THE IVALICE STORM

A joint story by: Comet Wong and Scipio

Disclaimer: None of the words and events stated within this manuscript are owned by the authors: Comet Wong and Scipio. We would like to remind those whose eyes pass over and read this story that the only thing that is original is the plot. May Galtea watch over you. Faram.

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Infant peace stirred by storm, a cleared sky darkened once more.

An age where Magick was commonplace and Airships plied the skies, crowding the heavens…

The heavens, never have my eyes seen such a bright sun shining in the distant east. With each rise comes a new day for Ivalice, a day which ends in the west with no strife or sorrow. Again the people of Ivalice live in a world blanketed by peace.

For years we have waged war against another, for many years were we ruled by those whose judgment have been clouded by avarice, tyranny, and evil. For years we have struggled, for many years we have dreamed.

When the fires of war had ravaged the lands, it was successful in claiming lives which numbered by the hundreds of thousands. There was much hate and there was much anger. And then, when the smoke hade cleared, the fire burning its final cinders and then ailed, we were able to understand fully what had been the precursor of such strife and chaos. It was us, who would have thought, all along.

The Empire was, surely enough, an actor which played a murderous role in the theatre of war, yet the denunciation was not theirs alone. We all were guilty of our own sins. Those sins were seen in war, and the cause of war was our fallibility to our own whims and desires.

We sought power, which man in Ivalice denies this?

The Nethicite bore promise for those who did seek power. It was granted to them, at a price of loss of their sanity and their person, anima clouded by abrasive mist.

Power misused by those whose hearts were too weak to bear it, that, along with Nethicite and the ever fallibility of our person, was surely enough to summon Death mounted on his steed of shadow. Had we allowed our transgressions to escalate beyond our control there would be no time for us to atone ourselves, for by then there would be none who would count themselves among the living.

Be grateful, for I am as well. We have survived to live another day, I pray a peaceful day.

Whatever strife there is which remains, be rid of it! Let us rejoice in this amity which has befallen us!

I, like the so many people in Ivalice spread throughout her nations, am overcome by mirth. Bitter days are spent and gone; there is no more shadow which threatens to infringe the tranquility. The galleasses of war are stilled, for what use are they, or for what purpose are they still kept, I cannot say nor would I fain know.

Memoirs of Marquis Ondore

Chapter 1: Of the fall of our misery.

We would like to extend are deepest thanks to those who read this first chapter. A fanf ic that is not from Middle-earth and the first joint fanfic Comet Wong has made with her beloved brethren. Scipio. We now ask that you review our manuscript with all haste. May Galtea watch over you. Faram.