PuPu's Saga Chapter 3
by Jeremy Chapter
Setting 03: 1458 DAY 1, Winhill
"Down stage he strode
grave, tall in affliction,
his long arms outheld.
Hoarsely the apple of his
throat hoarsed softly.
Softly he sang to a dusty
seascape there: A Last Farewell.
A headland, a ship, a sail
upon the billows.
Farewell. A lovely girl, her
upon the wind upon the
headland, wind around her."
"This place must have a plethora of
sentimental value, Ellone," Kiros said, "otherwise I
dont think he would be so determined to stay here."
"Ive never seen Uncle
Laguna so fired up and decisive before, Mr. Kiros," Ellone
Kiros considered it and gave Ward
a knowing look.
"Neither have we," was
Ellone looked at Ward and giggled.
"No one knew on the White
SeeD ship, Mr. Ward," Ellone asked, "but how did you
lose your ability to speak?"
Ward was anything but offended by
the question. He pointed back in the direction of Winhill, almost
out of view.
Kiros did not mince words in his
explanation, "Your uncle pushed us off a cliff."
Ellone gasped in amusement,
"That simple, huh? No offense, Mr. Ward."
Ward shrugged good-naturedly. He
considered himself lucky. Befriending Laguna meant taking risks.
It could have been worse, say for instance had Laguna actually
tried to save him with one of his hair-brained ideas, he surely
would have lost more than his tongue.
They had stopped and were waiting
for the Estharian ship. It was actually carrying a full load, but
the pilots could not turn down the request of three presidential
aides. What Ellone didnt understand was how Esthar was okay
with doing without their president for a week or two. Then she
considered the possibility that all he did was put his signature
on a few papers every day for traditions sake and for the
bureaucracy. As long Kiros and Ward were there, Esthar would be
Ellone frowned, recalling
something her uncle told her.
"Was this during your escape
from Lunatic Pandora?" she asked.
Both Kiros and Ward nodded.
"Uncle Laguna told me that he
held off forty guards to give you two a chance to make it down a
side path while he had to eventually make the suicide dive
himself," Ellone said earnestly.
Kiros and Ward exchanged looks.
They were used to Lagunas lunacies, but they had never
heard this version of their escape before. Ward broke into
uncontrollable laughter while Kiros made a disgusted
Kiros took Ellone aside and said
gently, "Now Ellone, your Uncle Laguna has a tendency to
exaggerate when he tells his stories
either that or he hit
his head on the way down."
"Oh," Ellone murmured,
Kiros thought about it and
replied, "Not much, just that part about holding off forty
guards by himself, then covering our escape, and that last bit
about making the jump himself."
wouldnt do that!" Ellone exclaimed.
"Were talking about the
same uncle of yours, Laguna Loire, right?" he asked, just to
Ellone saw Kiros point.
"What weapon did he say he
used?" Kiros pressed on, interested by Lagunas
embellishment of the truth.
"I thought you knew,"
she answered, "he was using his bare hands."
She turned to look at Ward who
seemed to her like he was choking on something.
"No, seriously," she
cried, "he gave his gun to you guys in case you ran into any
monsters on the way down. How thoughtful of him."
Kiros said exactly what was on
Wards mind, "Yeah, all three seconds of the way
Ellone finally saw the truth, but
was adamant on preserving Lagunas integrity.
"There has to be something
good about him
why else would Raine marry him?"
"More likely he probably had
something on her and coerced her to marry him through
blackmail," Ward thought to himself.
"Hes probably getting
old," Ellone tried in desperation.
"Laguna acts your age,"
he pointed out, "but at least he made this holographic
message for us to give to Squall. Ill transfer it to Balamb
Garden with the Esthar transports antenna as soon as it
picks us up."
"I hope he found something
nice to say," Ellone said.
The unadded "and that
its coherent" was understood by all three.
"I bet it runs something
cheesy, like, So, hows the weather, son? Im
your father now, so if you want to change your last name, son,
you can," Kiros added in afterthought.
Ellone scowled, saying her uncle
wasnt that corny.
Kiros suggested that the trip into
space might have stressed Ellone out more than they thought, so
she punched him. Ward pointed at the holovid, suggesting that
they take a quick peek. This Ellone was against, but even she was
a little curious.
"How about just the first few
seconds, before they can get into any of the private talk?"
Ellone could live with that, so
Kiros typed in the password that Laguna knew Squall would
eventually guess right, LOIRE. A miniature version of Laguna
appeared, scratching his head and shifting his balance from leg
to leg, unsure of what to say.
"So, hows the weather,
son? Im your father now, so if you want to change your last
name, son, you can," Laguna mumbled.
Kiros was laughing so hard that he
dropped the holovid, which shut off automatically.
Suddenly their attention was
turned to someone coughing in the bushes behind them. Kiros moved
aside some shrubbery and saw a lady collapsed in the tall grass.
He checked her pulse rate and breathing.
"Shes dying. Definitely
needs medical treatment immediately. Even a Blood Soul
couldnt inflict this many status defects. Perhaps an
advanced stage Malboro-BTR poisoning. Nothing like Ive ever
seen before. She must have been addicted to it for a long
time," Kiros concluded, knowing that it was impossible for
any doctor in Winhill to furnish the technology needed to save
"What is a Blood Soul, Mr.
Kiros?" Ellone asked, paling.
"An undead monster. Just some
skeletal fish that floats around in the air. There are a lot of
them around Winhill, but Im sure even this kind of
poisoning is beyond its ability."
"And you make this assessment
based on what kind of experience?" Ellone inquired slowly.
"Five years in the
Pan-Galbadia Medical School Gold Class and a surgeons
degree summa cum laude," Kiros replied, still
checking her vital signs.
Ellone whistled, raising her
Ward nodded, remembering how Kiros
had once told him that familiarity with the anatomy of various
creatures made him so much more efficient a killer, knowing all
the vital parts at which to strike first.
And hes good with those
daggers too. Sort of like super-sized scalpels, Ward
"Hey, look!" Ellone
exclaimed, pointing at the Esthar ship appearing over the horizon
and speeding towards them.
Kiros looked at Ellone and said,
"Dont even think about it, there is no room for a
fourth passenger with that full load."
Ellone considered the situation.
It was essential that Kiros and Ward return to the control room,
and this lady definitely needed help. Ellone herself was the only
one who didnt really have to make it back on the first
"She can have my spot,"
she told Kiros. "Just call ahead for another ship to come
and get me in five minutes."
Kiros nodded, and then added,
"We should notify her family."
He turned to the sick women and
tried to find out where she lived. Ellone doubted that she could
hear him, so she checked the womans pockets.
There were no identification cards
like those they had in Esthar; Winhill was too small a place for
any need of that. However, besides a pack of green Malboro baby
tentacle cigarettes, Ellone did manage to dig out a pair of keys.
Seeing them, she put her hand on Kiros shoulder and told
him he didnt have to ask the woman anymore. Kiros gave her
a questioning look.
"I recognize these
keys," she said softly. "This one locks up the bar, and
the other one our rooms."
Kiros lifted his eyebrows,
thinking, "What luck! Now Laguna doesnt need to
convince her to let him live in his old house. Shell
probably end up selling him the house to pay off Esthars
Their transport had landed and the
crew urging them to hurry up. They were already behind schedule
because of the detour to Winhill.
"Just wait here, okay?"
Kiros told Ellone, hoisting the sick woman on his shoulder and
running up the ramp. Ward waved to Ellone and followed Kiros.
"Okay, Mr. Kiros. See you
soon, Ward," Ellone called after them.
The Esthar ship lifted off slowly,
drawing up the ramp and sealing the hangar. After it was five
meters above the ground, it stopped, slightly rocking, like a
suspended puppet wiggles, then made a smooth, in-place 50-degree
turn before blasting forwards and disappearing over the horizon
When Ellones could no longer
follow the vessel, she sat down delicately on a little grass
patch beside the road. She decided to spend the next five minutes
twirling her green scarf and dusting off her white skirt. She
really did need a new outfit; the blue shirt she always wore was
getting grubby. Suddenly she noticed a fluffy, yellow bird race
from one bush across the dirt path into another bush.
Absolutely delighted by the
chocobos little feet, Ellone squealed, clapping at the same
time. She held out her hands and waited for the next chocobo to
cross. When it did, she just barely missed nabbing it. And so it
went. The adorable babies even dropped items at times. Ellone
wheedled from them candy, stray Gil, some medicine, and even a
piece of a vase. Totally random, she thought to herself.
She had been entertaining herself
in this fashion for a short time before another light flashed
over the horizon.
"Right on time," she
thought, giddily getting up and dusting her rump off.
Ellone stood up, tugging playfully
with a strand of her hair, and waited to be picked up.