Author's Note:
As most of you well know, I don't own this beautiful game.
I don't actually know if I'm ever going to finish this, though I do have the rough draft of the Intro sitting in my desk. If this story gets a decent reception I might consider continuing it. But first and foremost I'm doing this to have fun and enjoy myself.
I'm not planning to reuse too much dialogue from the actual game itself, because I find that that gets a little boring. And future chapters will be much longer. If any of you wanted to know.
Hope you enjoy~
The story begins like this:
A long time ago, there was a vestal, who practiced her sacred rites to protect the wind crystal from falling into darkness. Yet there came a time when not even her strongest prayers could stop the evil from devouring the crystal's light, and as the acolytes and candles around her were hungrily licked away she was swept into cold consuming blackness…
—at around the same time, in a town of beginnings, there awoke a man with not a memory to his name, nor a name at all, in fact. All he had was a black book which seemed to foresee the future. Every day he would flip through that book, a journal of sorts, fingering aged pages and the quick round handwriting on them, the sketches of friends he's yet to meet and the monsters he dreaded to face. And he'd watch the people of the town swell and fade, waiting for a girl he's fated to love…
—this girl was a fierce fighter who sought to prove herself to a proud but busy father, despite her age and gender. For most of her childhood she was trained by an expert swordsmaster and learned her way with the sword, and the meaning of duty and honor. And, when the location of the last vestal became clear, she took to the skies, intent on capturing the one that would herald destruction…
—A long time ago, there was a shepherd who lived in a sleepy village that was beset by an ancient and inevitable catastrophe. The earth shattered beneath them and opens its empty jaws, and the houses and the livestock and the people crumbled and fell into a never-ending abyss. And as the earth swallowed up the unlucky inhabitants the shepherd grabbed ahold of his younger brother and told him to hold on.
But it was all for naught.
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This is the story of how the Great Chasm was created, in the continent of Caldis. This is how four very different heroes of light were chosen by a cryst-fairy to rid the crystals of their darkness and bring light to the world once more. This is how the Pillars fell, how the earth sank time and time again, how each quest seemed more difficult, terrifying, impossible than the last.
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This is a story told many times before, though perhaps never quite the same way twice.