyes of his. “It had to of flown…twenty…no thirty feet!...But..but that wasn’t what stood out the most..it was those eyes of yours. The fury behind them…†It reached up to touch the man’s face.
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               “You loved each of those students..you truly did.â€
((To be continued!))
