"Raven? Raaaaaven? Get up, or you'll be late!" The darkness faded away as he opened his eyes slowly. Rubbing his eyes wearily a moment, he yawned a bit and smacked his lips. "I swear you take forever. Some Ranger you are." He knew the voice.. But it was impossible to that particular voice. After all they left each other long ago in Vana'diel, so it was just not possible. Yet, there it was. As real as his own heart beat. He spoke softly as his vision came clearer. "Wazzat? Late? Five more minutes... I wuzzup late last night." With that, his eyes closed once more. The familiar voice replied "I know you were up late! I kept you up nearly till two in the morn." That was followed by a snicker and a laugh. The voice spoke again saying "Okay, maybe it was the Tonberries we hunted all night that kept us up. But for all you could have know it could have been me." He replied just as quick as she had finished. "I'd rather have the Tonberries." His eyes opened and he saw her.. Standing as the always did, arms crossed and a bit of a slant in her stance. Her green eyes looking at him with a hint of defiance and that ever superior look on her face. Blonde bangs settled along her face, and her short hair parted in the middle. Her tail swaying back and forth behind her as she moved forward and bent towards him, her small feline ears tilted back and her green eyes looking like emeralds as she laughed and tapped his forehead with her finger. "Now it is time to wake up Sir Ravenlock. You have a meeting with the cabinet concerning your citizenship and your title. It's been three years and it is long overdue. You can.. You can go home.. Back to your home." The way she said the last part tore at him. It's been three years since he left Rhy'din and arrived in Vana'diel, at least it was three years in Vana'diel time. He truly didn't know just how much time had passed in Rhy'din. But in any event it was a lifetime. Here he was Ravenlock, Ranger of the Nation of Bastok. Mythril Musketeer and Knight of the First Order. Fighting in more battles that he could imagine in a long time, friends and foes. Moving his way through the ranks and completing tasks and missions no one wanted. Being treated as an outsider by those in standing for so long, and now here they were prepare to kiss his rear in the politest of senses. All of that he did to escape.. Escape that which was Rhy'din. Escape that which he caused. His eyes looked to Gorg as he smiled faintly . "Yeah, Gorg.. I can go home. But not before we take care of business." As he stood and headed to the wash basin. "Gimme a few minutes to get dressed and we'll have some breakfast at the Elvaan Bistro you like so much. Then we can kill some time doing something you like so much." "You mean?" She replied as she giggled loudly and he nodded in reply. "Yeah Gorg, we'll shoppe."
"This isn't.. This can't.. A dream, this has to be a dream."
He looked in the mirror as he adjusted his Aketon. It was navy blue in color with gold trim. Long sleeves decorated with gold cord along and shoulders and various medals along his chest. This was what a citizen wanted to be and strived for. A decorated knight of the Nation. Gorg came from behind and reach over his shoulders and adjusted the clasp on his solid collar. "You are still a mess Sir Ravenlock. What will I ever do with you?" He replied "Anything except get me sent to the infirmary again." "YOU!! You.. I didn't know the coral was it's butt! It was pretty and I.. I wanted it." He nodded and looked to her a moment as he adjusted his sword. "Yeah, until it laid me put cold while I took the hate from you. That's okay I lost count how many times I have been through that." Gorg, smiled and adjusted her own Aketon she wore. Hers was Hunter Green in color and was from the Nation of Windhurst. She was not from Bastok but she was treated as a Knight. She assisted Raven's group in their final campaign against the Beastmen and the Zilart. She has been with him since his first month and they were the best of friends. Today he would join her in both status and fame.
"This isn't.. Why am I back?"
(more to come)
"This isn't.. This can't.. A dream, this has to be a dream."
He looked in the mirror as he adjusted his Aketon. It was navy blue in color with gold trim. Long sleeves decorated with gold cord along and shoulders and various medals along his chest. This was what a citizen wanted to be and strived for. A decorated knight of the Nation. Gorg came from behind and reach over his shoulders and adjusted the clasp on his solid collar. "You are still a mess Sir Ravenlock. What will I ever do with you?" He replied "Anything except get me sent to the infirmary again." "YOU!! You.. I didn't know the coral was it's butt! It was pretty and I.. I wanted it." He nodded and looked to her a moment as he adjusted his sword. "Yeah, until it laid me put cold while I took the hate from you. That's okay I lost count how many times I have been through that." Gorg, smiled and adjusted her own Aketon she wore. Hers was Hunter Green in color and was from the Nation of Windhurst. She was not from Bastok but she was treated as a Knight. She assisted Raven's group in their final campaign against the Beastmen and the Zilart. She has been with him since his first month and they were the best of friends. Today he would join her in both status and fame.
"This isn't.. Why am I back?"
(more to come)