Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Final Fantasy Tactics Advance series.
AN: I was thinking about Final Fantasy Tactics Advance and A2 and came up with this idea. It's an AU story, but characters from FFTA and FFTA2 will appear in this story. Also I used A2 to help me start this story, but there are some changes so it's not completely the same.
It looked like a wonderful day outside; blue sky, a gentle breeze and not a single cloud could be seen. And it was perfect, considering it was the last day of school. But it felt like forever for some of the students.
A young girl with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes was staring at the paper on her desk, taping the eraser on her pencil against her cheek. The page remained blank because she didn't know what to write, which wasn't like her as she wrote little stories and usually shared them with anyone who wanted to look. She usually had no problem writing things.
Finally with a small sigh, she placed the tip of her pencil against the page and began to write as best she could. It was about her goals for the summer, as well as a goal for next year. Every now and then she looked up from the piece of paper and sighed as she glanced at the other students.
Everyone else had finished with their assignments and were talking loudly about what they planned on doing over the summer. She heard some good stuff from her fellow students. They all had big plans and high hopes for their summer vacation. And for the first time in her life, Christy felt that hers wouldn't be nearly as great.
The brunette had moved to town a couple months ago. And she never felt like she really fit in. Out of everyone here, she only had one friend, a red haired girl named Monica. Everyone else seemed to either ignore her, or seemed to shun her for reasons unknown. At least she wasn't teased like she was at her other school. That was a plus at least.
"Hurry up, Christy!" Monica urged, hovering nearby. "School is almost over!"
"I'm almost done," Christy called back, looking back at the sheet of paper in front of her. Finally, with another sigh, she continued writing where she left off. "My goal for next year… is to find some more friends."
Unable to come up with anything else, the girl set her pencil to the side and rose to her feet. She moved toward the teacher's desk and held the piece of paper toward him. "There you go, Mr. Jones. Sorry it took so long," Christy apologized quietly.
"Is something wrong, Christy?" the blonde haired teacher inquired.
"Yeah, I'm okay," the young girl said slowly and headed back to where she left Monica.
Her red haired, blue eyed friend gave her a look of concern. "Are you sure you are okay?" She playfully hit her friend on the arm, but not hard enough to hurt her. "Come on, cheer up, Christy! It won't be long until it's summer vacation!"
The brunette sighed a little. "I know. Back where I came from, I always looked forward to it, but not this year."
"Why is that?" Monica wanted to know. "Is it because you still feel new here? You don't have any other friends? What is it, Christy?"
Christy looked down unable to look her friend in the eye. "You named it all pretty much."
Monica smiled a little bit. "I know just what will cheer you up, a trip to the school library!"
Before the brunette could protest the other girl walked up to the teacher's desk to ask for permission. "It's for Christy," she added, pointing toward her friend.
"I don't see why not," Mr. Jones agreed. "You better go quickly."
Monica smiled happily. "Thank you!" She walked back over to her friend and grabbed her hand. "Let's go!"
The two girls walked into the library. As anyone would expect, it was covered with many bookshelves, with hundreds of books. What was slightly odd was that the school librarian, Mrs. Evans, was nowhere to be seen. Before Christy could question it, Monica already went to the nearest bookshelf.
"Let's see," she murmured, passing her finger over the many books. "What book would be good for you to read?"
Monica knew about Christy's love of reading as well as writing. That was why she suggested coming here, while most students usually wouldn't. She just figured that a good book was just what Christy needed right now. Who knows, she may even get inspired!
The redhead turned when she heard the sound of a page turning. She found that Christy sat in front of a table, with an old looking book in front of her. The brown eyed girl, thinking that she was being watched, turned her gaze to Monica. "It was already sitting here," she explained.
"Is it interesting?" Monica questioned, taking a couple of steps forward.
Christy nodded, looking better already. "Yeah, it's very interesting. And there are some nice pictures too!"
For the next few minutes, Christy continued reading the book in front of her and flipping the pages. But as she reached a few pages in, she noticed something odd. Except for two sentences, from that page on, they were completely blank.
"'One is fated to fill these barren pages. Know you the person's name?'" Christy read aloud. "How in the world can I answer that?"
"I know!" Monica snagged the book from Christy and picked up a nearby pen that was most likely left by another student. "How about we write the answer?"
Christy couldn't help frowning at that suggestion. "But that's a library book!"
"Don't worry about it!" the brunette's friend said with a giggle. "I'm sure a library would like to have all of its books finished!"
The brown eyed girl was about to protest further when Monica took the cap off of the pen. "I know the one person here who can fill these empty pages!" she exclaimed as she put the pen on the paper. As she started to write in her neatest handwriting, she spoke out loud a little slowly. "Her name is Christy Anderson."
A look of alarm crossed Christy's face. "Hey Monica, why did you put my name in the book?"
"Because, between the two if us, you can write better," Monica explained calmly.
Suddenly, the book began to glow and the pages flipped on their own. Gasps of surprise escaped their lips, and they both shielded their eyes. Christy even closed them because the light seemed very bright near her!
The next thing Monica knew, she could hear the sound of the book closing. She lowered her hands and gasped again, looking around for Christy frantically. "Christy?! Where are you?!"
The light faded around the book and Monica felt a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She opened the book and flipped the pages to where she wrote her friend's name. On the next page there was a picture of a beam of light appearing out of nowhere in the woods. There was a silhouette of a small creature that was covered in fur, bat like wings and something called a pom pom on her head. The creature was known as a moogle according to the book. And the moogle's name was the exact same name as her friend.
But that couldn't be. Her friend couldn't be in the book, and there was no way that she could be a moogle. However, Monica couldn't help being worried. She looked over the book and started to read the words that were appearing on the page.