Final Fantasy Tactics Adventure
Chapter 1 - Another Final Fantasy?
The man stared up at the sky. Its darkness glowing down on him with only the moon to give
him any company. Below he looks down at the snowy countryside town of St.Ivalice. It had been
years since he had set foot in this town. The last time he was here he planted the last of the Grand
Grimoire. A key to the world that he once knew. It was up to him and only him to find a new hero.
He had made a promise to the people of Ivalice that he would protect them, even if it ment his life.
Ramza sighed at the fact. It was his duty. He knew that a boy that lived in this town would
have his spirit, like the heros before him. He had wondered why he had made that promise, to Alma,
to the people. He swore that he would protect them. As he got up search for the spirit of Marche, the
boy who would become the next hero, he notice that there was more then one child worthy of
becoming a hero. Just like a year ago when he tested Marche, to see if he was worthy of a hero. Of
course Marche didn't know that. He didn't even know who Ramza was, let alone know what power
he had within him. The darkness of the sky was glowing bightly. He might as well get some sleep
and worry about it the next day...
The group of boys lined up with the same girl as before. Marche sighed, following Ritz and
Mewt, who knew that they would team up on one of them again. Most likly Mewt, who seem to be
the primary enemy. As Marche got his snowball ready and they herd the blow of the teacher, Mr.
Lesley, he let the snow ball rip right into Lyle's face, causing him to fall backwards in surprise.
"Whoa, no fair new kid." Lyle said as he went and threw one back at Marche. "Gotcha!" He
yelled when he had though he had hit him. Marche dodged the ball and begain to throw one back.
"My name is not new kid" He begain. "Its Marche!"
The ball went flying into Lyle's face again. Just then Marche herd a sound of a whistle.
"Thats enoguh!" Mr. Lesley said "Corin, Go wait for me inside the classroom. Mewt, are you all
right?"
Marche turned around to see what had happend. Corin had, again, throwed a rock in the
snowball and went and tried to hit Mewt with it. Mewt had miss the rock but it still shocked him
somewhat.
"Everyone inside now. This snowball fight is over." Mr. Lesley yelled. All the kids started to
whine about what Corin had did. It was bad enough that Mewt got picked on by him, it was worse to
the fact that they all had to suffer.
Marche, Mewt, and Ritz had been firends for about a year now. A year ago, Marche moved
to ST.Ivalice and they had came acrossed the Grand Grimoire. It had been a year since Marche had
slayed Li-Grim and returned the world back to normal. He didn't remember much of it now. It was
like Mewt said. Over time they would forget what happend in the fantasy world of Ivalice and return
to their normal, though somewhat screwed up, life. Marche didn't have the best of families. With his
mother helping Doned and his father away (His parents were split up) he was always alone at the
house. Not like he was afriad of being alone or anything. It just that he wished that they could do
somthing as a family,like go on a family trip or somthing.
Mewt didn't have it much better then he did. Mewt's mother passed away when he was
young, leaving him the teddy bear he caries around with him everywhere. Mewt himself was fairly
shy to anyone. Marche and Ritz where about the only ones who Mewt would open up and talk to.
Mewt father, Cid Randell, had been a drunk even since his wife, Mewt's mother, passed away. He
still would drink now and then but he hardly did much anymore becuase he knew that Mewt would
get upset about it. Mewt never did like his father's drinking, but he had put it with it for years. Most
likly Mewt was so shy that he didnt want to open up about it.
Ritz was your normal girl. Unlike Marche and Mewt, she was Outspoken and very strong
minded. She had been a redhead before Marche had came. After the trip to Ivalice she had been
convinced to keep her hair her natural color, which was white. Marche didn't know much about
Ritz's family other then the fact that she had both a mom and a dad, and that she was an only child.
Her mother cried when she would dye her hair red each day. Ritz stop doing it because a friend in
the Final Fantasy world conviniced her that While hair was good. Ritz had still been the same
person, just now with white hair.
The Gand Grimoire, the cursed book that had changed the world. Marche had known about
it all too well. Mewt had bought the book from a secondhand bookseller in the town. That cursed
book made Mewt's dreams come true. It had put Marche in the Final fantasy world, the world of
Ivalice, a world of law and chaos. Marche had went and destroyed the crystals that had kept that
world from falling to pieces. Mewt, being the prince of the world, had everyone out to get Marche.
Even Doned, Marche's own brother, who now could walk due to the new world, had been out to get
him, nobody wanted it to change back. They knew what Marche had done was for the better but
their own selfish wishes had stop them from going back. In the end they had figured that it was
wrong to stay there and helped (Or well, at least Doned did, Ritz didn't want anything to do with it.)
him defeat Li-Grim, the binder of the worlds and the wish granter.
Marche sighed as he went inside. He had forgotten about Ivalice. He still remember the
friends he had over there. If only he couold go back. Just so he could say hi. It would cheer him up.
But he knew that the Grand Grimoire didn't work anymore. Mewt had burned the book so that he
would never use it agian. He look over at the teacher, Mr. Lesley, and around the room. It was noisy
becuase everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Mr. Lesley didn't seem to mind the noise. Just then
He herd the teacher call out his name.
"Marche. Would you come over here for a second." Mr. Lesley called. Marche wondered
what was wrong now. He didn't do anything wrong. At least, he didn't think he did. "Marche, would
you mind staying after the bell to take this test. Its required that all kids take it and you, being from
another town, have not taken it yet." So that was what it was all about.
"Sure thing Sir." Marche said. Mr. Lesley smiled as he handed Marche the test and the bell
rang. Everyone ran out of there as fast the they could. Marche could tell that Ritz and Mewt had
stayed behind to wait for them.
He didn't know that someone else was waiting for him too...
Chapter 1 - Another Final Fantasy?
The man stared up at the sky. Its darkness glowing down on him with only the moon to give
him any company. Below he looks down at the snowy countryside town of St.Ivalice. It had been
years since he had set foot in this town. The last time he was here he planted the last of the Grand
Grimoire. A key to the world that he once knew. It was up to him and only him to find a new hero.
He had made a promise to the people of Ivalice that he would protect them, even if it ment his life.
Ramza sighed at the fact. It was his duty. He knew that a boy that lived in this town would
have his spirit, like the heros before him. He had wondered why he had made that promise, to Alma,
to the people. He swore that he would protect them. As he got up search for the spirit of Marche, the
boy who would become the next hero, he notice that there was more then one child worthy of
becoming a hero. Just like a year ago when he tested Marche, to see if he was worthy of a hero. Of
course Marche didn't know that. He didn't even know who Ramza was, let alone know what power
he had within him. The darkness of the sky was glowing bightly. He might as well get some sleep
and worry about it the next day...
The group of boys lined up with the same girl as before. Marche sighed, following Ritz and
Mewt, who knew that they would team up on one of them again. Most likly Mewt, who seem to be
the primary enemy. As Marche got his snowball ready and they herd the blow of the teacher, Mr.
Lesley, he let the snow ball rip right into Lyle's face, causing him to fall backwards in surprise.
"Whoa, no fair new kid." Lyle said as he went and threw one back at Marche. "Gotcha!" He
yelled when he had though he had hit him. Marche dodged the ball and begain to throw one back.
"My name is not new kid" He begain. "Its Marche!"
The ball went flying into Lyle's face again. Just then Marche herd a sound of a whistle.
"Thats enoguh!" Mr. Lesley said "Corin, Go wait for me inside the classroom. Mewt, are you all
right?"
Marche turned around to see what had happend. Corin had, again, throwed a rock in the
snowball and went and tried to hit Mewt with it. Mewt had miss the rock but it still shocked him
somewhat.
"Everyone inside now. This snowball fight is over." Mr. Lesley yelled. All the kids started to
whine about what Corin had did. It was bad enough that Mewt got picked on by him, it was worse to
the fact that they all had to suffer.
Marche, Mewt, and Ritz had been firends for about a year now. A year ago, Marche moved
to ST.Ivalice and they had came acrossed the Grand Grimoire. It had been a year since Marche had
slayed Li-Grim and returned the world back to normal. He didn't remember much of it now. It was
like Mewt said. Over time they would forget what happend in the fantasy world of Ivalice and return
to their normal, though somewhat screwed up, life. Marche didn't have the best of families. With his
mother helping Doned and his father away (His parents were split up) he was always alone at the
house. Not like he was afriad of being alone or anything. It just that he wished that they could do
somthing as a family,like go on a family trip or somthing.
Mewt didn't have it much better then he did. Mewt's mother passed away when he was
young, leaving him the teddy bear he caries around with him everywhere. Mewt himself was fairly
shy to anyone. Marche and Ritz where about the only ones who Mewt would open up and talk to.
Mewt father, Cid Randell, had been a drunk even since his wife, Mewt's mother, passed away. He
still would drink now and then but he hardly did much anymore becuase he knew that Mewt would
get upset about it. Mewt never did like his father's drinking, but he had put it with it for years. Most
likly Mewt was so shy that he didnt want to open up about it.
Ritz was your normal girl. Unlike Marche and Mewt, she was Outspoken and very strong
minded. She had been a redhead before Marche had came. After the trip to Ivalice she had been
convinced to keep her hair her natural color, which was white. Marche didn't know much about
Ritz's family other then the fact that she had both a mom and a dad, and that she was an only child.
Her mother cried when she would dye her hair red each day. Ritz stop doing it because a friend in
the Final Fantasy world conviniced her that While hair was good. Ritz had still been the same
person, just now with white hair.
The Gand Grimoire, the cursed book that had changed the world. Marche had known about
it all too well. Mewt had bought the book from a secondhand bookseller in the town. That cursed
book made Mewt's dreams come true. It had put Marche in the Final fantasy world, the world of
Ivalice, a world of law and chaos. Marche had went and destroyed the crystals that had kept that
world from falling to pieces. Mewt, being the prince of the world, had everyone out to get Marche.
Even Doned, Marche's own brother, who now could walk due to the new world, had been out to get
him, nobody wanted it to change back. They knew what Marche had done was for the better but
their own selfish wishes had stop them from going back. In the end they had figured that it was
wrong to stay there and helped (Or well, at least Doned did, Ritz didn't want anything to do with it.)
him defeat Li-Grim, the binder of the worlds and the wish granter.
Marche sighed as he went inside. He had forgotten about Ivalice. He still remember the
friends he had over there. If only he couold go back. Just so he could say hi. It would cheer him up.
But he knew that the Grand Grimoire didn't work anymore. Mewt had burned the book so that he
would never use it agian. He look over at the teacher, Mr. Lesley, and around the room. It was noisy
becuase everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Mr. Lesley didn't seem to mind the noise. Just then
He herd the teacher call out his name.
"Marche. Would you come over here for a second." Mr. Lesley called. Marche wondered
what was wrong now. He didn't do anything wrong. At least, he didn't think he did. "Marche, would
you mind staying after the bell to take this test. Its required that all kids take it and you, being from
another town, have not taken it yet." So that was what it was all about.
"Sure thing Sir." Marche said. Mr. Lesley smiled as he handed Marche the test and the bell
rang. Everyone ran out of there as fast the they could. Marche could tell that Ritz and Mewt had
stayed behind to wait for them.
He didn't know that someone else was waiting for him too...