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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Quest VIII, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Memories
Chapter One: Chance Meetings
She hurried down the road, hearing the doors behind her as the guards emerged to try and quickly catch her. What she hadn't known was that the armlet her father had given her enhanced her agility, making her far faster than she was normally. She was away before they could even come close to her, reaching into the bag she grabbed a vial of holy water and splashed some on her to ward off monsters in the area. She had luckily made it to port and looked about, trying to find the Quartermaster and smiled as she saw him along the edge of the pier, looking at the ship. Legs burning after dashing away from the Templars, she walked over; ignoring the looks others sent her way as she heard him speak. "We're almost set for sail? Perfect, I will see about letting everyone know to get on board."
She knew she had to talk to him then before the ship could leave, "I'm sorry to disturb you sir; I was looking to book passage on the ship." He turned around, showing how truly burly the man was. He had a mask on – likely to protect him during the stormy days, while his rippling muscles bulged all over him. He towered over her mere frame by what felt to be at least two feet, even though it was likely only a foot and a half.
He looked at the petite framed girl and offered a smile beneath his mask. "Can I help yer miss?"
She looked up at him and said, "I don't know where to go to buy a ticket so I can cross the sea. However, I need to get away from here!" He looked at her eyes and saw the truth, then looking up he saw men running to the port.
He had a bad feeling they were chasing the nice lady as he turned to her, "Hop aboard ma'am. We're getting ready to set sail. I am not worried about passage fare for this round as we've made more than enough to cover someone trying to escape trouble." She offered a smile in relief as she ran on the ship, not stopping until she was below deck. The Quartermaster made his last call, to get anyone seeking passage to get to the ship. He stood at the edge of the plank as the two Templars made it to him. His fear for the girl's safety was confirmed as they tried to shove him out of the way. "Do you have yer tickets?" He asked stoically.
They looked at him as they were about to take their swords out. The first mate ran over to him and said, "Do we have a problem Quartermaster?"
Soon as the crew saw what was going on, they joined the growing crowd, leaving the Templars looking defeated as they turned around and got off the ramp. The Quartermaster turned to the Captain of the ship and smiled, "The poor lass who just got on, in the red silk dress… She was running from those thugs. I didn't charge her fare, and I expect you not to either. We have more than enough funds from everyone else that it covers her passage. Just make sure she gets across the water safely please John."
John smiled as he recalled the frightened woman who went below deck. "I understand Mark. Thank you for informing me." John turned from the Quartermaster, to inform his first mate to ensure the girl was taken care of during the trip as Mark left the ship.
The Quartermaster then removed the plank that allowed people to get onto the ship as it weighed anchor before leaving port. Mark couldn't help but think of the girl as he whispered into the air, "Good luck girl. Hope you find what you're looking for."
The ship set sail as John went below deck to find the girl. She was cowering in a corner – silent as if listening for people coming for her. She wasn't unfortunate looking to him – her dark chocolate tresses going down to her shoulder blades, petite frame with a generous endowment. Her lips were red as a rose, and her eyes were clenched shut – holding her breath almost as he went to her and tried to make his steps as loud as he could before speaking, "Are you alright there miss?"
She jumped as her chocolate eyes opened – such fright within them, making him wince as she asked, "Are they gone?"
He nodded, "yes, my crew made sure they didn't get on board. After they left, the Quartermaster himself withdrew the boarding plank so we could go. Why don't you come above deck and get some air?" She smiled as she went above deck, the wind carrying them, while the wheels turned, to ensure that even if there wasn't wind, they would still be able to ferry people from shore to shore.
She went to the rail and smiled, the salty sea air a refreshing feel for her. She brushed a lock of hair away from her face as she pulled out a length of ribbon that she always kept on her to keep her hair pinned back. She tenderly pulled it all back, tying the ribbon the way Angelo showed her how he did his. She could only hope that Marcello wouldn't take his anger out on him. She had her ring, showing who she was in the Abbey – and quickly pulled it off and put it among her belongings. With her hair back, her ring hidden, she turned to the Captain. "My name is Airlia, thank you and my thanks to the Quartermaster for both of your help in my journey."
John smiled as he said, "My name is John, and I'm the Captain of the ship. Jack is my first mate…" He indicated another man, who she looked at, and saw that he was shorter – about six inches taller than her maybe with a broad chest that was well muscled. He had short cropped red hair and a lopsided grin that put her at ease.
She looked at John and saw he was halfway between the Quartermaster and the first mate in height, with a smile that put her at ease for it was so much like her father's smile. His chest was also broad like the other two men, and he had long black hair, down to his neck. He wore a uniform, like that of a guard to protect himself from the dangers of the seas. "You may stay in my cabin – we won't be long before we're there with this wind. Why not grab some sleep dear?" She smiled as she nodded before going down below deck with him. He led her to his cabin and handed her the key. "This is the only key on the ship, please get some rest." She nodded as she went into the room and locked it behind her. She undid her sash, setting everything near the bed as she curled up under the covers and drifted to sleep.
She tossed and turned in her sleep as a dream consumed her.

A young warrior, wearing blue and gold armor appeared. The helmet had a blue gem, a blue and gold shield with calming hazel eyes visible beneath his auburn hair that poked beneath his helmet. Going to the tower, she felt a sense of apprehension that something truly terrifying was there! He opened the tower by lifting the gate from the ground, which was peculiar to her. He went through the tower, to the top where the evil being was… He looked like some sort of twisted jester! She gasped as she saw him stab the young warrior, and vanished from the tower.

She bolted upright and put her hands to her stomach first, trying to make sure she wasn't the one impaled instead. She then put her hands to her cheeks as she shook, terrified that it was something she couldn't change. She had to save the young man, she just had to! She got up, grabbed her sash and tied it back around her waist, making sure her sword and items were safely tucked away within the folds of her outfit and her sash.
She went to the door, undid the lock, went outside and relocked the door before she went to find the captain. She wanted to see if perhaps he knew who was within the dream, and where to start looking for them. She found him on deck with his first mate, the shoreline appearing over the horizon. She went up to the captain as she handed him the key. "Thank you Captain. I really needed the rest. I didn't realize how long or hard I was running up to the point that my head hit the pillow." He smiled softly as he nodded to her. "I have a question though. I had a dream of a man being attacked, and I'm trying to figure out where he is so I can try to help him. He had auburn hair, wore a blue with gold trim uniform, hazel eyes. He is about your height…"
She didn't need to say anything more as he nodded. "That would be Alistair Albert from Alexandria. When we arrive, you head straight out of town to the fork in the road, head to the left, follow it and you'll see the town on the right. Probably about two or three days at a walking pace would be much sooner if you run like you did when you came to port."
She nodded as she said, "I saw him going to a tower of sorts… Know anything about that Captain?"
He again nodded, "The Tower of Alexandria. Instead of going left to town, go right and you'll see the tower."
She nodded as the ship slowly pulled into dock. She knew what she had to do, but she could only hope that she could arrive to prevent the attack, to prevent his death. She waited near the edge of the boat as one of the crewmen approached her, "We served meal earlier, while you slept. Here, I put some aside for you so you wouldn't be starving."
She smiled her thanks as she received the cloth wrapped food. Opening it, she saw some fruit, cheese and bread. Blushing brightly at the thought of having forgotten it, she was thankful to the man as she nibbled on the fruit, knowing the bread and cheese could last another day. When she finished the bright red, juicy fruit, she packed the remainder of the food for later.
She waited until they were docked, and had the plank up before leaving, waiving brightly to the crew in thanks for helping her, in which kept her from the hands of the Templars. She got off the ship, ran to the lighthouse that was a few feet away. She opened the door, and running through the lighthouse, barely hearing the door close behind her as she did the same with the front door. She didn't take notice of her surroundings, barely heard someone welcoming her to town.
She ran through town, trying to find her way to the main road when she saw it. She saw the dirt path from there, well worn by travelers. When she ran around the hills, she found the spot where the paths crossed, and there he was – heading towards the tower that she knew he would die in if she couldn't prevent it. She knew him but yet hadn't been formally introduced, but it struck her how impressive he looked in his armor. She came up to him as she called out his name, "Alistair? Alistair Albert?"
He turned to look at her with a smile as he nodded, "Yes, I am Alistair Albert, and you are?"
She blushed, realizing that she hadn't introduced herself. "My name is Airlia, and I must travel with you, to the tower. I have foreseen something terrible and I wish to try and stop it from happening, not for just your sake, or that of your family or town, but, I fear, for the world's safety." He looked at her – his hazel eyes wide with surprise.
"Truly? If I die, something terrible will happen to the world?" He asked with astonishment clearly in his voice. She nodded in acquiescence as he indicated the path to the tower. "Then let us go together. Let's hope your vision doesn't come to pass Airlia."
She smiled as they turned to face the tower and went off together to face off with the jester of death. She observed him as they went to the tower, he was taller than her, but she was able to take in more details than her dream had given her, his blue helmet with the sapphire gem, ruby red tassel coming out of the back of it, his blue armor showing his body off amazingly with a red scarf to protect his neck. He wore basic tan colored shirt and leggings beneath it, with his gold and blue shield that held another sapphire there. His boots went to his knees, while he had a simple gold handled sword that was strapped to his waist. He had a pelt that hung around his waist, shielding what his armor could not. He was truly a force to be reckoned with – that much she could tell just at a glance.

Will the duo manage to survive their encounter with the coming evil? Stay tuned!
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