By Kazooie
Freesia shook her hair out, letting the sprinkles of water fly everywhere. She gently stroked on some light makeup onto her face and narrowed her eyes at the reflection in the mirror.
“No.......it needs something......” she muttered. The door of her dressing room burst open and hit the wall hard, making Freesia jump in fright.
“Like this........?” came a voice. A dark figure strode in. Darker than any figure Freesia had seen in her life, even on television. He had a steepled orange-ish hat that covered most of the details on his face, and a long red cape that extended to his feet. is face was all black and couldn’t be seen, except for his glowing yellow eyes. He wore red and yellow striped pants and helled a large wooden stick that ended with a medium sized Magicite crystal at the end. The figure held out a red rose, which immediately gave away his identity.
“Oh? Ifrit......um, thanks, I guess.” Freesia sputtered relievedly, taking the rose and stuffing it in her mage bag.
“Well? Aren’t you going to put it in your hair?” Ifrit asked, growing impatient.
“Um.....later maybe, I don’t want it to.....uh......get ruined......in the race.” she faked.
“Oh.....taking precautions. I shall be rooting for you, my love.” he took a bowing reply, fooled by her innocent lies.
“Um....thanks.” she told him. After he had left, Freesia headed to the racetrack confidently.
Freesia, the princess of the kingdom of Meribia, was always being hounded by love-thirsty men. She was a beautiful purple-haired white mage, who used a magic carpet for a racing vehicle. She didn’t have a particular love for Ifrit as he did for her — she had a plan of her own. She was also one of the most frequent top ranked racers, and would never give up when it came to a perfectly good race with her firends — and rivals.
Sitting at the table and waithing for her name to be called to go up, she sat down at a table.
“Freesia?” called a voice. Freesia abruptly spun around to see a white Bahamut approach her timidly.
“Hi, Zidane!!” she called back happily. “Come sit with me!!”
Zidane blushed and bolted over to sit with her. Although Bahamuts are usually large creatures, this one was rather young and didn’t even have any wings yet. He sat down across form her.
“I came to watch your race tonight.” Zidane admitted.
“Oh......how sweet!!” she thanked him.
“Well, then again so did the other trillion citizens of Meribia.” Zidane reminded her.
“Yeah those hoggers that want to horde spawns of me in their little shrines.” she growled.
“Yeah....I wish I were that popular.” Zidane moaned.
“No you don’t!! It’s awfull having millions of stalkers.” she replied.
“Well, I mean, I don’t know what it’s like — I'm just a street rat......nobody likes people who don’t have a home.” Zidane dejectedly admitted.
“Oh......I’m sorry.” Freesia apologized.
“No, it’s not YOUR fault, Freesia.” Zidane replied. Freesia was silent for a bit.
“Why don’t you enter yourself in a race? I’m sure you’d have no trouble winning.” Freesia finally complimented.
“How would I race? I don’t have wings like the other Bahamuts. And I’m too poor to buy a car or go-cart.” Zidane put himself down.
“Well, you could —” Freesia started.
“Racer number 1, Freesia!! Please report to the starting line.” the announcer called as
Billions of Meribian people shouted, cheered and chanted her name.
TO BE CONTINUED!
