Chapter 8: Launched into Zozo
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	Koro walked along with Rozgol. They were almost there. As they
walked along, Koro began whistling. He started walking to a beat. Pretty
soon his fingers started snapping. Rozgol stared at Koro darkly a few
times, but he barely noticed. He simply sped up his pace to outdistance the
man.

	"Hey! Slow down!" Rozgol hurried to catch up. Koro closed his eyes.
An aroma was drifting into his nose. He ran out of Rozgol's vision. Rozgol
stopped and looked around. He didn't recognize it. "Hey, Doma! Doma?" As
the chocobo walked forward, it fell into a pit. Both the bird and the
soldier were knocked out.

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	Up ahead, Koro was slowly walking. He was basically sleeping, but
some force kept him walking. He walked onto a hidden path, and walked to a
hut. There, several cloaked figures awaited him. They took him and mounted
him on a chocobo, fully provisioned and with a spear.
	"This boy shall not remain here. He is needed north, I sense. New
evils are being created. Where he will land, I do not know. Go now." The
three men sent off the black chocobo flying to the north. Koro was still
sleeping. Waves crashed upon the rocks as the figures watched the bird fade
on the horizon.

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	The thieves of Zozo watched as a lone rider on a chocobo landed on
a building. The rider was young and sleeping. The closed in, knowing that
he would be easy to steal from and maybe kill.