Ok, to go down the list, I don't own any of the cities in this story,
I don't own any of the weapon, armor, or spell names in this story, and I
don't own the basic plot. This is my version of the Nintendo game "Final
Fantasy" by Squaresoft. I plan on writing stories about each of the final
fantasy games, but since there are no real characters in this game, i have
invented my own. I'm still fairly new to the fanfiction business ( for my
other stories, look for me at the Street Fighter and Lunar sections.
Shameless self-endorsement. I know.), and my spelling is a little rough, so
bear with me. Hopefully I'll get better at this, but for now, courage. By
the way, please review. One of the main reasons I write these thingys is to
get responses, so if you read this, please try to take some time to let me
know what you think. And now, without further ado, here's the story.
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The sun rose one fine morning in Corneria, the Dream Kingdom. People had begun their daily routines and the city was full of noise. Everyone was outside, enjoying the fresh air while they gathered water or went off to buy and sell goods. Almost everyone, that is.
A young man was sprawled out in his bed, blankets on the floor. He was shielding his eyes from the light and grumbling. In the background there was a heavy thumping sound. The man wouldn't have been suprised if the sound was his head.
"What do you want? Go away! I need sleep!"
But the thumping continued louder and louder, and the young man decided it wouldn't go away until he answered it. So he grudgingly got up and went to answer his door, throwing on an unwashed tunic and rubbing his eyes.
"I really shouldn't have drank so much last night", he mumbled to himself. Last night had been the third centennial anniversary of Coneria, and the young man had been at the party, happily drinking the night away. Now the morning had come and it was taking it's toll. He opened the door.
Standing before him was a member of the King's elite guard, waiting with an impatient look on his face.
"Huh? What do you want with me?"
The guard pulled out a scroll and loudly proclaimed, "His highness wishes to speak with you. Once you have prepared, come to the throne room as soon as possible."
The man winced from the loud noises that were penetrating his headache and sighed. "Why does the King want to see me?"
The guard rolled his eyes. "I have no idea, peasant, but if I were you I would report immediately..." The guard looked the man up and down. "However, if you took longer to groom yourself, I'm sure no one would hold you for worse. Good day."
The man went outside and looked at himself in the well. His clothes were stained with ale and food, his eyes were bloodshot and had bags, and his red hair was a complete mess. "Can't go to the King looking like this," he mused to himself, and smiled. Reaching in his pack, he pulled out a black cap. The word "Klyde" was stitched out in blue thread. He quickly patted down his mass of red hair and put the cap on. Grinning, he headed towards the castle.
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Well, that was the introduction. If you are at this point, that means you took the time to read this. Now you can find the time to review! HEH! Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 should be up in about 24 hours or so.
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The sun rose one fine morning in Corneria, the Dream Kingdom. People had begun their daily routines and the city was full of noise. Everyone was outside, enjoying the fresh air while they gathered water or went off to buy and sell goods. Almost everyone, that is.
A young man was sprawled out in his bed, blankets on the floor. He was shielding his eyes from the light and grumbling. In the background there was a heavy thumping sound. The man wouldn't have been suprised if the sound was his head.
"What do you want? Go away! I need sleep!"
But the thumping continued louder and louder, and the young man decided it wouldn't go away until he answered it. So he grudgingly got up and went to answer his door, throwing on an unwashed tunic and rubbing his eyes.
"I really shouldn't have drank so much last night", he mumbled to himself. Last night had been the third centennial anniversary of Coneria, and the young man had been at the party, happily drinking the night away. Now the morning had come and it was taking it's toll. He opened the door.
Standing before him was a member of the King's elite guard, waiting with an impatient look on his face.
"Huh? What do you want with me?"
The guard pulled out a scroll and loudly proclaimed, "His highness wishes to speak with you. Once you have prepared, come to the throne room as soon as possible."
The man winced from the loud noises that were penetrating his headache and sighed. "Why does the King want to see me?"
The guard rolled his eyes. "I have no idea, peasant, but if I were you I would report immediately..." The guard looked the man up and down. "However, if you took longer to groom yourself, I'm sure no one would hold you for worse. Good day."
The man went outside and looked at himself in the well. His clothes were stained with ale and food, his eyes were bloodshot and had bags, and his red hair was a complete mess. "Can't go to the King looking like this," he mused to himself, and smiled. Reaching in his pack, he pulled out a black cap. The word "Klyde" was stitched out in blue thread. He quickly patted down his mass of red hair and put the cap on. Grinning, he headed towards the castle.
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Well, that was the introduction. If you are at this point, that means you took the time to read this. Now you can find the time to review! HEH! Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 should be up in about 24 hours or so.