My name is Abraham.

For seventy years I was known as the Watcher in the Wings and the Seeker of the Abyss. And yet all those titles seem so dull in the end.

I once served a godlike being, but was sundered from my master.

For my entire life I've hunted that man to the ends of every dimension conceivable.

For years I adventured across Ivalice, becoming the greatest hunting clan the world had ever known. But that power had a price. I was scarred permanently, unable to ever view the world of light again the same way. So I took on the Mask, and chose to become the Harbinger of Hunger. I took the Zodiac Spear itself for my own, the abandoned weapon of my greatest enemy. For decades I cut a swathe of death and destruction towards monsters and people alike as the Circle of Umbra grew in power.

I discovered many amazing things in my travels. The Ascended Blades, the Spear, and I defeated the Wyrm-God Yiazmat in a battle for the ages. Woe is it that nobody ever knew that I had badly wounded the strongest dragon in existence and driven it off into a deep slumber. But it was that same day that I met Victor Blackheart and Stormwind Noel. Blackheart was an extraordinarily powerful lich, that far outmatched even the greatest mage in sheer magickal power. Noel was a member of the Blades, a group of women touched by the darkness that had learned to control such shadowy influences and power.

Blackheart was defeated, and once again I saved Ivalice from a great evil.

And then I made a promise.

I would watch over a boy, and help him become a true hunter.

That boy's name was Fiera. He would later be known as Big Bucket and Primo.

Even as my clan corrupted itself from the influence of my Mask, and my wife began hungering for the power it represented, I remained his invisible guardian for most of his life. Even after I left the Circle and slew my own sons.

Fiera became a great hunter, just as I had knew he would become.

But the return of Hideyoshi Toyotomi and Byakuran marked the end of this golden age that I had protected for so long.

I joined his clan, foreseeing the catastrophe that would occur so very soon.

But something happened that I couldn't foresee.

Byakuran became an immensely powerful being as a result of someone's meddling with powerful forces.

I managed to save Primo, but the cost was great.

Time itself froze. I found myself fighting a memory of Blackheart alongside Stormwind Noel, someone who had been missing since that day.

I defeated Blackheart, and my reward was passage into the world of Pulse.

But it was a trick.

My name is Abraham, and I will not falter in my duty.

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The light faded, and I found myself kneeling in Rabanastre. The aerodrome was completely intact, the signs of the battle and terrorism caused by Byakuran nonexistent. My companion was absent as well.

"Noel?! Noel!" I called out urgently, but no answer.

Several people wandered past me, a few giving me odd looks. Something was wrong. This wasn't my home.

"This…is Rabanastre. But not my Rabanastre." I whispered as the truth dawned upon me. I must have been transported to a different world entirely.

"Are you okay?" I heard a strong and concerned feminine voice, one that I could detect a slight accent in.

I turned to face the speaker, and was immediately taken off-guard.

A beautiful young woman was standing in front of me, with an odd grin on her face. She had wild, spiky black hair that seemed to be wavy somehow. Her clothing consisted of a short black top, black sleeves over her forearm, sandals, two purple claw-shaped earrings, what appeared to be a pair of fur pelts hanging from her waist. Those pelts were strapped to a belt that looked as if it were meant to hold a weapon of some kind, and her strange clothing was completed with a unique blue robe-type clothing that was more like a cloth wrapped around her shoulder and extended down to her feet (Also known as a sari). Her left arm had a tattoo that vaguely resembled a dragon head, and the other had a white brand that especially caught my curiosity.

"You better be looking at my face, friend." I jerked, realizing my sight had lingered too long on her chest.

"Sorry." I apologized, standing awkwardly.

It was then I noticed, with no small shock, that I was normal. The Mask of Hunger had turned into a white, black, and red metal ring.

I wore clothes similar to the clothes Coela gave me that night before we started our journey to Rabanastre. A feather-weight set of grey armored clothing covered by a weathered grey trenchcoat, with matching black boots and gloves. My grey hair was combed back in a casual fashion that still was slightly messy, and my beard was also messy to an extent.

I also noticed that I was wearing my eyepatch again, over my right eye.

"…Hellllo?" Her voice brought me back to reality immediately.

"Oh, sorry. My name is Abraham." I introduced myself slowly, and extended my hand.

"Abraham, huh? Funny sort of name. Anyway, my name is Oerba Yun Fang, but just call me Fang." She shook my hand. I noticed her grip was very strong, despite her appearance.

"Nice to meet you, Fang…" I nodded, looking around as I trailed off.

Now what? I had no way of getting back to my own dimension at this point, and I had nobody here to trust enough to help me get back.

"You look distracted. Judging from the looks of you, you haven't a place to sleep or eat." She gave me a penetrating and sharp once-over.

"Yeah, I guess you could put it that way." I sighed irritably.

"Well, you could stay here and deal with the rainstorm coming tonight, or you could come with me. I've got a pretty big place that needs more guests." Fang offered in that tone of voice that was slightly condescending yet still friendly. Unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice.

I spent a full minute thinking about my options. Either way it was obvious.

"…Sure. I'll come with you. Thanks for the assistance, Fang." I finally accepted.

"Great. Come on, my place is this way." She smiled and led me off.

I already had a bad feeling that I was going to get more than I bargained for out of this world. Either way, this was my best chance at finding Primo and getting the hell out of here.

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As he followed the woman off into the city, a man stepped out of the shadows.

He wore black robes heavily emblazoned with the X symbol.

His left eye was covered with his long black hair, and the other was bright gold.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Abraham…you made a mistake coming here. And that's a mistake I'll be sure to make you regret for the remainder of your miserable existence." He smiled evilly.

Victor Blackheart silently faded back into the shadows, leaving the street leading to the Rabanastre Gate empty. The Estersands nearby silently swirled.

And that's where my story of this world began.

Thank you for reading. I intend this story to match up with K Entertainment's new story, Clan Infamoux: Help Wanted.

For those of you who've played FFXIII, you might recognize Fang. There will be other characters from other Final Fantasy's that'll appear through the course of the story. I'd also like to give out info on bios.

Roughly on my fifth update I'll put out a bio form.

As my new policy dictates, any bios are to be confined to PMing me. This new rule is mostly because of certain authors trying to be Fanfiction Police.

So please send them via PM, so I don't have them chewing on my ass.

Thank you,

TheUndyingCrystal