My first Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles FIc. I hope a lot of readers enjoy!
Characters-
Levias (love-I-us) Zephyr (ze-fear); the fifteen year old male Clavat, known among Tipa as the 'Scourge'. Few people know the truth compared to the rumors about him. He was framed for a killing of a previous caravan member. The village elders know otherwise, and serve as his guardians, even though he sleeps in the outskirts of town. In his childhood, he was a happy boy, and had a good Selkie friend named Mist. The person who he was framed in killing was her brother. It happened when he was about to turn fourteen. Mist believed that he honestly killed her brother, and hates him to the present day for it. Since the incident, he has had a permanent case of insomnia, but has gotten used to the lack of sleep. He is unusually fast, even more so than the Selkie race, and sometimes believes himself to be part Selkie. Finally, Levias has a natural affinity to the wind, so he is often found at the top of Tipa, enjoying the breeze, and playing the Lute. His only friend is a male Yuke named Drake, who never believed that Levias was capable of murder of his friend's brother. He is just about to set off on a caravan himself to redeem his name, save the village, and find the people who framed him.
Mist Terni (t-air-nee); a fourteen year old female Selkie, known throughout Tipa as a generous and kind girl (Which is odd because of her heritage). The only time she was ever seen angry was when Levias killed her brother. She couldn't believe it at first, but when all the evidence pointed to him, the love she had for her best friend turned into hatred. At even the mention of him, she becomes angry and hateful. She often calms down from this, considering he rarely showed himself among the village. She knows that he will be on the caravan with her, and will ignore him no matter what happens to him. Mist likes to cast spells as much as she likes to charge into a fight. She has a natural affinity to Water, and likes to go swimming a lot because of this. Her father is a merchant. Two of her friends will be on the caravan with her and Levias; Drake the Yuke and Petal the Liltie.
Petal Metal; fourteen year old female Liltie with a fiery passion for combat. She hates magic, only because she cannot even use the most simple of spell stones. Her father is the blacksmith in town, and is almost considered the best blacksmith in the entire world. People travel far and wide to have him forge something of their choice. Other than her combat yells and rash decisions, she is a relatively quiet girl. She likes to spend time with Mist normally, and sometimes with other teenagers in Tipa. The only people she doesn't like are the Yuke; Drake, and the Clavat; Levias. She has a natural affinity for earth, and likes to relax on top of soil or boulders.
Drake; sixteen year old male Yuke with a calm voice and analytical attitude. His specialty is magic, though he is stronger than the average Yuke. He likes to think problems through, observe them, and form up different ways to solve whatever is happening. Unfortunately, his abilities proved inferior when Levias was accused. He apologized repeatedly for months, before Levias almost yelled at him to stop. His father is a Farmer, and was a former caravan-traveler himself. He wanted Drake to learn how to last in the real world, so he is sending him off with Levias in the caravan. One of the many things he has in common with Levias is the case of permanent insomnia, except that is a trait for many Yukes. Drake has a natural affinity for Fire, and often stares into any flame that catches his eye through the darkness of his helmet.
(Time to start)
Wheels turning on dirt ground echoed in the trees. A blue beast walked, swaying from side to side, pulling a caravan with a teen Clavat sitting on front. The teen had black hair that covered half of his eyes in the front, but was short in the back. His grey eyes reflected no light, almost as if they were dead to the world around him. The caravan stopped at the entrance to a village. A banner read 'Tipa' about eight feet off of the ground. The teen sighed, and hopped off of the caravan, patting the beast on the head before walking into the town. The only people there to greet him were the elders. They smiled at him, and he nodded at them.
Not even a few seconds later, a tall Yuke stood beside the teen, nodding at him. The grey-eyed boy nodded back, before turning to face the elders, who were still smiling. Then, footsteps met their ears. They heard quick breaths, and then a Selkie and a Liltie stopped, panting. "Sorry that we're late…" the Liltie said, grinning shyly. The Selkie was glaring at the Clavat, hoping that her eyes could somehow turn into daggers and stab him over and over.
"You all know why you have been chosen. You each have skills that will be of use on this caravan. We hope you bring us a full chalice soon, so that you may spend the rest of our short year in relaxation." The male elder said, before his wife walked up to them, and handed the Yuke a Silver Chalice.
The Yuke and Clavat nodded, while the two girls smiled, the Selkie simply forgetting about the Clavat's existence. Soon enough, they were off. Three families waved goodbye as their children waved back. The Liltie and Selkie girls sitting on the back end. The Liltie family yelled out "Petal! Don't forget to sharpen your spear!" The Selkie family all happily yelled out "We're going to miss you Mist!" The Yuke family all stood, waving, and the smallest one said "Drake, make sure you bring back some Miasma." The elder's waved to all, but the Clavat sat in the front, reading the note that one of the elders had slipped into his black pants. "We'll pray for your safety Levias…" It read in tight hand-writing.
When Tipa was out of sight, Mist sighed, looking over to Petal. "I'm going to miss them…" She said, but then smiled. "But this is going to be so much fun! Well, besides it being here…" She said, grumbling the ending. The Liltie nodded, and smiled. "Don't worry about the murderer. We're going to have a great time!" She said, nodding once more to Mist, before returning to look at the ground as they travelled on. Soon, the caravan was stopping. Mist grew angry instantly (due to the fact that Levias was the driver) and moved her head to the side of the wagon-like caravan, about to yell, when she noticed the Liltie knights talking to them. They offered a Moogle to the new caravan, which Drake nodded in thanks, before they kept on moving.
Drake looked curiously at the Moogle that held the chalice inside of the caravan. "Interesting…" He said to himself, before returning his attention to Levias. "So tell me, what weapons did you bring? I'm sure at least one person here forgot their own." He asked. Levias shrugged. "I have my short swords, a steel blade, an Orc hammer; in case yours breaks; a staff, and a club." He listed. Drake nodded, walking beside the blue beast that pulled the caravan. "So what is the plan for the first tree of myrrh?" Drake asked, being the analytical person he was.
Levias sighed, and shook his head. "I don't know. I figure that since you specialize in magic, and Mist is decent with spell stones, you two could provide magic support to the Liltie and me…" He said, thinking on the issue. Drake nodded, looking forward to being able to fight the monsters. "You know, I don't think she hates you within her heart. She's simply blinded by sorrow. Maybe you should apologize, even though you didn't do it. Say that you're sorry you couldn't save him. Say that you're sorry for hurting her. Just do it Levias…" came the calm voice of Drake.
Levias scowled, his eyes showing emotion for once. "What's the point? I know she won't forgive me. She'll always fucking hate me." He said in anger. Drake shook his head. "Levias, I just hope that one day you'll realize how much you two need each other…"
As night fell for the first night, an uncomfortable silence filled the clearing at which the caravan had stopped. "I'll be the night shift guard…" Levias said swiftly, so as to not have to see Mist for very long. She glared at him as he left the line of sight that their small campfire gave them. "I can't stand him…" She growled, before smiling at Drake and Petal. "So, do either of you know if we'll be at the River Belle by tomorrow morning?" She asked. Drake simply nodded, and Petal just shrugged. "As long as I get to slay some monsters, I'm fine."
Drake seemed to be staring at Mist, and soon as she noticed it, she figured out why. Through the shadow of his helmet, she could see his bright red eyes. They were disapproving, almost scorning. "You know, Levias did not murder him." Petal looked up, glaring at the Yuke. "Don't defend him. There is no one else who could have done it. The fact that you associate with him brings questions up about you."
Drake simply ignored her remark, still looking at Mist. Mist looked away, huffing. "Even you couldn't prove the evidence wrong. So there is no other way. I hate him anyways, so it doesn't matter." She said, before turning to Petal, about to start another conversation. "You don't. You are blinded by your disbelief and sorrow into a hateful state. One day you'll realize that you were wrong…I just hope you do before he does something drastic…" She looked back, but the Yuke was gone.
Petal growled. "Don't let him get to you. We both know that he did it." She said, laying a hand on Mist's shoulder. The Selkie nodded, before looking back into the fire.
Plucked musical notes made their way through the forest. Drake found his way to the source, sitting down next to a tree. Two grey eyes peered down from the upper branches. "Why are you here?"
"I just tried to talk to Mist. She knows that she's wrong. She just won't admit it." He explained. Levias sighed in an annoyed manner. "Drake. I know you're trying to fix what's left of my miserable childhood, but please don't waste your own time on it. You're too smart to be using your time fixing me. Use it to create some kind of cure for a disease." He said, waving his hands out slightly at the end. "Despite how much I hate being in a self-pitying state, just leave it alone and enjoy life as it is." He said, before playing the lute once more. The dark melody he played seemed to suit the mood of the night.
"Yea, we're finally here!" Petal exclaimed as the caravan stopped moving. Drake nodded from beside, and Mist hopped down with the Liltie from the caravan. "Let's go!"
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Next time; Go Die!
"Get back here you monster!" "…" "Don't ignore me! I know you did it! You should die for it!" "…So you want me to die?" "Yes! Death is what you deserve!" "…All right…" "What do you mean 'all right'?!" "I'll go die. You all stay here."