A/N: I haven't gotten the chance to play Revenant Wings, but I know some of the basics of what I've read from wikis, so if I get something wrong, please don't hate. Once I've actually played the game, I might go back and rewrite, but until then, this is my story and it shall go the way I please. I hope you enjoy it because I've been throwing this idea around since I first played the game about 4 years ago.

Chapter One

1st Person POV

There was nothing I hated more than patrol duty. This isn't where I belonged! I belonged back at the temple helping my father! Not out here making sure airships didn't come within our borders. Though, to be fair, everyone was expected to do patrols at least once a week. "Minuet! Look out!" I heard being called from behind me. The next thing I knew, I was swerving to avoid being hit by something extremely large and metal.

Just our luck, we'd flown into an air raid over the palace in Rabanastre. Swerving, I managed to avoid two projectiles, but three must've been my 'lucky' number because the next thing I knew, there was a blinding pain in my left shoulder and I couldn't keep altitude. As I kept fighting to stay in the air, I started seeing black around the edges of my sight. Before I knew it, everything was pitch black and painful.

Third Person POV

Balthier lifted himself off the grimy floors of the sewers and brushed himself off before offering his hand to Fran. The Viera took it gratefully and pulled herself up. "What happened? Our hover didn't just drop-it disappeared." Fran questioned, walking over to examine the hover while Vaan tried to gather himself.

"Bah. Forget it. Even if we could fly, the Ifrit's playing with fire and I'd rather not get burned. We'll go the old fashioned way." Balthier voiced, indicating the only other passage that was available to them. "Not many Viera where you come from, thief?" he asked, noticing that Vaan was staring at his partner.

"It's Vaan." The blond defended at being called a thief and then turned back to Fran. "Sorry." He apologized, looking a little guilty for staring.

"Well, Fran is special; in that she'd deign to partner with a hume." Balthier explained, smiling fondly at the Viera.

"Oh? Like a sky pirate that chooses to steal through the sewers?" she retorted, raising a delicate eyebrow before suddenly her attention was stolen by a low groan from the rubble.

"What is it, Fran?" Balthier asked, not used to seeing his partner with a look of pure concern on her face. The Viera said nothing, but moved forward and began moving large pieces of broken concrete. It wasn't until the other two noticed a hand sticking out of the rubble that they realized what she was doing. After some work, and the help of the other two, she was able to free the buried person.

Minuet's POV

I felt weight lifting off me, but I still couldn't move. My hearing was coming back, however, and I could hear someone talking. "What is she?" came a male voice and I had a bad feeling he was talking about me.

"An Aegyl. I thought they were only a legend, but I guess we've just been proven wrong." Came a second man's voice, older and deeper. This wasn't good. This was very bad. I was unable to move and I was surrounded by what I was guessing to be more than likely two Hume men and a third presence I couldn't quite place.

"Legend says that the Aegyl opposed the gods and were banned from Ivalice. Since then, they have not been seen or heard from. They have faded into legend. The Viera would do the same if there were not those such as myself." Came a female voice this time, exotic almost, but soothing none the less. "She must've been injured in the air raid. Blood seeps from one of her wings." She added and I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder before I felt a cold sensation spread throughout my shoulder and the pain began to subside.

"I can't heal her completely, but I have stopped the bleeding."

"Will she be alright?" the boy asked and there was a long pause. I wanted nothing more than to open my eyes, stand, and get away from wherever I was as soon as possible.

"The spell will take a few minutes to spread throughout her body, but she will be fine." The woman said again and, true to her word, within a few minutes, I began to feel my body regaining itself. Carefully, I tried to open my eyes. Luckily, it was fairly dim where we were and I was able to open them without them being invaded by unwanted light.

I seemed to be underground. Just the last place an Aegyl wanted to be. I then took a more careful look at my surroundings. There was a large hole in the ceiling and the remains of it were on the ground where I was laying.

I then took notice of the people around me. A young Hume boy with blond hair and a boyish face. An older Hume man, not much older by the looks of him, with brown hair and a soft face. The last one I noticed was the Viera, possibly the only of the races on Ivalice that the Aegyl had any form of respect for due to the majority of their race cutting themselves off from the others, much as we did so long ago.

Despite the searing protest in my shoulder, I tried to sit up and stand, but the Viera placed a hand on the shoulder that wasn't in complete pain. "You shouldn't move too much just yet. The spell has healed your wounds, but it will take some time before it's completed its process. Your wing is also injured. My spell couldn't heal it." She explained.

This wasn't good. If I couldn't fly, then I'd be stuck on the Underworld and that would mean I'd most certainly be dead if the others didn't come for me. They wouldn't risk revealing themselves for the sake of one warrior though. High Priest's daughter or not. It didn't make a difference when my brother went missing four years ago.

"You don't need to be alarmed." The Viera said, as if sensing my slight panic.

"Alarmed?" I said, raising an eyebrow at the woman before using the wall to pull myself up from the ground, brushing soot and dust from myself. "I don't need to be alarmed. I can handle myself from fiends such as the races of the Underworld." I retorted, not resenting the venom in my voice. The Aegyl might have some respect for the Viera, but they were still a race of the Underworld and our teachings taught us that they were all capable of doing us harm if given the opportunity.

"I guess the legends are true then. Your people left Ivalice and formed a hatred for all those below." The man said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nonetheless, you'll be a welcome hand as we try to make our way through the sewers." He added, ignoring the glare that I threw at him. "The name's Balthier. This is my partner, Fran. And yours?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Minuet." I answered, deciding if I wanted to get out of these sewers, I needed to at least be civil to these people. After that, I could figure out a way to get back home.

"I'm Vaan." The blonde said, holding out my Geminus to me.

Saying nothing, I took the double bladed sword and fixed back into its holster between my wings.

"Shall we then?" Balthier asked and began down the steps into the lightly flowing water. The Viera followed after him wordlessly, but Vaan stayed where he was for a moment. Then he seemed to come to some sort of internal agreement and followed after the other two.

Sighing, I took up the rear of the small group. Like before, I told myself that this would be the quickest way to get out of here and back home.

We stopped, however, when we noticed a couple of soldiers dead in the water. "Insurgents. Most likely they thought to take advantage of a lax watch while the fete's on…to feed the food consul a length of steel for his supper. I should think Vayne used to such hospitality. Clever. He used himself as the bait to draw them near, and then sent in the air brigade. A fine, bloody banquet. Hmph. I daresay I've soiled my cuff. If a dungeon's waiting for us at the end of the night, it had best have a change of wardrobe." Balthier said, sounding disgusted almost.

"It's a disgrace how easily you Humes are willing to kill each other." I voiced and the older man turned to raise an eyebrow at me.

"We've been doing it for centuries, my dear. With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man. Yet they're usually for the same reasons. Power, revenge, or survival."

A/N: Sorry it's kinda boring, but it should get more interesting as things get going along. I always thought the beginning of the game was kinda boring anyway, but this is where I decided to start. Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I've got so far and, again, please keep in mind that there are going to be a few things that aren't right about the Ageyl race (like I said before, I haven't played the game, but I've read up on them from wikis).