FF: Journey
Prologue
The bustling city of Corneria is a fine city. Its in habitants come from all corners of the world. Today however the streets were especially crowded. Considering the
what day it was nobody was making a big fuss about it. After all it was the day
in which Destiny Academy was receiving a new batch of students to start out its new school year.
Destiny Academy is a school where students from all over come in order to
further their studies in their specific fields of expertise. Each student was classified
into one of either six groups depending on their studies and other special conditions.
A warrior was a student who specialized in physical combat using all sorts of weapons.
A thief was a student who focused on indirect combat and stealing things from their opponent and using it against them.
A black mage was a student who studied the black arts and all its destructive secrets.
A white mage was a student who practiced the holy arts. A red mage was a student who rather than focusing on one specific
subject they balance between direct combat and both magical arts, but they are never as good as the others.
The type of student is a monk who uses nothing but physical unarmed combat.
Students of all the different groups were walking through the school's front gates eager to learn from such powerful masters who awaited them.
One student, a 17 year old boy with short, brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a blue sleeveless Gi and no belt, however just stood on the roof of a shop looking out at the crowd. As he waited atop this building he could feel the wind blowing against him and through his hair. These
winds of change were greeting him to his new life as he grinned and announced to
himself, "I'm finally here."
Ch 1
The mob of students died down and the boy jumped off the shop surprising the owner and all its customers. He proceeded through the gates, walked through the court yard, and entered the main building. Looking around he noticed a table with a middle-aged man with an orange beard, sleeveless armor, a helm with some more orange hair coming out the back, muscles, and a giant axe in the middle, and old geezer of a man, who was bald with white hair on the sides, a short, sharp pointed beard, sun glasses and a dark green kung-fu uniform with a gold dragon going from one sleeve to another, on the left, and a young, blonde, adult female wearing a white robe which made it impossible to tell her cup size on the right. The boy approached the table. "Name and acceptance letter," the middle-aged man said as he held out his hand.
The boy reached into his Gi and pulled out a letter. "My name is Alan Vaines." As the middle-aged man grabbed the letter he examined the outside and tore it up. Alan dropped his mouth in shock. "You didn't even read it."
"I don't have to."
"But all the work I had to do to get that."
The middle-aged man flipped through a stack of papers until he found the one he wanted. "Aw so your a monk. And here I was hoping I'd get such a strapping young lad for my lessons."
"So you're the one of the people I was told to watch for." They turned to the old man. "I'm Issui and I'll be your teacher while you're at this school." He pointed toward at the map in front of him to an area labeled "Dojo."
Alan immediately recognized the name "So you're going to be my sensei. Well I hope you don't break me."
"Don't worry. A frail, old man such as myself doesn't have as much vigor as you young ones."
Alan turned to the female. "Let me guess, you're in charge of dorm assignment."
"Why yes I am. I'm the white arts teacher and nurse Ms. Ginger. I'll be seeing you a lot through out the year. Let's see... you'll be in tower three, room 343."
Scared at what she said he picked up a map along with all the other papers and headed out. He was now in the courtyard where students and teachers were talking whether it was between old friends or new acquaintances. While Alan was walking he was also reading some of his papers which included orientation, class information, and dorm rules. He then casually side stepped and held out his hand. Immediately following those actions a young, rogue-ish looking girl the same age as Alan flew through the air only to be caught by her right wrist. Alan held her up, "Seriously, Do you have to do this every time we see each other?"
The rogue-ish girl replied, "Yes."
"You can't just walk up to me say, 'Long time no see.' and give me a hug."
"If you put me down I would." Alan let go, she hugged him briefly. "It's been a while huh Alan."
"Well, Chrissie, it has been a year but who's counting."
"I gotta go and check out my dorm. See you during lunch." She yelled as he waved his little thief friend off.
As soon as she was gone a red mage and warrior walked up to Alan. The warrior was the first to speak, "Excuse me but do you know where tower three is? My roommate has seemed to have gotten us lost several times looking for it."
"What are you talking about! I was so close to getting us there," the red mage replied angrily.
"I doubt they would make us live in an alchemy lab, a locker room, or a storage room."
"Sure I know where it is, in fact I was assigned there too," Alan got his word in.
"Great! By the way I'm Scott," the warrior introduced himself. "And this is my roommate Kit."
"Hi, my names Alan." Alan leaned over to Scott to whisper, "I feel sorry for you." They both looked at Kit.
They finally reached the dorm. "Thanks for the help. Hope to see you around," Scott said as he and Kit walked away to find their room.
Alan walked in to see a wide variety of students standing around talking. He muttered to himself, "I wonder who my roommate is?" He walked up the stairs to the fifth floor and looked around. There were a total of eight rooms per floor so it was safe to assume that his room was in the middle of the hallway. He walked reading the numbers on the door till he found 343. Alan turned the knob to the door only to find that it was locked. He reached into his bag and pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and opened it. In the room was a black mage who was shorter than Alan, wearing a blue robe and yellow hat, short cut hair, and that black face thing that keeps you from seeing any other facial feature. The black mage was unpacking on the right bed so Alan just walked up to the left one and threw his stuff onto it. "Hello I'm Alan your roommate."
The black mage continued to unpack silently. All Alan could see as his roommate was unpacking were a bunch of books, more robes, and several posters with strange symbols on them. While Alan was trying to figure this person out he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Alan walked over to the door, opened it, and there was a blonde white mage wearing a traditional white mage robe standing there. Though it was a small room Alan's roommate couldn't hear the anything that was going on. "I'm Katelyn. I'm one of you neighbors from across the hall," She held up her hand to point out that her room was the one across from Alan's. "I decided that I should introduce myself to my neighbors so that I could get to know everyone."
"My name is Alan and that over there is my roommate. He hasn't told me his name yet. I'm pretty sure he's just shy though."
"Well if you need anything just knock on my door and I'd be glad to help."
"Thank you. See you around." Alan closed the door and turned around to go back to his bed. At the corner of his eye he noticed something fall from his roommate's bed. Without thinking he picked it up quickly and held it in front of him and said, "Here you dropped your bra..." The black mage looked over and they both froze. The black mage began to blush. "You're a girl!" The next thing Alan could recall was being blasted by a fire spell. He flew into the door knocking it off its hinges only to continue to fly with the door and finally hitting the door across the hall. Katelyn opened her door to see Alan under her door and the black mage ran out.
"Sorry I was just nervous and had a panic attack," She tried to explain but Alan was out.
Several people who lived on that floor helped get the door off him. The Ms. Ginger walked down the hallway, "That was sooner than I expected." The nurse gave him a once over and she was surprised. "It looks like you were already treated."
Alan pointed to Katelyn, "I was told that she healed me."
"I had to. I couldn't just watch him sit there in pain." Katelyn explained.
"At least you're up again." Ms. Ginger gave him a pat on the back which made him tense up in agony. "Well not all rookies can get it all done on the first time."