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Knight of Fayth
Warnings; Harry Potter x Final Fantasy X crossover, Slash, Characters non-death, AU, yadda yadda
yadda. Also I wrote this bloody ages ago and havent done any proper spell check, so beware
of that. And this is huge. And a wip
Summary; After eons of drifting, Harry is willing to save Spira just for the feel of the gravity.
Knight of Fayth
Someone or something was singing.
Harry floated in the nothingness of space, listening to the distant song idly. It sounded like a hymn -
though he wasnt entirely sure, it had been a long while since he had heard any sort of
singing, and hymns had never been high on his list of things to listen. He had never been
much on music in any way. The fact that he wasnt even sure how long it had bee n since he
had heard anything made him perk up a little, though.
He had missed sounds - and even if it was a hymn, it was good to just hear something after so long.
Concentrating, he turned towards the sound, listening to it with all he had. There was a voice of a
male, deep and resounding. Then there was a boys voice, high and ringing like silver. A
womans voice in the middle, proud and emotional at the same time. And then there was a
group of people, their voices mixed into sweet union, turning the song into a symphony.
Unable to help himself, Harry breathed the sound in. The song sounded oddly simplistic in its
beauty - he suspect that after a while hed know the lyrics by heart, even if he would never
have any idea what they said, exactly. Still, it was a nice sound.
Its a world, a voice said behind him, and idly he turned to the new sound. A hooded boy stood
there, standing on nothing, his face shadowed. It has been singing for millennia now. We
have been singing. But no ones heard.
Its nice, Harry said, turning away again. He spent a fleeting moment marvelling that he still could
remember how to speak - and that he had a voice left. He wasnt entirely sure he had a body
left any more - along the time he had spent, floating in nothingness, he had lost things bit by
bit. Memories, body parts. Only the force of his magic had remained, holding him together,
holding onto his existence in place where he shouldnt have been able to survive. Wouldnt,if he still had been alive.
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Harry remained quiet for a moment. It was tempting, by Me rlin, it was tempting. He hadnt felt
anything for so long. To have a body, hands, feet, to be able to feel and move and see. Just
to feel gravity again But he still remembered how tiresome life had been, in comparison to
how easy death was. And he hadntforgotten the hard lessons of life. Why me? he asked.
And what exactly do you need to be saved from? Your dream? The monstrosity?
From the spiral of events endlessly repeating. Break the chain, the boy begged. Give us our rest.
Harry nodded slowly. It didnt really tell him anything - but he could feel the desperation, and the
long, long history in the boys words. A battle after a battle after a battle - a rebirth after
rebirth after rebirth. Why me? he asked again. I am nothing.
Youre first not from this world to hear the song, the boy answered. Many have passed over Spira
along the years. None have listened. You did. It means something.
It only meant that he had some version of hearing left, but Harry didnt say that - there was
something more going on here. Something else - something special. Not just the song, or the
boy who wasnt a boy, taking in space where there was supposed to be no sound. Maybe it
wasnt happening at all - maybe it was in Harrys head. It wouldnt be his first strange fantasy
along the long, long years of drifting.
But the planet below him was warm and shining and it was pulling him with the promise of gravity
and wind and the feel of ground below his feet - not to mention about having those feet to
feel it with. It had been so long.
You will have to guide me, he said, as he begun to fall to the welcoming arms of gravity. I dont
know what to do.
Well be with you, the boys voice promised, fading away. Thank you.
x
The first thing Harry saw was the sky. It was beautiful, blue seemingly infinite with some wisps of
glowing whit drifting slowly past. He had forgotten what atmospheres looked like, when you
saw them from inside out rather than the other way. From space, a sky looked so small, a
thin little layer wrapped around enormous orbs - but from this angle it looked really never
ending.
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The wind that was idly tugging onto his hair made him finally realise that he was actually seeing the
sky - that he was seeing the sky. With a sharp breath, he sat up, slightly surprised he could
still remember how to move in a body, and more than slightly shocked that he actually had
one again. Body that breathed - which had a torso and hands and, yes, hair too. And eyes
and nose.
Blimey, the wind smells nice! he gasped, the first words he said on Spira. At that point he didnt
care about how monumental that was - because it was true, the wind smelled excellent.
Fresh and grassy and a little moist and just free. With a shivery sigh Harry closed his eyes
and just breathed in. Merlin it had been ages - he had forgotten what it was like, to be able
to smell.
How long have you been dead? the boys voice asked from behind him.
Harry didnt open his eyes, only breathed deep again. The feel of his lungs filling was incredible. I
never counted. Tens of thousands of years maybe, who knows, he answered, and then let
himself fall to his side on the grass, turning to lay on his belly so that he could nuzzle his nose
into the grass, into the earth. In space there was no time - it had been easy not to count. I
like your world, he murmured dreamily, and plucked a blade of grass from the ground with
his teeth, wanting to know if it tasted as good as it smelled.
It tasted better.
I can see that, the boy said. Im glad.
Hmm, Harry answered, and for a moment everything was perfect and he was the most content he
had ever been, just smelling and tasting the grass. The boy said nothing for a long while,
seemingly content letting him be content, which for Harry worked just fine. He was certain
he could spend a small eternity here, embracing the grass, and so as long nothing bothered
him, he figured he might as well start that eternity now.
When the reality finally breached through his haze of being just so darned comfortable, it was in
form of sharp tug on his hair. More confused than annoyed or shocked, Harry lifted his head
from the grass, and looked up to see what or who had bothered him. Instead of seeing a
person or anything like that - he couldnt even see the weird hooded kid - he saw a pair of
sharp talons just beside him. Following them up, he saw a firm birds - or maybe dinosaurs -
leg. The bright expanse of yellow feathers disproved the dinosaur idea - and then the great
bird bowed down again, and tugged on his hair again.
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Oi, Harry said idly, tugging back before waving his arm at the creature. Get off. Shoo. Whatever
you are. Go away.
The bird didnt, only let out a strange kweh sound, and then butted its great dark orange beak
against his waving hand in friendly nudge - that nearly broke his fingers.
Its a chocobo, the boy said from behind him as Harry hurriedly drew his hand back, shaking some
feeling back to his impact-shocked fingers. They are common.
Glancing at him, Harry sighed and pushed himself up and to his knees, turning to the bird. It was
bigger than an ostrich - about as big as a hippogriff, actually, but fully bird rather than any
sort of combination of animals. As he looked up to it, the bird flapped its stunted wings
excitedly and warbled at him - before moving forward and head putting him lightly, warbling
again. Youre a friendly fella arent you? Harry asked, amused as the bird warbled some
more, and then cooed as he scratched the underside of its chin. Tame, maybe?
The boy, who seemed to loom somewhere in the corner of his eyes, said nothing for a moment.
There are things to do, he then said, moving forward a little. As he did, Harry could see
some strange light flickering about him, and glancing behind him he saw odd balls of light
with shimmering tails flickering around the boy. The boy himself, formerly seeming so solid,
was now grey and transparent. A spirit, maybe.
Breaking your chain, yeah, the wizard agreed, reaching out and poking one of the lights buzzing
around the kid. It flew right through his finger, making it tingle. In how much a hurry are
we? he asked, pulling his hand back and rubbing his fingers together. It felt like magic - but
nothing like it.
Much and not at all. Sin isnt going anywhere, the boy answered.
Sin? the wizard asked, frowning slightly. If you want me to fight for your ideals of right and wrong
No, not that sort of sin. Sin is what we call the monstrosity, the boy answered, stepping forward,
the strange lights whirling. Ask about it, hesuggested, fading away. Everyone knows at
least a little.
Frowning, Harry eyed the spot the boy had faded away from, before the yellow bird at his side calledfor his attention again by head butting his shoulder and nearly sending him to the grass on
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his side. Laughing softly and shaking his head, the wizard turned to the bird, shifting to
crouched position and wrapping his arms around the creatures head, digging his fingers into
its feathers and scratching.
It smelled nice too.
As the chocobo cooed and warbled with delight, Harry cast a glance around them, wondering where
they were and where he could ask about Sin. All he could see was grassy hills all around him
and, little to the left, some other yellow birds who were idly clawing at the ground or eating
the grass. They seemed not to even notice him - which indicated that they were used to
humans.
Okay, Harry murmured, standing up with his arm casually across the chocobos neck, still
scratching. Lets see then
He glanced down to himself, taking in his new body in full detail for the first time. It looked about
right. He couldnt remember all the details of himself, but the shortness of his form was
somewhat familiar. He was wearing a long black jacket that reminded him a bit of his old
robes, and rest of his clothes were more or less familiar too. As was his hair, messy and black
as it was.
He could work with it, the wizard decided. It looked about functional enough and there were worse
things. Like, not having a body. Okay, he nodded andlooked at the chocobo again. Now,
how about we try and see if we can find your owner.
Walking, he realised after couple of steps, was incredible too. As was the feel of wind in his hair, and
the sound of it moving through the grass, the kwehs and warks the chocobo let out. Gravity
too - having it hold him forcibly to the ground, instead of it having to be a conscious choice
on his part. Flying as a ghost had always been fun - but the feel of strain on his knees and
ankles as he took his steps it was an odd thing to miss, but he had.
Just for that, he decided, Spira was worth saving.
x
It took him nearly an hour to find a trail and a couple of more to finally see some sort of settlement
in the distance. Harry didnt mind it at all. Walking, hearing, smelling he couldve easilytaken a couple of days walking and not felt the slightest bit bored. On top of that, the
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chocobo had apparently decided to follow him because it had barely left his side the entire
way, only running a little ahead at times and then returning to head butt him or demand a
scratch before running ahead again. Its excited warbling kept him entertained when ever the
wind died down.
Harry wasnt entirely sure what he was looking at, when the settlement came into view from behind
a hill. It looked like an odd tent, except not. Or maybe a pavilion or some sort of leisure
stopping point, but again, not really. In the end he stopped guessing and just made his way
over, the chocobo following him a little more cautiously as they came to the circled area
around the thing. Only there sights of the advertisements set up here and there made him
figure out that the place wasnt a settlement - but a shop.
Hi there! the salesperson greeted him. The counter was right in the front of the tent-building
thing, and she was waving over it at him in fairly friendly manner. Are you part of CaptainAdraks group?
Harry smiled. Nope, he answered with equal amount of cheerfulness. What an awesome thing to
be, cheerful. Ghosts rarely got to feel that. Whos Captain Adrak?
But you have a chocobo ah, never mind. Captain Adraks people have been here all the time in the
last week or so, Ive gotten used to seeing them come around with their mounts, sorry about
that, the salesperson said, smiling at him. Hes the Commander of the Bevelles Knights -theyve been training here for the week or so.
And theyre known to travel with chocobos? Harry asked, giving the bird that had been following
him a look. Yeah, he could see it - the bird was certainly big enough and fast enough and
probably strong enough to be used as a mount. Neat, he said, and turned back to the
woman. So. Im a bit lost, he said. Can you tell me where I am, exactly?
He expected ridicule or incredulity, but the woman only chuckled. People always get lost here - the
Calm Lands look about the same everywhere, she said, reaching below the counter and
bringing out the map. Here, she said, beckoning him closer. There was a map of what
looked like wide plains, with mountains at all side. Were here, she pointed at the left side
of the map. The way up to Mt Gagazet is here - and here you can go to the Macalania
woods and through them to Bevelle - the Macalania temple on other hand is here
Harry nodded here and there, while eying the map. Whats the scale on this thing? he asked, and
she explained soon that to reach either the Mt. Gagazet road or the Macalania forest would
take him probably days on foot Right, he nodded, leaning to the counter with his elbows.
He had no way to know which way to go, or if he was even supposed to go to eitherdirection, but it was probably important information, so he pressed it all to his memory.
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So, you need anything else, except for directions? the woman asked hopefully. I have great stock
here - maps, compasses, potions, gear, weapons. Anything you need to cross the Calm
Lands, I have it right here. Im especially well stocked on armour at the moment - with the
Knights here, Ive put in a little extra.
Im sure you have, Harry smiled. Sorry, you wont make much a bargain with me. Im penniless,
he admitted sheepishly.
Oh, pity, she sighed, and wrapped the map away.
You could help me with something, though, unless youre terribly busy, Harry added, glancingaround. Aside from him, her and the chocobo who was munching on some longer grass
growing on the side of the shop-tent, there wasnt a soul anywhere near to be seen. You
could tell me everything you know about Sin.
Sin? the woman asked, and then frowned. You dont know.
Of course I know, Harry answered smoothly. But you see, Im collecting this chronicle about what
people know about Sin. Old stories, what theyve heard from their parents, stuff like that.
Oh, youre a writer, she nodded knowingly, as if everything suddenly made sense. Will you put my
name into the book?
If you want me to, Harry nodded smoothly.
Okay, sweet. My name is Dnana - make sure to remember that, the woman grinned, leaning over
the counter. So, what do you want to know?
Anything. Everything, Harry said, and then snapped his fingers as if getting an idea. I know.
Pretend that Ive never heard of Sin in my life - that Im from some weird place where Sins
never been. Or that Im alien from another planet. Anything. Just, tell me the whole thing
the way you see it as if I know nothing about anything.
Dnana giggled softly. Alright, she said, before tapping her chin with two fingers. Okay, where tobegin. I cant remember how old I was when I first heard of Sin. I think my mom told me
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stories about it when I was really little, you know, long, long before I can remember -
because I cant remember never not knowing about him, you know?
Yeah. Go on, Harry nodded.
Shouldnt you be writing this down?
Ive got good memory - trust me, Ill remember every word you say perfectly, Harry promised.
Okay then, she said a bit suspiciously, before getting a thoughtful look about her face. The first
time saw Sin, I was about six years old. It was a picture, you know - someone had taken itjust before Sin attacked Kilika. Well, one of the many times Sin attacked Kilika. I couldnt
really get any feel to it back then - because really, Sin is so big that when you see only part of
it, it looks like great blob, you know?
How big, would you say? Harry asked thoughtfully. Monstrous really meant a great big whopping
monster, then?
I dont know. I dont think anyones ever measured Sin - but I think, if Sin jumped on Luca, youcouldnt see the town from beneath it. Its so big, Dnana said with a thoughtful nod.
Maybe a bit of the edges, but not much more. Ihavent really given it much a thought
really, because its Sin, you know. Its just so big
Harry nodded. What was the first thing youve ever heard of Sin doing?
The attack on Kilika, the woman nodded.
Pretend I dont know what Kilika is, and explain it to me, okay? Harry asked, giving her a charming
smile. Alien from another world here, right?
Right, she nodded, grinning. Okay, so, Kilika. Its this small island, far to south - below Luca and
above Besaid. Theres a temple there, I thinkSummoners get Ifrit there, but Im not sure.
Anyway, Kilika has these rain forests, yeah? And theyre full of fiends, like, Marlboros and
stuff - so people cant lie there, but they cant leave the island either, because the temple is
here and you cant exactly move a temple. So, the Kilika Village is on the shore - little past
the shore, actually, its like on stilts above the water. Never been there, but I hear its
beautiful.
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Anyway, she continued. Sin mostly hangs around water - and Kilika is, well, kind of vulnerable the
way it is. Its just wood, on stilts, above water. So, when ever Sin as much as passes the place
by, splash, crack, boom! Dnana slapped her hands together. Gone. But Kilika island has a
temple so it has to have a harbour too, so they rebuild it again and again after Sin destroys
it, because they dont have much a choice. Kilikas village been wiped out like eight times in
the time Ive been alive.
Ouch, Harry murmured. Youd think that give the people enough incentive to brace the jungles.
Youd think, but I guess the fiends are too strong. Theyre like between rock and hard place, Dnana
shrugged sadly. Anyway. The first thing I remember Sin doing in my life is that. I think there
was like a spawn attack there that time - usually the Kilika village is taken out by tidal waves
and stuff, but I remember it being spawns that time.
Alien from another world, remember? Harry asked, raising eyebrows. Spawns.
Ah, yeah, sorry. Spawns are like these things that grow out of Sin. Where ever he goes, the spawns
appear. I think I heard a priest or someone once say that Sin sheds them like dandruff of
something - they just fall off Sin. And then they attack anything near by that as much as
moves, Dnana said, and shuddered. Ive seen a couple close by. Theyre like your average
fiends - except creepy.
Okay, Harry nodded slowly. So, aside from Sin and spawns and whatnot, there were also average
fiends? What an interesting world. And attacks on places like Kilika, they happen often?
Once a month you hear that sins attacked this ship or this village or this settlement, Dnana
shrugged her shoulders. Hes seen like several times a week here and there, and it creeps
people out every time. I was born in Bevelle you know - and every time anyone as much
whispered that Sin was seen close by, the entire town went into panic. You never know
when and where Sin attack - if hes seen close by, its never a good sign.
And did it? Attack Bevelle, that is? Harry asked.
Couple of times. I was about fifteen, I think. Yeah, I was fifteen, when Sin attacked Bevelle - it was
scary as hell, you know. It was just hanging there, in the air, and I really thought it would just
drop down and crush everything. But the Bevelle Wyrm and the Warrior Monks and the
Chocobo Knights, I think they drove it away.
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So, the Sin could fly - and it could be driven away? Harry nodded slowly. Bevelle Wyrm? he asked.
Yeah, Evrae. It guards thecity, Dnana answered. Ive no idea where its come from. Some thingits an Aeon, but who knows. Its been protecting Bevelle since for ever - my grandfather told
me stories about it and everything.
Okay, the wizard nodded. Wyrms that guarded the cities from Sin. So. Where do you think Sin
comes from?
Dnana was quiet for a moment before frowning. The priest at my school said that Sin came to be
because of the sacrilegious actions of people - because long ago, we made machina and didhorrible things with them. My granddad, though, he said that no one knows. He was a
crusader when he was a young - he was part of the Siege of Luca Bay, so he mustve known
what he was talking about. Sins just always been there. Maybe its because of machina and
stuff, or maybe its there just because it is there. Im no Summoner, so, what do I know,
right? she asked, laughing softly, mirthlessly.
Summoner? Harry asked, and as she gave him another strange look, he smiled. Alien from
another world, me, he said, pointing at himself.
Right, right. Sorry. Uhm. Summoners, theyre the ones who defeat Sin. They go to these
pilgrimages, they get all the Aeons - that is, the creatures they summon, you know. And then
they go to Zanarkand - they go through here you know - and then then they defeat Sin.
Well some do. It was almost ten years since it happened the last time.
The woman sighed. I was just about seventeen, when High Summoner Braska defeated Sin, Dnana
said, sounding a little wistful. I remember how it was, afterwards. The parties in Bevelle,
they lasted for a week - everyone was so happy. And for a complete year after that, it was
quiet. Not a single word about Sin, not a whisper, no attack. You could go anywhere and just
know that there would be nothing to worry about. The best year of my life, the Calm.
Harry eyed her quietly. And then Sin came back? he asked.
It always does, Dnana nodded sadly. My granddad said that when he was young, there was a
Calm that lasted almost three years. Three years, can you believe it? Its been nine years
since the last Calm - and that only lasted for one year. Its unfair.
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I really cant, the wizard said quietly. If the High Summoners can defeat Sin - why dont they do it
right after the Calm ends?
The woman gave him a strange looks. You only become a High Summoner if you defeat Sin. And I
dont think Ive ever heard of High Summoner, who survived after defeating Sin.
oh, the wizard murmured looking away. Well that explained a few things. Summoners went to
pilgrimages to defeat Sin - and died, if they actually managed it. Year or three later, Sin
returned and another Summoner went through the same ordeal, and died at the end of it.
Rinse and repeat. But how? How could you defeat something - only to have it return after
year or so? What was Sin - did it have a horcrux somewhere, or something?
You say that Summoners go through here to, um, where?
Zanarkand. All Summoners go there from here and through Mt. Gagazet. Dnana nodded, pointing
towards north - where, Harry supposed, the entrance to Mt Gagazet was. Thats where the
Final Aeon is, I hear, in the ruins of Zanarkand. Except lot of them dont. They come here and
then they get cold feet, and then they go home. Ive seen something like dozen Summoners
here - none of them even went to Mt Gagazet, not to mention about Zanarkand.
Harry nodded slowly, wondering if Zanarkand was where he was supposed to go. How doessummoning work? he asked thoughtfully.
Dnana shrugged. The Summoners pray to the Fayth in the temples. Thats about all I know. Well,
they go through some trials and stuff, she said and shook her head. I dont really know.
Praying. Well, that would be out, Harry mused. He had never prayed to anything, and whatever the
fayth were, he wasnt going to pray to them either. Aside from the Summoners, are there
anything else - anyone else - that could possibly try and defeat it? he asked thoughtfully.
Well, theres the Crusaders - but theyve been crusading to defeat Sin for as long as I can
remember, and they never had. They can sometimes hold it at bay - like with Bevelle and
stuff - but yeah, thats about it. The warrior monks maybe nah, they just protect Bevelle
and the temples I think, and thats it. Theres the Chocobo Knights too, but theyre pretty
much the same as Crusades, except they ride chocobos. Theyre pretty new, though, so who
knows. Maybe theyll make a difference, Dnana said thoughtfully. Theyve been training
like mad here for the last days, so, maybe theyvegot some idea about what to do
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Harry nodded. Anything else?
Well, some say the Al Bhed try too, with forbidden machina and all, but I try not to think too deeply
into that, she admitted. My boss is an Al Bhed.
Harry considered asking who or what the Al Bhed were, but decided against it because of the look of
unease on the womans face. Okay, thanks. I think I got what I needed, he said, nodding.
So, those knights training here, under that Captain Agros, was it? Theyre Chocobo
Knights?
Captain Adrak, and yeah, Dnana nodded, looking relieved that he had changed the subject.
Since summoning was out and everything else seemed a bit long-shot - and because of the
convenience of being at the same place at the same time it wouldnt hurt to try. You
wouldnt happen to know where, exactly, theyre training in here? he asked, while looking
at the chocobo that had taken a liking to him, wondering how well it would take to a saddle.
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After getting directions and wishes for good luck from Dnana, Harry and the chocobo that was still
following set out again, making their way across the grassy pains of Calm Lands. While
walking the wizard thought through all he had heard, wondering. So many things to
remember and investigate. Sin itself was getting a better shape in his head, but the rest of
it. Monks, knights, crusaders, Summoners, wyrms, Al Bhed what ever they were and so
forth.
He couldnt wait to learn more.
Really interesting world, he murmured to himself, stretching his arms and then throwing one of
them around the chocobos neck, as it came close enough to push at his shoulder
compassionately again. And you too. Youre interesting too. Do you belong to the Chocobo
Knights, perhaps? Or are you really just a wild thing that took a liking to me? Hm? he asked,
but as he scratched the underside of the birds beak, it only warbled happily and didnt
answer.
After hour or so walking, things other than Sin and Spira and how good everything smelled started to
finally come to the Wizard. As he watched how the chocobo clawed some sort of root fromthe ground and ate it happily, he had to wonder about why he wasnt getting hungry at all. It
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had been four, five hours since he had gotten a body, but he wasnt even feeling slightest
bit like he ought to eat something.
Kid? Boy? Ghostly fella with sprinkles on top, you here anywhere? he asked, glancing around
himself until he caught the shadowy shape of the boy in the corner of his eye. Sorry to
bother you whatever you were doing, but this body - do I need to feed it?
Your physical form is the construction of your spirit and memories, given shape by the powers of
this world, the boy answered. You cannot die because you arent alive.
So, thats a no then, Harry murmured. If he couldnt starve to death it made sense his body
wouldnt need any food. Wont it be a bit suspicious if I never need to eat? Do I need to
sleep? he wondered.
You dont need to, but you can, the boy said. Eat too, only you will get nothing from it.
Okay. Neat, the wizard nodded slowly. Being dead in this place was a much sweeter deal than
being dead back on Earth - there the best he had been able to do was float around and
occasionally scare people. Here he got all the perks of being human without the weaknesses.
How many dead people are there here? Mean, do they all get this? he asked, pointing at
himself. If everyone could get it, then the place ought to be full of walking dead.
Some. More than necessary, perhaps. Not all can, though, most get corrupt, the boy answered.
And a Summoner has a power to Send the dead onwards, and to the Farplane.
That your version of Afterlife? Harry mused. And Sending is your version of exorcism. Okay. How
does that work - and can people tell that Im dead? Because if some Summoner will just
know, that will be a bit awkward.
If you take steps, they will not know - and a Sending is a prayer that takes time, if you are fast
enough you can avoid it, the ghost boy answered. He hesitated for a moment. We, that
is the Fayth know you are here. We can take steps to protect you from such things.
If Im to save you lot, Id suggest you get to it. Much good I will do to you all if someone just ups and
prays me out of this world, Harry answered before frowning. Youre the Fayth? he asked.
The Fayth Summoners pray to get their Aeons or whatever? How does that work?
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The boy explained. The way Harry figured it was that the Aeons were creatures of spirit magic, that
peoples souls gave form to. The souls were attached to crystals or whatever, and when a
Summoner took enough time to ask for it, the soul of the Aeon, or the Fayth, granted him or
her the ability to call the Aeon - by linking that Summoner to itself and to the Aeon,
somehow.
So, basically, the temples housed the horcruxes of aeons and the power of Spira could go as far as to
multiply the body for that horxcux if it was called right? No, that probably wasnt it, but
trying to fit it into the terms of Earths magic made it simpl er for Harry. It had been so long,
but it still made better sense to Harry than the other stuff.
And theres how many of the Aeons?
Eight, and the Final Summoning, which works differently, the boy explained. Most Summoners
only find half of them.
Okay, Harry nodded before giving the boy a look. I hope you dont expect me to get them all - or
any of them - because me and praying, weve never gotten along. Especially since I died.
The boy looked a bit taken aback for a moment, before he let out a small chuckle. I dont know, he
admitted. We were ready to give the Aeons to you, but if you dont want them what waydo you think you can help us?
I dont know, Harry shrugged and grinned. Well see, shall we?
He found the camp of the Chocobo Knights shortly before the sun started setting and the air started
to get a hint of coolness to it. He nearly missed the entire camp as he enjoyed the new smell
in the wind, and in the end only ended up not missing it thanks to the chocobo, who started
kwehing and warbling - to which several others chocobos warbled and kwehed back ingreeting.
The camp was pretty simple, Harry noted as he approached. There were some tents and fences
made from wooden poles that were connected by ropes. The chocobos were penned up in
the rope fences, while some armoured people practiced with swords and lances while others
tended to some chocobos on the side. One of them Harry noted with fascination, was fitting
some sort of armour onto one of the chocobos. It looked fairly impressive.
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As he walked closer and the people noticed him, he was greeted by waves and calls before couple of
people approached him, eying him and the chocobo that was nuzzling into his shoulder
anxiously, from between looking and warbling at the other chocobos. Are you here to
join? a dark haired man with no-nonsense type of face asked, his chest plate impressively
full of scratches.
Harry nodded. Sure, he said, and grinned. He hadnt thought it would be so easy. Where can I sign
up?
It turned out to be a bit easier - there was no signing up. Apparently aside from being there to train,
the Knights had also posted several recruitment posters all over the place in hopes of getting
new recruits. He was among the few that had turned up.
People tend to rather go to the Crusaders - think they are bigger and better organised, not to
mention under the command of the church, Captain Adrak explained, after hearing that
Harry had heard of them from the merchant of the Calm Lands. It is true, of course, bu t we
Chocobo Knights are much more flexible, and we obviously travel lighter and faster. Now,
what kind of experience do you have?
Harry eyed field, where some senior knights were instructing their newest recruits on how to hold
lances. Some, sir. Ive ridden feathery creatures before and Ive held a sword. Never done
both at the same time, though - or either in excessive amounts, he said thoughtfully. Iveseen battles though.
Excellent, Adrak clapped his heavily gloved hands together before standing up and looking over at
one of the tents, where slightly elder man was scowling at a badly chipped sword. Lets see
how you do with a sword then. Oi, Tar, you think we got training armour that will fit what
was your name again?
Its Harry, sir, the wizard answered, standing up as well.
Hm. Unusual name. Okay, armour for Harry here - and get me some training swords!
While the chocobo that had been following him made friends with the other chocobos, Harry was
lead to an open area near the tents, where the slightly elder man named Tar handed him
and Adrak a pair of wooden training swords. Curiously Harry waved his around, trying to get
a feel to it. It was no sword of Gryffindor, definitely not - it was wood, for one, but also the
blade was wider and longer, and the handle was long enough for both hands. Yet he was
fairly certain it wasnt a two handed sword.
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We usually use lances, rather than swords - they are simply more efficient from the back of a
chocobo to use, Adrak said, while whirling his sword almost absently in his grip. But there
will of course be times when we cannot fight whilst mounted, and in those times a lance
might be too long.
Right, right, Harry nodded. Now what, sir?
A whole lot of training, it turned out. Adrak spent exactly three minutes testing Harry with the sword
before dubbing him a complete novice, and putting him with the other novices. Harry didnt
mind - because he was learning how to sword fight, and how awesome was that? Not to
mention about the fact that he was moving and fighting and learning and feeling it all.
The high of having a body to experience the stuff with still hadnt gone away and Harry was starting
to think it was never going to. He was pretty okay with that.
After about hour or so of sword training, of swinging again and again and again at this angle and that
angle, of learning how to grip a sword right and how to brace for the impact of swords
meeting and what not, their trainer called the training over for the day. As the other novices
sighed with relieve and dropped their swords, eagerly making their way to a near by table
where someone had laid out some sandwiches and what not, Harry waved his sword some
more. He wasnt hungry at all - and seriously, sword fighting.
Harry. That chocobo of yours? Adrak asked, as he finally left the sword in favour of trying to hold
onto the pretence of being living breathing human. Shes tame, isnt she?
Frowning, Harry glanced over to where some of the knights were trying to get a saddle onto the bird
that had following him. The bird was ducking out of the way and flapping its wings
threateningly at them, even while warbling excitedly like it was just a game. To it, it probably
was. I dont know, sir. It just started following meearlier today. She? Harry asked.
Yes, its a female, Adrak nodded before giving him a considering look. A wild chocobo started
following you? What did you do - lure her with greens?
No I didnt, sir, I just Harry trailed away, not entirely sure how to explain. It just sort of
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Ah, well. Some of the chocobos of these plains are like that. They all used to be tame at one point in
history - the chocobos here are descendants of ones that were left behind or which escaped
- or laid eggs onto the plains - and which then became feral, Adrak murmured thoughtfully.
Some of them still grow easily fond of humans, if youre lucky enough to encounter one like
that. I suppose we will have to see if she can be trained then, he mused and then glanced at
Harry. Do you think you could put a saddle on her?
I could try, sir, but no promises, Harry answered, shrugging his shoulders. Right now it seems she
just thinks its a game.
Its definitely better than it would be if shed thought it was an attack, Adrak said, clapping his
shoulder heavily. Itll have to wait until tomorrow though. Its getting late. Now, how about
you get something to eat and well see if we can fit you in the tents?
Sounds like a plan, Captain, Harry agreed.
He ended up not sleeping a wink that night and spent the entire night just lying in the bedroll
assigned to him, staring at the roof of the tent while around him the other novices snored a
way. It wasnt a bad experience at all - the sounds of people breathing and how the
chocobos moved around in the pen, clawing the ground there were worse things to listen.
Like absolute nothing. That had gotten tiresome after few days - and he seriously didnt want to
know how long he had been listening to it. Longer than any sane person had any business
listening to nothing.
Sighing contently, Harry closed his eyes. He loved Spira. Such a hospitable place.
x
It took him a couple of days to get hang of the sword in the way that somewhat satisfied his trainer.
That was about the time it also took to get the chocobo that had been following him to
settle down enough to accept a saddle. Harry was pretty certain that once the chocobo had
been saddled, it would be safe to try and mount her, but the Knights seemed to disagree, so
he didnt.
Even if shes half tame already, shes still a wild bird and might take badly to having a man on her
back. And chocobos kick can break a mans spine easy enough. Let her get used to the
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saddle first, and see how we ride the other birds, the man mostly in charge of the chocobos
and their gear, Mertyn, said. Then well see how shell handle it.
Sure, sir, if you say so. Im in no rush, Harry answered. Its just that Ive never ridden a chocobo,
specifically. Maybe I should try it out before I try her - itll probably go better if one of us has
an idea what theyre doing.
The man laughed and clapped his shoulder before taking him to his own chocobo, Berka, who was
among the oldest and most docile chocobos in the regiment. With Meryns guidance, Harry
fitted his new combat boot into the stirrup, before taking hold of the saddle and lifting
himself up and astride on the birds back. It was surprisingly easy, though considering that
his past experiences with winged mounts were mostly hippogriff and thestrals and he had
never as much as seen a saddle before, maybe that was it.
Okay, now. Fit your legs along the shape of his wings, maybe a little bit underneath them, Mertyn
directed. And squeeze your calves in, but not too much, dont dig your heels into his sides,
but squeeze well enough to hold yourself steady. We need tend to need both our hands to
hold lances or swords and our shields, so we dont use reigns in the battle and the way you
guide your bird is mostly by the centre of your weight. If you shift forward, the chocobo will
move forward, if you lean left, the chocobo will also. So you need to hold a good grip with
your legs. Got it?
Yes, sir, got it, Harry agreed, and then tried. He had always had a certain bond with winged
creatures - Hedwig, Fawkes, Buckbeak, the thestrals of Hogwarts, not to mention about all
the other creatures that had came afterwards. But, after half an hour on chocobos back, he
decided that the yellow birds were his new favourites. The way the bird followed his
guidance reminded him a bit of a way a person guided a broom - and though it wasnt
exactly flying, it was so much better than the hang-on-and-hope-you-dont-fall he had used
to hippogriffs and thestrals.
Good job, Harry, good job, Mertyn said, after he had gotten the hang of the steering. Youre
taking to this like chocobo to a green. Now, lets try some more difficult manoeuvres. Can Iget a shield and practice lance in here?! he called to Tar, who grumbled and left the blade
he had been tending to get the requested items.
It turned out that learning to ride a chocobo was nothing. Learning to ride one like a Chocobno
Knight would probably take years. It was so amazing - like medieval knights, except on birds
and with lighter equipment, and slightly less oriented towards raw charging and more to
quick manoeuvring. A horse wouldve never moved as easily or lightly as a chocobo, after all
- and man could the birds jump. They hop over each other and each bird was something like
seven feet tall. At the very least!
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Its a start, Mertyn pronounced after Harry wobbled down from Berkas back, his knees a bit shaky
and his heart pumping with adrenaline. He felt so alive that for a moment he swore he had
forgotten that he wasnt - he was even perspiring and everything! And his bum was probably
on blisters! He could get blisters!
How long did it take for you to learn that weird zigzag turn, sir? Harry asked while rubbing his
backside awkwardly. When Mertyn had demanded him to try the manoeuvre meant to be
used to weave through a crowd, Berka had nearly knocked him off the saddle four times.
I invented it. Most of the manoeuvres of the Bevelle Chocobo Knighs are my inventions, Mertyn
said grinning. It took a some doing to perfect it, though, and it tends to take some months
before novices master it. Im shocked you stayed on saddle, people usually fall the first
time.
That sounds vaguely familiar, Harry murmured, shaking his head. But if most of them were
invented by Mertyn How old are the Bevelle Chocobo Knights anyway, sir?
Stop calling me sir. I got a name. And theyre not that old, less than ten years I think. The Djose
Chocobo Knights are older, almost fifteen years or so, but in comparison to the crusaders
were still just ducklings, the physically elder man answered, folding his arms. We started
just around the time when the last calm was, wasnt it? Sin used to hang around the Calm
Lands a lot before that, so no one here dared to try and tame chocobos - Im from Miihenroad myself, born and bred. Thats where I learned to handle the birds.
Right, Harry nodded and stretched his arms. They were both still shaky after holding the heavy
shield and lance for so long. He was aching - it was brilliant. I dont think me and lances
agree much. Do you think I could use a spear instead sir? I mean, Mertyn.
Some do, but I think lances are better for ramming - the grip is designed for it, after all, the man
answered thoughtfully. I think Tars working on a sort of split though. You could ask him.
We have some other long weapons too, you can have a look.
Harry did. There were a lot of weapons from lances to spears to swords of several different length -
one of them being what looked like seven-foot-katana or something. There were also some
things which looked like pitchforks and such, but the one Harry took immediate liking to was
a weapon with a spear-like long shaft, and then what looked like a sabre for a blade.
A naginata, Tar grunted, after taking the weapon off the rack. Not bad choice for your build -
youre on the shorter side, not too heavy either. Let me adjust the shaft for you and then
you can have a go at it.
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Adjusting the shaft apparently meant cutting a great part off it, it turned out. Tar measured it very
carefully though, leaving the shaft exactly as long as Harry was tall, with the sabre-like blade
adding good thirteen inches of extra. Alright, lets see how you handle it, then, the
weapon smith said.
It couldve gone better, but the wood of the shaft felt better than the leather of a sword grip or the
metal of a lance. Harry wasnt entirely sure, but the thing mightve even conducted a magic
a bit - it felt warm in his hand, sparkling. Can you do anything special with this, sir? he
asked carefully, after spending a moment swinging the thing around.
All my weapons work as focuses, well enough, Tar said, glaring at him.
focuses?
Yes, damn it, they all conduct magic just as well as any crusader weapon, Tar snapped. Do you
think that Id make sub-bar weapons, huh?
No, no, not at all, Harry quickly assured, holding his hands up in sign of peace. He heard a chuckle
coming from behind him, and glanced over his shoulder to see their Captain.
You sound lively. Are you interested in trying some magic, Harry? Adrak asked, walking closer. He
was holding a shield that seemed to have a broken strap. We have some knights who used
to be warrior monks or were considering being in the crusaders, so we make sure that all
black and white mages can use their skills without any trouble. The training weapons are the
only ones who arent focuses - but thats because theyre only meant to be used to learn the
forms of fighting, rather than to fight.
Harry nodded slowly. So, focus was like a wand, except all weapons were like that. And apparently
magic users were common. White mages and black mages, huh? Interesting. He had to
wonder which one he was. Mind if I try? he asked, waving the naginata experimentally. It
would be brilliant if he could use old Earth magic.
Go ahead, if you think you can, Tar said, folding his arms.
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Dont mind him, hes always like this. You can try over there - or if you want practice on a target, we
can set something up, Adrak said, sizing Harry up. It would be great to have an
experienced magic user in the Knights. Especially a white mage.
Let me have a go at first, sir, well see how I do and what I am afterwards, Harry answered, and
walked to the area the Captain had pointed out. After few test swings and trying to get feel
of the thing, he took the thing into both hands. Now how were these focuses used here?
Was he supposed to point it like a wand, or thrust it, or swing it or Shaking his head and
deciding not to over think it, Harry pointed the weapon forward, and at the grass before
him.
The silent cutting hex came out better than he thought. A gauge appeared into the ground, not very
long or deep, but definitely there. Blinking and then grinning, Harry pulled the naginata back
and then swung it forward, this time sending jet of water across the high grass. The waterattack came out at surprising speed and sharpness - it actually cut some of the grass down
before breaking into a loose wave.
It seems to be working just fine, he mused, spinning the naginata and then holding it at his side. It
was no wand though - the spells were somehow sharper than he remembered them to be,
but not as powerful and that deep companionship he had always felt with his wand was
completely missing. Maybe because the naginata had been given to him, and he hadnt won
it.
So, youre a black mage then, Adrak said, approaching him. How much experience do you have
with magic? What kind of magic can you do?
This and that, sir. My shield charms are better than my other spells, but I do well enough with
attack magic too, Harry answered thoughtfully. So, attack spells made him a black mage.
Alright. So as long as being a black mage didnt get him immediately branded as evil, he was
fine with that. Do the knights have any white mages? he asked, wondering about that.
What was white magic, if black magic was combat magic?
Tar, if you can believe, can cast some - he can even cast a Curaga in a bind. But thats about it. If the
Miihen Knights or Djose Knights have healers, I dont know, the Captain sighed and
thoughtfully ran his hand through his short cropped hair. How much magic can you cast in
one go - whats your limit? And do you think you could learn other magic, say, Haste? Or do
you know it already? And do you know if youre just black magic oriented, or could you learn
some white magic, maybe Esuna? It would be useful to have at least one person who knows
that one.
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I dont know, Harry answered slowly. So, white magic was healing magic. He could get behind that
type of categorising, though he had to wonder where stuff like levitation and banishment
charms and such went, though, house hold charms and such. Or transfiguration and things
like that. And what was Haste or Esuna? Well, Haste could mean only so many things, but
How do you learn them? Its been a while since I learned the stuff I know now, so
Talk to Tar, he might be able to help. If he feels like it, the Captain said. If you could do it sooner
rather than later, it would be better. If theres any chance you might be able to learn
Esuna
Were in a hurry? Harry asked, glancing at the Captain.
We are training for a reason, Adrak said, and gave him a look. I suppose the others havent told
you about it yet? Theres plans for a joint mission to fight sin in the works. Us knights will be
part of it, along with the crusades and the Al Bhed, if they can get them to join the mission.
Thats why were training here now, so that were ready if the mission will happen.
A joint mission to fight sin? Harry asked slowly. But sir, I thought Sin was unpredictable. How can
you plan a mission against something when you cant know when or where it will be?
Adrak smiled slightly. I believe the Crusaders have captured Sin spawns, he said. Its believed thatwhen enough of Sin spawns are brought together, Sin himself will show up. The idea is to
lure Sin into a spot where we can attack it at all possible sides. Or, that is what they plan, but
only if the Al Bhed join in.
Why only if they join? the wizard asked, wondering.
Because they have the forbidden Machina. We Knights and the Crusaders dont have any means of
fighting something like Sin, not really, but the Al Bhed have cannons and such, Adrak saidand then sighed. I dont much care for this plan myself, to be honest, but it is the best plan I
have heard in a long while. Usually all we can do is fight sin spawns that the monster himself
leaves behind and then help rebuilding what Sin destroyed. This operation, if it pulls
through, might be the best chance we will ever get at actually doing something - aside from
protecting Summoners and wishing them well.
Ah, Harry nodded. Sin came back for its spawn? That was fairly odd behaviour for a immortal
monster. As Adrak headed away, Harry ran his hand over his messy black hair, staring up to
the sky. Machina, if it was cannon, had to mean technology then and the Al Bhed were the
only ones who had it? Well, if it was forbidden, he could maybe finally understand Dnanas
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conflicted feelings about them a little better. Forbidden technology, Crusaders and Knights
and great big whopping monster, immortal and nearly unstoppable what a world.
After a moment of thinking, Harry grinned. An operation to fight Sin was just what he needed to get
a nice good look at the beast himself. Joining the Chocobo Knights had ended up being a
better idea than he had thought.
x
Harry had just gotten over the disappointment after Tar had informed him that no, he couldnt teach
him any white magic, when Adrak informed them that they would be moving from Calm
Lands to Miihen highroad.
I got a message from Captain Lucil - she wants us to start training together so that all the knights
can move as one when the time comes, and I agree with her reasoning. We need to move
with same formations and to do that, we need to learn those formations together, Adrak
said to the group of knights and novices. It doesnt seem were going to get any more
recruits here, in any case.
And no wonder - its much more profitable to join the monks, so anyone in Bevelle who wants
anything to for with fighting will rather go to them. Spoiled brats, Tar muttered in the back.
Quite, Adrak agreed with a sigh. I was hoping we could make use of the monster arena here, but I
suppose it doesnt matter now. Its best we pack now and start to get ready to move as soon
as possible - the sooner we go, the sooner we can join our brothers in Miihen Highroad.
Monster arena? Harry asked from another novice.
Yeah. Some weird guy has this arena in the west side of the plains - for the Summoners. When they
come here, they want to train some more, so they go to the monster arena to test their skills
and summons, because they know they wont get another chance after they go to Mt
Gagazet, the novice, Egea said. Well, that was the original idea anyway. I think the Ronsos
use it more than Summoners do.
As the other knights headed around, starting to collect their things and pulling the tents down, Harry
wondered about such a concept as monster arena. He had seen some hints of beasts in the
fields, but they had seemed to be avoiding him for the most part. It was pity no one had toldhim about the place - he wouldve loved to check it out.
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You, rookie. Come here, Tar snapped him out of his ideas, making Harry turn around. The man was
already walking away though, towards the supply tent, and Harry had to jog after him. Ive
been remodelling some armour for you. Lets get this over with, the surly weapon smith
said, pointing a spot. Stand there, take off that ridiculous jacket.
Its not ridiculous, Harry answered automatically, but undressed it. He rather liked the jacket, it
was familiar enough, but he had to admit that the long hem had been a bit bothersome
while training and he had ended up mostly going without it and just wearing his shirt
instead.
Okay. Lets start with something proper. Here. Put these on, Tar said throwing him a short leather
jacket and trousers with strange padding here and there. Rising a single eyebrow at it, Harry
quickly pulled them on, despite how weird it felt to be wearing something that was so tight
to his skin, knowing now better than to start arguing with the man. Tar had nearly stabbed
him when he had asked about white magic one time too many.
The padding made more sense, when Tar started pulling out the pieces of the armour set. First guard
that covered his shoulders, shoulder blades and upper arms, which were connected to each
other and to guards that went to either side of his hips by long leather straps that went
neatly over the padded points of the jacket. Then a chest plate and the matching plate on
the back, also connected by straps.
As Harry marvelled the craftsmanship and felt fairly brilliant under the weight of the armour, Tar
went about fastening shin guards around his legs and over his knees, before taking out
plates which went over his thighs and were strapped to the guards at Harrys hips. The
assembly was complete with long gauntlets and gloves of sturdy, thick leather.
All in all, the get up was heavier than he had thought, but not as heavy as he has feared - it definitely
had a presence, but it wasnt overwhelming. The padding buffered the whole thing nicely
and the weight wasnt concentrated anywhere, but rather spread all throughout. Harry alsosuspected that hed be thanking the padding to high heavens after few hours of wearing the
armour - it didnt feel that much weight now, but after a while it probably would.
There, Tar said, after testing the armour by tugging on it here and there, and finally handed him a
helmet. Now you look like a Chocobo Knight.
Harry eyed the helmet for a moment. It was definitely designed with the chocobo motif in mind - the
visor was sharp and the entire helmet kind of reminded him of a chocobos head, especiallysince it had a tail of long yellow feathers.
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The armour obviously has some openings - we cant make it fully covering without making it too
heavy, Tar said. Im still trying to get the Captain to approve some chain mail, but that
might have to wait until after the operation, if it ever happens.
Okay, Harry nodded, before lifting the helmet up. It at first felt a little loose around his head, and
he said as much.
Ill see if I can add some padding, Tar agreed, taking the helmet. Not all knights wear a helmets,
mind you, but the ones that dont arecomplete idiots. You fall of a chocobos back on full
run and dont have a helmet - and its a trip to the Farplane for you next. Give me a
moment.
Harry nodded thoughtfully as the man went to get the padding and waved his hands around a little
to see how well he could move. It was a bit constricting around the shoulders, he couldnt
lift his arms straight up, but other than that the armour wasnt really that stifling. And he
wouldnt have minded even if it had been because he was wearing armour. He was a knight.
How bloody awesome was that?
If all Chocobo Knighs dont wear helmets, does it mean that not all of them wear armour either?
Harry asked.
Well, theres no form as far as the knights go. Were still new and we have next to no rules as far as
gear goes - hell, most of us dont have the funds to kit ourselves properly. We Bevelle
Knights got lucky with Captain Adrak - he can raise funding like no other, Tar said, coming
back and lifting the helmet to Harrys head. Hows that?
Definitely better, Harry nodded, and lifted his chin as the man strapped the helmet strap under his
chin.
With a satisfied nod, Tar slammed the visor down to cover the upper half of Harrys face. How well
can you see?
Pretty well, Harry answered. Especially since he hadnt even thought of needing glasses since
coming to Spira. Maybe death cured people of their eyesight problems? What about else
where? There are other factions of knights, arent there?
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Us Bevelle Knights, then the Djose Knights and the Miihen Knights. They both operate in mostly
Miihen highroad, but the Miihen Knights also have people from Kilika and Besaid, while
Djose Knights have people from above Miihen highroad and from Djose obviously, Ta r
nodded. We Bevelle Knights wear heaviest armours of all of the Chocobo Knights, he
added proudly. Mostly thanks to myself, of course.
Of course, the wizard answered with a straight face. What kind of armour the others wear then?
Tar scoffed. The Miihen Knight barely wear any armour at all at times, just jackets and such. Were
also the only ones who seriously carry shields - some of the Djose Knights carry them too,
sure, but theyre mostly more spear and lance oriented. We have the benefit ofbigger
chocobos, though - the Calm Land chocobos grow good hundred pounds heavier than other
chocobos do.
Cool, Harry nodded. So, when will I get a shield?
Right now, Tar said, and clapped him heavily on the armoured shoulder. Come this way and well
find something that fits you and your naginata.
Harry ended up getting fairly light and small shield - usable, but definitely smaller than most of the
Bevelle Knights used. It was Tars decision, the man had said that he needed a shield hecould easily release if he needed to grip his weapon with both hands, but it was fine for
Harry. He had only been in the knights about a week but he knew well enough it would take
months and years before hed be good enough to make that sort of decisions.
Now. Lets find Mertyn and see what we can cook up for that bird of yours, Tar said, and Harry
followed him out of the tent. To be one armoured man among couple of dozen was
definitely better than to be the cloth-wearing novice, he decided, and smiled proudly to
himself as they went hunting for the chocobo specialist.
It turned out that the chocobo that had been dubbed as Harrys chocobo had already been kitted up.
The bird was now wearing a fairly new looking breast plate proudly, prancing around among
the other chocobos and preening all the way. I didnt try putting a chamfron on her yet -
figured you ought to do that.
Chamfron? Harry asked, a bit confused, and was promptly handed what looked like a helmet for a
chocobo. Oh, okay then. Chamfron, Harry agreed and made a mental note to see if the
pieces of his armour had names. They probably werent all called guards or plates.
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Shaking his head, he tugged the chamfron under his arm, before approaching the bird that had taken
liking to him. She warbled with slight confusion, tilting her head to the side, before letting
out an excited warble and coming closer. Realising that she probably hadnt recognised him
under the armour, Harry chuckled softly and scratched the underside of her beak. He had
yet to try and ride her, but in the last days she had gotten used to all sort of saddles and had
carried even some luggage without a problem.
Lets see what kind of mood youre today, shall we? he asked, and as she cooed happily into his
hand, he lifted the chamfron to her head. She took it surprisingly well, pulling back a couple
of times and shaking her wings a little, but staying still as he, with Metryns directions, tied
the chamfron on. Whos my pretty girl? You are, yes you are, Harry cooed to the bird once
the face guard was in place, giving her all the scratching she desired.
Probably better you try riding her now, Mertyn said, as the bird cooed happily at Harry and Tarheaded off to pack his things. If I know the Captain, well be moving out within couple of
hours. Well need to know if you can ride her or if you will be riding with someone before
then, the man explained and then grinned. Youre suitably protected now too, if she
decides to throw you off.
Lets try it then, Harry agreed, chuckling.
The bird didnt end up shaking him off- somewhat anticlimactically, she only seemed slightly puzzledto have him on her back, but not too bothered by it. Steering proved out to be a bit of a
problem as she wasnt used to be commanded around like that, and Harry, though he had
learned some about chocobo riding, was no expert at it. After few starts and long moments
spent just standing still, they managed to find something resembling of unity, and managed
to ride a couple of times around the camp without trouble - before she decided that they
were going for a run and nearly carried him off the camp entirely.
Harry managed to persuade her to turn back just in time, for couple of knights to see him and decide
that him and his overly excited bird needed some weight to slow them down. While Harry
tried to keep his chocobo still, the knights added some bags to the saddle, along with one ofthe already packed tents and some cooking supplies. The chocobo faltered a little under the
weight, but mostly because of surprise than strain, and seeing that the other birds were
getting even heavier loads, Harry didnt feel too worried.
Hour or so later, after everything had been packed with surprising speed and everything had been
checked and re-checked, the entire company was ready to move. Harry, who hadnt seen all
of the knights in one place before, was both surprised how many of them - and somewhat
disappointed, because really, twenty seven knights wasnt that many when you knew that
they were about half of the entire regiment. Fifty, sixty knights wasnt that much - and some
eight of them were rookies like him.
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Alright,Chocobo Knights. Its been a good training weve been doing, everyones been working
hard, Captain Adrak said, as they lined up - Harry with some difficulty, since his chocobo
wanted to get going already and standing still wasnt apparently fun for her.
Good job everyone, Adrak nodded, before looking ahead. Theres still a long way to go, but were
definitely getting there. Now, first well go to Macalania woods, before we move onto
Bevelle where we will spend the night. Depending on the time we arrive at Bevelle, you may
get the night off. He eyed them in silence for a moment before nodding. Lets move out,
he then said, and turned his chocobo around.
Harry shifted into a better position on his chocobos saddle, before leaning forward and setting out
with the others, as with impressive thunder of talons against the soil of the plains, they left
the camp site. He had no idea how long the journey would be or how fast it would be
crossed - chocobos could run pretty fast, after all - but either way, he was fairly sure he was
going to be sore by the end of it and, as wonderful as it was to feel things, he wasnt sure if
that was a feeling he much liked.
Do you have a plan? the ghost boys voice asked, and glancing over his shoulder Harry saw the kid,
sitting behind him with his back against the back plate of wizards armour.
Im working on it, the wizard answered, more in his head than out loud, and looked ahead again,
grinning. I want to see Sin. As a knight, I think I will get the chance pretty soon.
The boy didnt answer for a long while. The others are considering alternatives, he then said,
leaning his head back against the metal of Harrys armour. Or maybe youre the alternative.
We didnt plan for you, but we planned other things. They think we should hold onto those
plans.
Its always good to have backups. I might as well fail, Harry shrugged and glanced at the kid over
his shoulder. Do you have other ghosts in your back pockets you can drag onto this world?
No, the boy shook his head. But we have dreams.
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Macalania woods were incredible. Harry was sure he hadnt seen anything so beautiful in eons and
he had seen the most incredible super novas and gas clouds - even gone through some of
them. A forest seemingly growing out of ice as ice, glimmering and sparkling even in the
slightest bit of light. And yet, despite being so icy, the place wasnt all that cold - it was
damp, sure, but oddly warm considering that there was ice, everywhere.
The winds of the Calm Lands keep this part of the forest warm. Below Bevelle, the Macalania area is
cold, Tar said when he mentioned the warmth. Better enjoy the warmth while it lasts
because after Bevelle its Macalania lake for us, and then the Thunder Plains, and those are
just miserable.
Now youre making me all happy and gleeful that I joined the knights. All the wonderful travelling
you get to do, Harry grinned, lifting his visor and peering up to the sky. The woods had a
canopy of what looked like ice flowers. It was just so incredibly pretty, making himseriously wish he had a camera. How long until we make it to Bevelle?
Not long - we should be there well before night fall, Tar answered. Well be on the actual road
soon - travelling will be quicker then.
Harry hummed a little at that and shook his head. He wouldnt have minded if they had spent an
eternity in the wood - but to know that there would be move of them after Bevelle was
welcome. He could keep on staring them after wards. He needed to get a map of Spira,seriously. Or at least the local areas, just so that he wouldnt be completely in the dark about
it.
Sighing, he leaned his head back, and let the chocobo follow the others as it willed, and just stared.
Calm lands had been a practical feast for his sense of smell, and Macalania woods was
definitely one for his eyes. The passing gratitude for having miraculously repaired eyesight
returned now with full force and contently he smiled, knowing hed remember the place
long after he had left Spira behind. It was just so very pretty
It was in the Macalania woods that both Harry and his chocobo started to feel the weight of their
respective armours. Harrys shoulders were starting to ache and it felt like he couldnt move
his arms at all, while below him the chocobo drooped a little, swaying as it took steps. While
Harry considered cheating and starting to add featherweight charms onto everything, or
maybe loosing some of the plates - of all the knights, only he and Adrak were wearing full
sets - the knights at his side chuckled.
You dont think I put you in full armour for no reason, do you? Tar scoffed. No, you need to get
used to the weight. You and especially your bird.
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Oh. That makes sense, Harry nodded slowly. No feather weight charms then, it wouldnt be much
of a training if he cheated. Sighing he patted his chocobos neck. Hang in there, girl.
Well be in Bevelle soon, you both can loosen some of the weight then, Mertyn chuckled and then
gave him a thoughtful look. Have you thoughtof a name for your bird yet?
Harry frowned. He hadnt given it any thought. Glancing down, he gave the brilliant yellow chocobo
he was riding a thoughtful look, wondering. Reaching out, he ran his gloved hand over the
bright feathers of his birds back and nodded to himself. Sol, he said, and the bird let out a
happy warble in answer.
Sol, Mertyn said slowly and nodded. What does it mean?
Its the old name of a star I once knew, Harry answered, smiling a little at the memory. When Earth
had gone to icy sleep, sun really had tried to keep it warm. It hadnt felt so cold, with the sun
always shining, even when the entire planet had been covered by miles of ice.
Shaking his head, Harry patted Sols neck before looking up ahead. By the looks of it, they had finally
found the road - if it could be called that, it was really only a slightly wider path through thebeautiful frozen forests. Ten more miles until Bevelle, Adrak called from the front. Lets
step up the pace a little.
x
Bevelle was like nothing Harry had imagined. After seeing the tent-building of the Calm Lands store,
and the tents of the Chocobo Knights, he had suspected that the city would be fairly
simplistic, maybe a bit exotic in terms of design, but probably kind of plain.
It was so far from plain and simple that he felt a little embarrassed. It was incredible. It stood some
twenty meters high on a sort of enormous platform, with walls looping around it, most likely
to protect it from Sin. Inside the walls the buildings were mostly made of red stone and the
designs were incredibly artistic - in the way Earths architecture had been once, before
function had started became more important than outlooks, except in completely different
way. The city arched and looped and so did the buildings - and more than that, the city
reached upwards in form of sturdy towers and bridges that crossed between sections of
what seemed to be a palace.
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The temple gets me every time, Metryn sighed, looking up to the palace and making a strange
gesture with his hands, like holding a ball, before bowing his head. Harry gave him a
considering look and then glanced at the others to see that many of them were making the
same gestures, bowing their heads at the temple. Looking up again, Harry wondered if he
was seeing Spiras version of Mecca or something.
Alright. We will go straight to the barracks and tend to our chocobos, Adrak called to them, as they
made their way idly down a wide, carefully paved street. Once we are done, you can have
the night to yourselves. Go see your families if you have them - it is unlikely we will make it
back to Bevelle in a while, once we join our brothers in the Miihen highroad. Just be back
and ready to go by sunrise.
But just because youre going to have a night off, that does not mean you get to neglect your
birds,Mertyn added sharply. I see one feather out of line and I will have your hides!
The knights chuckled at that, but Harry could see a couple of them sharing a slightly guilty glances,
apparently having considered it. Grinning, Harry patted Sols neck and then leaned a little
forward to urge the bird to follow others, as Adrak sped up and the others followed suit.
The Chocobo Knight barracks were a bit grander than he had suspected they would be, after the
tents - but considering how rest of Bevelle looked, maybe it wasnt that big of a shock. The
building was grand, with four stories and that same arching beauty that seemed to bedesigned into every building of Bevelle. The stables were in the first floor and the quarters
for the knights were above judging by the looks of it - and there was a small pasture for the
chocobos on the side.
They got down from their saddles in the front of the stables, and judging by the warbling and
kwehing of some of them, they knew they were home. Harry and Sol followed Mertyn and
Berka inside through high double doors obviously made to fit a chocobo, to see that the
stables, while not exactly high fashion, also followed the same designs as the front of the
building.
That ones empty, you can put Sol there. You can get some fresh hay from the back - and there
should be chocobo feed on the pails to the left, Mertyn said. Better remove his gear and
armour first, though.
Harry did, glad that he had been taught the motions even if he hadnt practiced them on Sol first. He
undressed the chamfrom and the chest plate before going about taking off the packs and
finally freeing his bird from the saddle and reigns. While Sol flapped her wings and stretched
her neck, happy to be free of the burden, Harry turned to the stable.
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Keeping a chocobo in the fields and keeping one in a stable were two different things and stables
took some work than a simple green pasture did. Harry didnt mind the work, as he spread
some hay for his chocobo to rest on, and then got Sol something to eat - though he wouldve
preferred not being in a full bleeding armour while he was doing it. By the time he was done
and Sol was happily making herself comfortable in the spot he had painstakingly made for
her, he was sweating like a river and actually getting pretty tired.
A dead man getting tired. What a notion.
Come on, rookie, Tar said, after getting his own sturdy bird into a stable. Lets go upstairs, I want
to see you removing that armour.
Yes, sir, Harry answered. After carefully hanging the saddle and the plates into their designated
places, he collected what little belongings he had - which mostly consisted his old clothing,
his naginata and shield - and followed the elder knight. Tar led him to the stairs and up to
what seemed to be a common room of sorts, and then into a changing room where there
were racks especially set out for peoples armour and gear.
Alright. Heres a spot for you. Get to it, Tar said, pointing at a locker and a rack and folding his
arms expectantly. Sighing, Harry got to work.
Wearing armour was awesome. Getting it off after wearing it for hours was heaven.
Okay, passable, Tar said, after Harry has finished by hanging the shin guards to the rack. Well
have to go through the motions a couple of times for you to get efficient at it, not to
mention about the fact that you probably have no idea how to put the armour on, but well
get to that later. Now, lets stretch you back to shape before your back gets permanently
stuck in that slouch.
Correction, Harry groaned in his head. If getting armour off always included torturous session of
stretching afterwards, then it was hell.
By the time Tar pronounced him about ready and went to get another poor novice to stretch out of
shape, Harry felt like a all the bones in his body were screaming for a vacation, and his
muscles were already trying to escape to one. The high of having a body was definitely
coming down, he decided as he leaned his head from side to side and listened to his spine
crackle. He hadnt though that, despite not needing food or sleep, he could still feel this sort
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of tiredness and pain. It was still probably nowhere near as bad as it couldve been if he had
been alive, but still. The deal with the dead of this world wasnt looking as perfect as it had.
Come on, one of the other novices said, clapping him on the shoulder. Lets get washed and
changed and see if we can find a place to soothe our sores and aches in. Preferably with
large amounts of liquor.
I like that plan, Harry groaned in answer and rubbed his aching shoulder. What was with these
people and clapping other people on the shoulders? Especially when those shoulders were
covered by armour-bruises and sores.
Regardless of that or how the other novice laughed at him he went, after a nice warm bath and
quick change into his robe-cloak which was really a jacket. Bevelles nightlife turned out to
be about as nice looking as its day life, with the pub they went to being one of the fanciest
pubs ever - regardless of the fact that it was also, apparently, Bevelles cheapest. It had
fancy lightning and fancy tables and fancy chairs and the waitresses were all very fancy too.
After a few shots of some berry liquor from Besaid, though, Harry didnt really care. Dead people
could get drunk. Who knew?
x
Dead people didnt get hangovers, apparently, of which Harry felt very glad of in the morning when
Tar kicked him and the other novices off their bunks. He wasnt entirely sure how or when
he had gotten there in the previous night - or why he had decided to go to sleep when he
even didnt need sleep. Things had gone a bit blurry after the fifth shot, and all he could
remember was that there had been a really nice statue in the bar and that he had probably
spent most of the night marvelling it.
Get up, you knaves, Tar spat at them. Were setting off in a hour and Adrak wants you lot washed
and tidied before we go. Up, up and to it!
While the other novices moaned about sadists and Sin spawns, Harry stretched his arms
experimentally. The kinks of wearing armour were still there, but not as bad as in the
previous night. Happy and not just a little bit gleeful, he jumped up, and left his hangover
suffering novice mates to their gruelling tasks of trying to get up from their beds, and went
to find a shower.
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You know, I say this with all the respect I can possibly muster, but youre weird as hell, said one of
the other novices, after staggering to the shower as well.
It was a pretty statue, Harry said a bit defensively, though he couldnt remember much about it.
You are talking about the statue, right? he then asked, wondering if he had done
something else except marvel the statue. He mightve.
Well, that was weird too, but Im talking about the girl. She kept throwing herself at you and you,
what, taught her how to do tricks with gil? the other man frowned, trying to remember.
Oh, that. Meh, Harry answered, and turned to the shower. He remembered it, vaguely. A young
woman with long bright red hair. She had been pretty alright. She had also been a she. And a
redhead. Not my game, that.
Not your game? The hell?
Harry shrugged. Lost my taste in women after my first marriage, he answered honestly. Ginny had
been a handful, yes she had been. And you dont need to be so mad about it - I tried to
push the gal to you, didnt I? Can you pass me the soap?
The other novice gave him a strange look but passed the soap. After your first marriage. You still
got married again?
Yeah, did. Three times. Just, not to women, Harry shrugged and got back to washing. There was a
long silence before the other novice barked a laugh and got to work as well, shaking his head
and chuckling every now and then. He probably thought it was a joke. Harry shrugged again
and ignored it in favour of washing his hair.
After washing and drying and dressing up to the padded leathers, Harry got back to his armour with
Tar watching the process carefully and correcting him when he was about to strap
something wrong. Once he was done and Tar had moved onto helping the other novices,
Harry got his things, his shield and his naginata, and then headed down to the stables to see
Sol - who, like other chocobos, were warbling and kwehing in their stables, all ready to go.
Well, not quite. Harry sighed and set his things down so that he could tend to Sol - to gear her and
get her ready for travel. Once she was set and waiting in the pen, he went about cleaning
the stable. Another thing that had been easier to handle in the plains, he mused.
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Good, were all here, Adrak said once they had all gathered outside - and that was really all of
them. Harry, who stood in the side with Sol and the other novices and their birds, watched
with little bit of awe as the fifty senior knights all stood in neat line with their armoured
birds standing stock still beside them. How long had they trained, he wondered while doing
his best to keep Sol from acting up.
Well set out in a moment. Lieutenant Darak will go first with his squadron, as theyre the fastest,
then Lieutenant Harna and her squadron. Myself, my Knights and the novices will keep the
tail. We will meet at the Macalania temple in two days, the Captain said. Any questions?
he waited for a moment and when no one said anything he nodded. Alright. Darak, you can
go.
Yes, sir! the man snapped and turned to the dozen knights around him. Chocobo Knights, move
out!
As the first squad headed off, the talons of their birds drumming a tattoo onto the pavement, Adrak
turned to the novices. Any of you unfamiliar with the southern Macalania? Dont be shy, we
need to know if youre poorly kitted for the weather.
Harry lifted his hand, along with one other novice. Adrak eyed them and then nodded. Tar, see to
that they have proper gear. We dont want any of us catching cold, he said, glancing at the
armourer before turning to the novices again. Macalania mountains are cold, the coldest
place you will probably ever see. The winds can push you down and if you fall into the rivers,
it is unlikely that you will survive the aftermath. So I dont want any fooling around on the
road - you stick to the path and follow your seniors, they know what to do better than you
do. And if you know whats good for you, you will keep your bird constantly on move and
warm. Their feathers will protect them, but not from everything. Any questions?
Harry lifted one hand. Just one, sir. Is it wise to wear armour in there if its so cold? The metals not
exactly good for keeping warm. Even the senior knights were all in full armour now - aswere their birds. It was very impressive looking, all the men and women gleaming in sunlight
with their helmet tails bright and proud, but it wasnt very functional in cold weather.
Good point. However, the mountains are infested with fiends. We need the protection of armour
more than we need to stay warm - fiends will kill us faster than the weather will, Adrak said
and nodded to them. Tar, see that the novices are kitted, he said, turning away. You have
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