Ok readers, this is my first fic ever! I really hope it goes well! Um well this is a Final Fantasy XII story from the point of view of an OC I created. I might borrow ideas from other Final Fantasies and other games such as weapons, magic, or stuff like that. So please read and review please! Oh yeah I do not own Final Fantasy, but if I could have one wish..................

Key

"Character speaking"

Flashback

Character Thoughts

(Switching to another character)

*see author notes*

Notes and stuff after the story

Another Journey

A Final Fantasy story

Chapter One

The cloaked stranger made his way through the Westersand, while the sandstorm brewed viciously. The great city of Rabanastre had just come into view, and soon he would be free. "Once I get there, I can hide out until the Empire stops searching for me." he muttered to himself. The journey had not been an easy one. The man had escaped from the airship Shiva, by stealing a fighter and crash landing it in the desert. While one his pilgrimage multiple monsters had tried to stop him. A pack of wolves had begun rushing him, but the stranger simply held out his hand a large blast of flame had incinerated the group to nothing. Other creatures had tried to stop him, but they too suffered magic related deaths. However one foe, a dragon known as the Ring Wrym wasn't so easy to kill. The beast had been the cause of the strangers increased speed towards the city. "Damnit this thing just won't quit!" the man yelled as he looked behind him at his pursuing enemy. He was almost to the city limits, where he hoped he could lose the foul beast. Just as he was thinking that, the cloaked man tripped over a sleeping cactite and landed face first in the sand. This is it, I'm going to die! However, I deserve it for what I am. He thought as the Ring Wrym stood above him opening its mouth as fire leaked from it for the final blow. "Goodbye Anya, I'm sorry I couldn't keep our promise." the man spoke as he blacked out.

The stranger awoke in a small house, where a group of children was watching him. " Dalan, Dalan! He's awake!" a little girl was yelling, as an old man holding a strange creature in his arms came into view. "Well now, I see you're finally up. These children had been watching you for about 4 days. I had a bet with Tomaj that you would be out longer, so guess who just lost 300 gil?" the old man who I figured must be Dalan spoke as he laughed. The man got up to his feet and looked at Dalan, "What happened? Where did the dragon go? How am I still alive?" he asked looking around the area. Dalan motioned for the children to go outside and then sat down in his chair. "The young ones shouldn't hear this kind of thing. Now before I answer your questions, would you mind lowering your hood so your face can be seen?" he asked the stranger. The man hesitated and then nodded, revealing a face of a man in his early twenties. His long crimson hair reached past his elbows behind him, while the front was jet black and spiky all over. There were several claw mark like scars running across the left side of his face. His ears were slightly longer than the average Hume, and both were pierced with earrings that had tiny silver crystals hanging from him. Of all the odd things about this man, it was his eyes that stood out the most. His eyes glowed a bright shinning emerald that emitted a faint light of the same color. Dalan flinched and then recovered himself, "Well now I can see why you wore that cloak. I'm not even sure you could beat a zombie in an ugly contest, hahahaaaa!" he laughed heavily which resulted in a coughing fit. The stranger offended by this, reached into his cloak and stopped as he looked at Dalan, "Ah you're quick to catch one eh? I had the children hide your weaponry just in case. Now sit down and listen to what happened."

(Resistance Fighter Johanan)

"Alright let's get back before the sandstorm comes in!" Johanan yelled at the other fighters. They had been out in the sands training to fight the Empire. However the sandstorm came in rather quickly, which could only mean that the dragon had come early. "Shit! Move it, or else that Wrym will get us!" he yelled at the others who immediately picked up the pace. As they got closer to the city, they heard a deafening roar and then the storm subsided. "What the hell? Johanan, what happened?" one of the fighters asked. Johanan looked over in the direction where the noise was heard and saw a sight that was forever embedded in his mind. The Ring Wrym's head was sitting on top of a tree while the rest of its body was left in a mess, of bones, guts, blood, and who knows what else. In the middle of the mess was a cloaked figure that was emitting an emerald aura. "I don't know how he did it, but I'm pretty sure that guy just saved our lives. You two go retrieve him and take him to Dalan!" he ordered two fighters who immediately obeyed. "Just what was that energy?"

(Back to normal time and main character)

"So that's what happened then? I see........" the man said as he held his face in shame. Dalan raised an eyebrow. "Well now, what's to be ashamed of? With a power like that you could even challenge the Empire. The fighters who were saved by that strength certainly aren't ashamed. By the way, we've been talking for a while now and I don't even know your name yet." The stranger held his head up, "Sorry didn't mean to offend. My name is Shiroki. That is the only thing about me you get to know." he spoke as he stood up and began walking towards the door. "I need some air, but I'll be back for my stuff and tell the ones who saved me thanks." Shiroki then walked out the door and into the main parts of Lowtown.

As Shiroki walked around the underground city, he noticed that people were staring at him. Damnit, I forgot to put my hood back up! He thought as he quickly hid his face. After wandering around for a while, he had found a floor that was slightly lowered and round (look at the map of Lowtown in the middle in you don't understand) Shiroki walked by a guy who was sitting beside a bag who asked, "Hey cloaked stranger, need anything?" as he opened his bag to reveal the stuff inside. Shiroki picked out ten potions and tossed the man a small bag of gil worth more than what he paid for. "Use it well and you just might get out of here." he spoke as he continued walking. It was at that moment that four Imperial Guards had appeared with their swords drawn. "They weren't lying! He's down there!" one shouted as all four began running at me. Shiroki immediately began running away from the area, wondering how the Empire knew where he was. Upon turning a corner he ran into a dozen more guards who immediately ran at him too, while the four from earlier had caught up. One of the guards was a judge who walked up and looked at me from behind his helmet, "Shiroki Natsume, by order of the Emperor, you are to be executed on sight. Now hold still and this will be quick." he spoke as he drew his sword along with the other guards. Realizing he left his weaponry at Dalan's, Shiroki used his only other option.

Summoning the faint traces of mist in the area, Shiroki focused all of it into his right fist. The energy in his right hand began glowing an emerald green and expanded to form a large sphere about five feet all around. Shiroki thrusted the green orb into the Judge's chest plate and there was a large emerald explosion that expanded around fifty feet all around, obliterating not only the guards but the floor, walls, ceiling, and anything else unfortunate to be caught in the blast. *This was the Altanai Strike, a powerful mist technique that he possessed.* Looking up he saw the hole in the ceiling that showed the main city. Shiroki looked around the damage he created as people began to appear to investigate the noise. "Well then, I'll be taking my leave." he spoke as he ran up the now round wall and wall jumped* (think original Metroid games) into the main city of Rabanastre.

Well there you are! My first fic that I intend to keep working on. I'll try not to make Shiroki to powerful, because I hate god character fics. Next Chapter will show a few familiar characters as well as more fighting and hints as to who Anya is.

Side notes:

*The Altanai Strike* this is one of Shiroki's mist techniques. I got the Idea from Vaan's Pyroclasm, and Captain Falcons' all mighty FALCON PUNCH! It's a little overpowered for a rank one mist charge, but then again Shiroki isn't natural if you hadn't guessed. And as with all mist techniques it drains a whole magic bar to use it, and then you got to refill your magic bar till its ready again. Seeing how Shiroki is in an area with very little mist, it'll be a while before he can use that attack again.

*Wall jumping* I was playing the old Metroid games when I decided to put that element in. If you ran Samus towards a wall and jumped at it, you could reflect off that wall by hitting the jump button at the right time.

Right now I would like to ask you guys to vote on what game should Shiroki's main and side weapons should be from. I intend for him to have one main weapon and two other backup weapons. The choices include:

FF VII

FF VIII

FF X

FF XII

Soul Calibur (any game will do)

Okami (that's right I said it!)

Zelda (I haven't played Twilight Princess yet so nothing from that game)

Other: (any games you think might work)

So I hoped you enjoyed chapter one. Please Review and let me hear your thoughts about the plot, my writing, ideas you'd like to see, or anything else ok? All reviews go towards bringing Aerith back from the dead!

Cloud: Really, you can bring her back?

Me: Of course I can! ^^

Cloud: How many reviews will it take?

Me: Idk, enough of them to do it!

Cloud: Can reviews defeat Sephiroth?
Me: Um, eh...maybe.

LOOK FORWARD TO CHAPTER TWO!!!!!!!