A/N: Okay, several things need mentioning before I start. First, if anyone sues me for copyright infringement stuff because my title is too closely related to "Master and Commander, the Far Side of the World", I will tear their head off. Where do you think I came up with the idea for the title? Now then… second, I decided to start this up because I'm just not getting much motivation to finish my Red Alert 2 story, so I'm putting it on hold and going ahead with another FFTA story. Anywho… Prologue… enjoy.
Master and Commander, the Far Side of Ivalice
The Coming Storm
Hatred. That was all Jeehr knew, and that was all he would probably ever know. He hated the "fabulous" and "illustrious" country of Ivalice, its flea-ridden residents, and most of all, its rotten royalty. Banished to God Knows Where for organizing an underground movement that never gained any momentum, Jeehr became a lost memory, a non-person. He hated it. However, Lady Luck seemed to smile upon the forsaken Ninja, as his small raft he was sent off on found land. Not only that, but it was inhabited by people… people like him. They kindly took the enfeebled Jeehr in, nursed him back to health, and let him roam freely and enjoy the beautiful country of Kryos.
Indeed, not only was Kryos beautiful, it wasn't all that different from Ivalice. People fought, used magic, joined clans, and never died in an engagement. Jeehr decided to join a clan himself, Clan Shadows. His skill as a Ninja soon made him the leader's right-hand man. Then, once the leader of Clan Shadows decided to "retire and enjoy the rest of his life peacefully", there was only one logical choice for leadership… Jeehr.
Through crafty diplomacy and masterful battling, Clan Shadows soon increased in size, gaining more and more clanners until its numbers were well over thirty. However, Jeehr didn't stop there, oh most certainly not. He persuaded other clans to be sub-clans to the almighty Clan Shadows. Within a matter of years, almost half of the warriors of Kryos were, in some way, connected to Clan Shadows. As you may have guessed, it wasn't long before Jeehr had more political clout than anybody else on the continent. Eventually, he managed to persuade the government on Kryos that the continent of Ivalice was a corrupt place indeed, ruled by a power-hungry prince and populated by foolish imbeciles who couldn't realize the truth about their situation. He also persuaded the government that Ivalice should be wiped out and conquered by Kryos, who could re-colonize the land and spread peace and fair rule to the destitute Ivalice.
With the government's permission, Jeehr transformed his clan into something worse, much worse… an army. The Ninja smiled to himself as his long subdued dreams of extracting revenge on the continent that banished him were finally being realized. He would make the prince and his buffoons pay… he would take Ivalice with the force of a Tempest and leave it in ruins, ready for Kryos to take. He would bring glory to what he considered his "homeland"… and death and destruction to his enemies.
Blood would most certainly spill in the coming year… and Jeehr would see to it that Ivalice would bleed, and not Kryos.
A/N: It's a prologue, so you can't expect much from it. As you can probably tell, there will be MUCH more action in this one than "How To". I mean, you can't get much more action that what you get in an intercontinental war, right? Anyway, more should be coming out soon… so yeah. I think I'll even write another chapter today (since I have time) and have it ready for you guys shortly.