Note: It's kinda medieval so there will be some old English involved; some words aren't going to look right so I might add in some foot notes or something!

Darkness looms over this land. Nothing can stop it, for its home is within the heart of every man in this world.

Darkness looms over this land. It is War, all around you is burning- men, women, children, homes, all cast into the dark fate of eternal slumber.

It was war. Those who were once honored as heroes are now cold hearted monsters, monsters that take lives for sport. Invading homes of the innocents, people who once looked up to them, only to be slaughtered without mercy.

No remorse.

There were very strange and terrible happenings in the several parts of the kingdoms. They all began with some men of the country towns come together in the country side. They had no leaders and at first they only numbered 100. One of them damned the nobility of knights and squires, claiming that they were disgracing the betraying the realm, and they should be destroyed.

They banded together, and went off, without any further doubts, and barely armed save pikes and knives. To the home of knights that resided nearby they went, breaking in, killing everyone and setting the home ablaze.

One such knight was done much worse, for after having seized the knight, and bound him to a post, several of them violated his wife and daughter before his very eyes. They would kill his wife, who was pregnant, and children, and finally put the knight to death with greater cruelty. They did similar things in number of villages, their ranks swelled until they were 6,000 strong. Knights and squires fled with their families before them, to put them to safety.

Never did men commit such vile deeds, they were such that no living creature ought to see, or even imagine. Those man, those evil men… were admired and had earned the highest places among them.

This world was hell.

Selfish.

Greedy.

Wretched.

Monsters.

The Darkness has come. The ones, who we were hunting, are the only ones with hope of banishing it.

The Mysticks. Practitioners of the arcane and mystick arts. Beings that were chosen by the Dark One, their Deity, Hyne.

The Mysticks had powers over the forces of nature itself. Wicked witches and wizards. We have been taught to pursue and destroy should we encounter one.

As a child your education was stealing, begging, cheating, killing, and betraying all in the sake of surviving. Your own kinsmen were not to be trust, for should they have the opportunity of taking your life in order to assure theirs, they would. Trust is fleeting, the second you begin to place you trust in a human, they're either dean or you were.

Nothing could be done. Any kindness, hope, or generosity and you were a fool.

A dead fool.

The Galbadian Empire had begun the Darkness. Galbadia had the ideals that conflicted with the rest of the world, because of the hardships of the Empire , they turned to blaming others, of course the blame was put on those were different.

War had broken out between Galbadians and those who use magicks. Mysticks gathered from the four corners of the world, to aid their comrades.

Tragedy.

Catastrophe.

Grief.

Death.

Nothing good comes from war. People began to believe the beliefs of the Galbadians, and began the hunt. The Mysticks who have lived among us as authors, shop owners, entertainers, warriors for our countries, were killed, tortured, and were burned at the stake and some… even eaten.

Monsters.

With the Racism of one country, the world has gone to hell.

That was five years ago. Nothing has changed. In fact the situation has gotten worse.

I am 18 now. At the age of 13 I was drafted to the royal army of Galbadia. I was taken away from my family to join a militia of Winhill because I was "of age". On the battle I lost many good friends and had taken many lives, I was trained to kill, and soon it became instinct. It was kill or be killed. I needed to stay alive.

Back home my mother was ill... The army had provided enough money to buy her medicine and keep her, my sister, and myself alive.

At the age of 15 I had lost count of how many lives I had taken. I was an expert at the blade and the weapon called the rifle. I was titled "The Revolver Knight" by His Royal Highness King Lance Martine of High Galbadia. Everyone would know my name, Mysticks the all powerful beings had grown to fear me.

I had grown to hate them. By 16 I had obtained an unquenchable thirst for blood. I battled like a creature possessed, no one could defeat me, with the first step of the on the field I would strike them down.

Monster.

Fate has a bad way of teaching to lessons. Fate thought it funny to grant me a mystick as a sister. My mother had passed away and in that tragic moment Ellone Loire's powers had awakened. My way of life had a turnabout... I had to rethink everything that I had learned. I loved my sister dearly, and would not bring myself to destroy her.

I would be put to battle during the Siege of Dollet; I made plans to get her out of Galbadia. Ellone had accompanied me to Dollet; the plan was that she would sneak on to ships that the mysticks came in on. When they had retreated from battle, they would find, accept, and care for her.

I had the idea that everything would go according to plan, I had not accounted for the knowledge of her powers to be released. I was ordered to execute her.

Monsters.

A miracle happened. Julia Caraway, the wife of General Commander had come forth as a mystick. This woman, one of few of high status, had given her life in place of my sister's. During the commotion Ellone had the chance to run away, and get to the Mysticks. Julia Caraway was put to death by the blade. She had changed my views on her people.

In my five years of killing, I had met people who became my closest friends. Irvine Kinneas, Zell Dincht, and Seth Tilmitt. Seth also knew a bar mistress name Quistis Trepe, she was very good in getting information.

After Julia's sacrifice, I came to a decision. We would not hurt the Mysticks any longer. Irvine and Zell were drafted as well, and in no way wanted to be there. Convincing them was no issue, and Seth followed the two around. They were good men, hated taking the lives of others, and hated the darkness that came with it. With my change of heart we became deserters at 17, and escaped to join the Balamb Coalition Resistance Army.

We fight to end this hell on earth; fooling ourselves into thinking we have the strength. For there is no hope left.