Chapter 7: The Invisible Kid
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	Cordain rushed through the caves until he reached an outside portion
of Mt. Zozo, where a bridge crossed an enormous chasm.  Out here, it was
pouring even more than in Zozo.  The rain came down in sheets mercilessly, and
it even was beginning to hail.  Lightning flashed across the black sky, and
the rumble of thunder was so loud that it shook the ground.
	He looked down off the cliff side, to see that the soldiers were still
following him.  They were just entering the mountain cave.
	"Shoot!" Cordain began running, cursing under his breath.  His clothes
were becoming soaking wet from the rain.
	"We almost got 'im, guys!" he heard the guard captain yell.  	
Cordain scrambled across the rope bridge which held sturdily, even in the
pouring rain.  Trying not took look down beyond the bridge ropes, he studied
them for a moment.  'There'll be no cutting these,' he noted.
	He reentered the cave on the new mountain side, glad to be in their
dry interiors again.  He ran to the opposite side of the room, and fell back
against the wall to catch his breath.
	"Why the meaningless running?" a voice asked.
	"What the?!"  The floor opened up below Cordain's feet, and he landed
in a bunch of hay.  He looked up to see a dragon less than five feet away.
	"Oh great!" Cordain exclaimed, drawing his rapier.
	"Calm down," the voice again spoke out.
	"Son of Bahamut!  Now the dragon's talking!"
	"No, don't be stupid, Cordain."
	"Huh?"
	"It's me." A man in a black cloak - which was surprisingly dry -
stepped out and confronted Cordain.
	"What?  You... I thought you were in Jidoor..."
	"Well, I'm here now."
	Cordain shook his head, "So what are you doing here?"
	"I followed you - and by the Goddesses it was hard!  Whoever took you
here must've been good.."
	"You mean you don't know who did?!"
	"There's a first time for everything.  Do you know?"
	"Well, I have a hunch..."
	Cordain proceeded to tell the man in black about the Figaran battle
and his fight with Cam.
	"I see.  I think I know what he might be.  I'll be going now!"
	"Wait..."
	"Goodbye!"
	His source pulled out a Warp Stone and vanished.
	Cordain sighed, "It's too hard to get good sources these days..."
	Now he began to take a look at the dragon. "It's the storm dragon -
slain by King Edgar, the former-general Celes, the gambler Setzer, and" -
Cordain shuddered - "that despicable Prince Sabin.  Wonder why it's still
alive?"
	Cordain walked over to its side to find that it was wounded.
Examining the wounds, he found them to be fatal, yet only slowly killing it.
It seemed to move suddenly.  Cordain jumped back, but realized that it seemed
to be almost... smiling at him.
	"The gem holder has already beaten you here, mercenary.. You can go,
now.."
	"What?!  Now the dragon really is talking!"
	"No, stop being stupid, Cordy."
	"Who's there?" he asked, ignoring the name.
	"It's me, Cam... but, of course, you can't see me.  As I said, the
gem holder has already beaten you here.  So why don't you leave, and let his
poor creature die?"
	"Well, what do I care?  And what are you talking about?  And why am I
here?!"
	"Hahaha... You mean you don't know?"
	"You've been about as cryptic as possible, kid."
	"Shut up, mercenary!  You've fought me, lost, and are still older
than me!  That should be the insult to you!"
	Cordain looked down for a moment, but then a smile began to creep
across his face, and he said, "Ahh, well, you're not helping, so I think I'll
go..."
	"What do you mean I'm not hel--I mean... fare well, Cordy..."
	"Yeah... bye, kid."
	Cordain left the dying dragon and the invisible kid... but where
would he go?