I finally decided to right one about Final Fantasy Twelve. Yes I played the Game and loved it. So here is my attempt at it.
I do not own the copyrights to Final Fantasy XII, I do Howere own the characters and towns that didn't appear in the game.
The sound of the soldiers metal boots were quickened in pace as they chased after a small boy through the forests. Their orders were that no one should live to report any information on the destruction of the mining town of Valli Ester, but the boy was giving them much chase.
' I cannot stop, I must not stop.' The boy thought, heart pounding. ' To stop would be to invite my own death.'
The boy tried everything he knew on how to lose an attacker, but these trained soldiers were much different than the common street thug. Although some tricks bought him maybe a minute or two of rest it was not enough to keep any man from reaching fatigue but the boy kept pushing himself farther and farther.
' Mother please help me, father, brother, somebody please…' the small boy's pleading thoughts were interrupted by the excruciating pain of an arrow piercing his right shoulder.
This made the boy slightly stumble but it did not stop his pace. Now the boy began to know fear beyond all imagination. That fact that they could hit him meant that he was slowing down. He could not afford to slow down. The boy began weaving through trees. He had not realized before that he had made his way into the forest , nor did he know how deep he was into it. Unfortunately, now was not the time to ponder these new facts, for as his mind started to focus on his surroundings he soon felt a familiar pain through his abdominal area.
" One more should finish that brat off!" One of the soldiers shouted as the arrow hit.
But the boy did not fall; he kept on running. A new sensation was overwhelming his whole body. This feeling was cold.
" Is this what death feels like? Am I going to die?"
The boy finally came to a stop. His pursuers were still behind him, but what was in front of him? It seemed like another group of soldiers, but they were very slender with long ears and wielding bows. As he began to wonder weather they were friend or foe another arrow pierced through his left thigh causing his leg to buckle. Even with this new injury the boy still never took his eyes off of the new warriors. Even when they drew there arrows, he did not blink, and when they fired, everything began to slow. The arrows passed but the young boy as if in slow motion. Not long after the arrows were shot the screams of pain could be heard from behind.
When all was silent, one of the long eared soldiers approached the child with a calm but concerned look. The boy did not know what to think. His mind could not focus . His pain was numb, and his body was cold. The only thing he could do however was cough up what little blood he had left and finally fall to rest on the cold mossy ground. Even though his eyes were shut his ears could only pick up the stray words of….
" Go….. Help…. Doctor…..Now!"