Final Fantasy- Origin
This is only a novelization of Final Fantasy 9. Not an actual fic. I'll leave some things out and put others in. Ok? Good, here we go…
Chapter 1- Prologue: Longing for Freedom
The flimsy boat tossed around the obsidian seas, being harried this way and that due to the howling wind that whipped up fierce sheets of vapour and rain. A wave crashed into its side, soaking the tattered sail and drenching the two occupants, a girl of perhaps six years, and a woman who clung to the child with one arm and to the gunwale with the other. Their faces were obscured by hoods, and were only visible in between flashes of lightning.
A vast sight lay a mile or so behind them: an unbelievably huge firestorm wreaking huge amounts of destruction. Buildings, wild-life and people were obliterated in seconds, and the earth burned with rage and sorrow for the lost beauty.
The tiny ship sank twenty…twenty-five…thirty feet below the navy sea, then leaped back up again in a matter of seconds, riding the wave as it rolled over, releasing the boat like a stone from a slingshot.
For a moment the battered boat seemed to hover in the air, then it crashed down with titanic force, jolting both mother and daughter in the air. The tattered sail whipped about in the fell wind, the ocean rocked violently and any remaining hope in the mother's heart was fast dying.
Suddenly an enormous wave, bigger than any encountered, swept under the boat, throwing it forward as the momentum carried them forward. A brief lightning strike reflected the faces of the young, terrified girl and desperation and horror that was tattooed over the mother's-
She opened her eyes with a small cry.
She was currently sitting in a chair, a book lying on the floor at a certain page and the red rays of dawn streaming through her windows as the twin moons of Gaia slowly took their place behind the mountains. A blue dress adorned her slender body, a silver coronet with white wings adorning her hair, black as the ravens wing.
Sighing, she rose slowly, and wandered to the window, catching sight of the early morning birds. He finally paused at the window, then, with a sweep of her arms, flung open the window, scattering the white doves away to the skies beyond. He reached out her hand longingly, as if to reach out and join the ranks that flew so freely. In her mind she though of one thing:
How I long for the taste of freedom.
There ye are Kenrai.