So, ever since I was a little vierra child, my mom wanted me to be a White Mage. Well, it just so happens that I wanted to become a sniper. She was against this, because like most mothers, they were against violence. Well, I didn't care, so one night I thought up a plan.
My mother usually left for her job at about 7 AM and returned at 5:30 PM. Since I had school till 3:30, I had a small period of time in which I would use the bow and arrow that my dad secretly gave me for my birthday for target practice. Now, it's quite hard to aim when you think that your mother might pop up behind you at any moment. But I managed to get quite skilled. But then it happened.
I was walking home from school, ready to start practicing my archery. I was wearing a pink blouse (my mother made me) and jeans (my choice). I was walking along, when I heard fast frantic footsteps behind me. I always get nervous on the way home from school, even though it's broad daylight, but to me, this was sort of like a living nightmare. That's probably what spurred me to want to become a sniper. It's much more comforting doing the spying than being spied on.
As I was walking, another vierra child, about my age ran by. She happened to be wearing a pale purple blouse and jeans, similar to my own. She also looked distressed. Well, I figured, since she's running, something must be chasing her. And I wasn't the vierra to stick around trying to figure out what it was.
I had just started to get at my full speed when I heard a horse galloping toward me. Whatever it was grabbed me up on it's horse and started riding the opposite direction. I couldn't see the person because of a large black cloak that covered up to the eyes except in the front. But judging that I don't see very many women or vierra wearing cloaks, I suspected it was a man. But, whoever it was, appeared to be human, but I was just suspecting that since it was shaped like one. Bangaa and Nu Mou usually have shorter arms.
Even though I had pleaded for it to let me go, and told it that it had the wrong girl, it still rode on, until a small shack on the outskirts of town loomed into view. I started becoming very worried, especially when the person grabbed me roughly by the wrist and dragged me into the house, despite my struggling.
As we entered the house, I noticed a street sign that said Darkhowl Road. Little did I know that seeing that sign was going to be the last thing that I would see outside for a long time. As we entered the house, the person threw me down on the hard cold floor of the house. I looked around. There was a kitchen a little bit farther in one corner of the house. Other than that, it was bare.
"Ok you little winch, if you pull another stunt like that, I'll chop off parts of your ear, piece by piece, got it?" Said the person, who happened to be a Bangaa, despite the long arms.
"I think you have a mistake, there was another gir-"I started but he cut me off by slapping me across the face.
"Did I give you permission to talk!!!" He barked. At this moment I feared for my life. "This is the 3rd time you've faked amnesia, and the last time you will ever leave this house. I would have let you out, if you hadn't tried to run away."
So...this was my destiny? To be suck in a house for who knows how long?
Eventually, the palace did a opium raid on the house, and the man was arrested. That was four years ago. I found out that my mother passed away about six months after I was kidnapped. She couldn't live without her one and only daughter. And my father left, leaving nothing at our house but a note explaining everything, in a hope that I might come back and find it.
I was wandering around Cyril searching for my father. He was my only lead. He left a clue of where he was going in his note, but I didn't understand it. It said:
I am going to Destiny. I lived there as a boy, and it was where I met your mother.
While wandering around with an archer bow, I stumbled into the local bar. I tripped over a drunken Moogle and crashed into a boy with blonde hair.
So it begins.