This is an FFCC story. And as much as I'd like to, I don't have any rights to the game ( which is sadly under rated and more or less, unknown :( )

Once, long ago, the world of Clavats, Lilties, Yukes, and Selkies was pure and good. But the coming of a meteor foretold grave times, as the world was quickly swallowed by a poisonous cloud of Miasma. The people learned that they could keep the Miasma at bay by constructing large crystals that received their power from Myrrh – a rare substance that is found only in a Myrrh Tree.

Since then, towns and villages all over the world have recruited members for a caravan – a position of great importance and responsibility. Each year, caravans set out from villages all over the world in a quest to find the Myrrh that will power their crystals and hold off the Miasma for another season. The dangers are legion – monsters of all shapes and sizes have sprung up since the Miasma took hold, including massive creatures that guard each and every tree. Only the strongest and most capable are able to join caravans, for if they fall, their friends, families, and homes will all fall with them.

*This opening has been taken from the Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles Player's Guide. And yes, this game does have a players guide, to those who didn't know. It s very helpful.

A Selkie family of four made their way through the tiny village known as Tipa. It was a cute town with a near perfect mix of all four tribes living there. It seemed like the perfect place to raise the Selkie couple's children: a friendly place where the tribes live together in peace, even if the village leader, Roland, is a Clavat. Besides, it was hard to find a town that would want a Selkie for an Alchemist.

Eventually, the family came to a two story house with a red, pointed roof in the corner of town, yet near the crystal that sat in a setting of stone stairs, and right next door to Roland's house. It was private, yet not too far away from everyone.

"I hope this house is to your liking," Roland said as he opened the door for the excited family.

"It's wonderful. Thank you," Nalk-Sae replied as he helped his wife, Zala-Ja, into the home.

"I don't know what we would've done if this baby decided to pop out while we were on the road," she smiled as she rubbed her eight month pregnant stomach.

"Kids, why don't you go explore town for me and your mom?" Nalk-Sae offered as he knelt down to look his children in their eyes. "Your mom and I'll set up shop here."

"Okay, Dad," Know-Nim said smiling. He took his little sister's hand. "Come on, Moroka!" he told her as he dragged her out of the house.

Know-Nim was eight years old, the eldest. His Sister calls him Know-It-All. His sister's name is Moroka-Nal, and this is her story.

Moroka was six when her family finally settled down in Tipa. It was a relief, too. Her family had been moving from place to place since she was three. People don't take to kindly to Selkies nowadays. Her brother was her only friend during that time. He was her guardian, too. He always defended her whenever she was being picked on or bullied, or even if he heard someone talking badly about her ( or even the whole Selkie race for that matter ). He would always say "If you're going to talk bad about someone, at least make sure they won't be able to hear you!"

As the two ran around town, they came across some other kids playing with a ball by the crystal. There were six of them in total, two Lilties, a boy and a girl, two Clavats, one boy and one girl, a male Yuke, and a Selkie boy. They all seemed to be in the same age group.

"Guys, look!" the Lilty boy yelled as he pointed towards Know and Moroka.

"They must be the Alchemist's kids," the Yuke said.

"Well, I'm glad that there's finally another Selkie family here besides mine," the Selkie said as he walked up to the siblings. "I'm Frey-Ko."

Frey-Ko had long, messy, gray hair that most Selkies tend to have, Moroka has it, too. He wore a gray tunic that was made out of fur that all Selkies like to wear with the oddly designed sandals. And, like all males of their race, had a tattoo of the Selkie tribe symbol on their forearm.

"I'm Know-Nim," Know told everyone. Know looked a lot like Frey except his hair was cut short and a sea foam green color.

"And I'm Moroka-Nal," the small, female Selkie announced. Moroka wore a top that was made out of fur that showed off her belly with yellow sleeves that matched her skirt with black leggings and sandals.

"My name is Alexander. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the Yuke said as he introduced himself like a nobleman. He wore dark green clothing with gold trim. He wore bronze shoes and a helmet that had a single horn sprouting from the top of it.

"I'm Nathaniel, and this is my cousin, Serenity," the Lilty boy said, " But everyone calls me Nate." He was the oddest Lilty that Moroka had ever seen. Despite having heavy Lilty armor only his arms, hands, and legs, like most Lilties have, he wore a bucket as a helmet with orange Lilty hair sticking up out of the top.

"How do you do?" the Lilty girl asked politely. This Lilty looked like a normal Lilty. Armor protected her hands, shoulders, and feet. Her hair stuck up on top of her head and gradually spread out to drop just below her cheekbones.

"I'm Charter," the Clavat boy said. Moroka felt her face heat up as he introduced himself. He had blond hair that stood up on end and he wore so much green in typical Clavat clothing. She felt her heart rate quicken and she could feel it thump-thump-thumping against her ribcage.

"And I'm Ashton," the Clavat girl said with confidence as she gestured to herself with her thumb. She seemed a bit odd. She had dark and short hair under her light green hat that matched the rest of her clothing. Moroka could see the fire of confidence blazing in her eyes. She walked over to Moroka.

"Don't worry," she said as she placed a hand on the young Selkie's shoulder, "You'll be well looked after. And if you have any problems at all, let us know."

That sounded a bit odd to Know.

"What kind of problems?" he asked.

"Who are you?" a harsh-sounding voice demanded.

All of the kids frowned and turned in the direction of the voice. It was a Clavat boy who looked to be in the same age group as the rest of them. He had straight, brown hair with a brown headband that covered his forehead that matched the rest of the brown clothing that he was wearing.

"Um... Hi," Moroka said nervously, "I'm Moroka-Nal, and this is my brother, Know-Nim. Our family just moved into town a few minutes ago. Our dad's the new Alchemist. Feel free to stop by anytime you-"

Poor Moroka never got to finish that sentence. A rock came flying and hit her right above her eye. The same rock bounced off her head and chipped the town's crystal. Blood drizzled down the side of Moroka's face. Charter was at her side in an instant. Ashton, Serenity, and the other two Selkies stood in front of her protectively, anger flaring in her brother's eyes.

"What the hell, you little bastard?" Know yelled in fury.

"She didn't do anything to you!" Ashton yelled, "So just leave her alone!"

"It's bad enough that one Selkie family's in town, we don't need another one!" the Clavat yelled, "I hate Selkies!"

"I'm sure that they hate you, too!" Serenity snapped, "You jerk! You're so stupid! You're not just mean to Selkies! You hate all of us!"

"Only because you enjoy the company of thieves, you mutt-lovers!" the Clavat yelled back.

Frey snapped after that. He charged at the Clavat, teeth bared and fists ready. The Clavat charged right back. They collided with each other and began to throw punches wildly. They kicked, punched, scratched, bit, and called each other various things that shouldn't be in a seven year old's vocabulary. The other kids watched the whole scene in shock and disbelief, Moroka more so than others. No matter what city or town they went to, no one had physically injured her before. She put her hand to her face and brought it back down to see the warm, red, coppery-smelling liquid. She felt her face heat up and her eyes begin to water and let out a sob.

Know then stomped over to the scene. Although he was only eight at the time, he looked big for his age. He easily looked at least ten. He used this advantage to pry the two boys apart.

"Listen, because I'm only going to say this once," Know spat as he held the young Clavat harshly by the collar of his shirt, "You stay away from me and my sister. If I see you anywhere near her or if I hear that you've been bullying her, I'll find you and beat the crap out of you!" He shoved the boy roughly to the ground. "Now get out of here!"

The boy got up and walked away, fuming in anger as he cast a dirty look full of hatred over his shoulder. Know turned back to the other kids.

"Who the hell was that?" he demanded.

"The problem I was talking about," Ashton answered.

"His name is Mathew. He's the Rancher's son," Alexander explained.

"He hates basically everyone," Nate added,"But this is the first time any of us have seen him take it this far."

"Hey, hey, hey, come on, no crying," Charter persuaded Moroka to stop crying, but still letting out an occasional sob. "I'll take you to my house and fix that eye of yours."

Moroka nodded in agreement and picked herself off the ground, letting Charter take her hand and lead her to his house.

Later that night, Moroka sat in her new room, blushing and thinking about how Charter patched up her eye. She reached her hand up and felt the bandage. Obviously her parents knew of the incident both by her eye and Know telling them.

She was brought out of her thoughts as a stone hit the window. She got up from where she was sitting, walked over and pulled the window open. She first noticed the box sitting on the window still. She picked it up and opened it to find the piece of crystal that chipped off from when the rock hit the town's crystal. It was woven into a necklace, with glass beads. She looked around until she saw Charter standing below her and looking up with a smile on his face before he turned and walked away from the house.

Yay, it's finally done! :D the first chapter. Just so you guys know, I am going to TRY to update about once every week or so. That is, if school isn't being a total bitch or if anything else comes up.

Bye-bye!

-Red

Also, in the next chapter they HAVE started on their journey. I just wanted to make that perfectly clear to anyone who may think that this story only takes place in Tipa. It does NOT only take place in Tipa, they go to the dungeons and battle monsters and get myrrh for their tree.

And I also accept and welcome anonymous reviews, just no flames.