A/N: Ok so here's the deal. I write my prologue and see what the reviews are like. Then from those I decide if I continue. Get it? Got it? Good! Down to business…
Chronicles of Myia : Prologue
In the year of 574, Vana'diel faced an outburst of the beastmen of each nation. This was not very common but not unheard of either, that was until there came fiercer and more combat worthy beastmen emerging from the depths of their lairs. Unknown creatures of terrible strength. The free peoples lost ground as they slowly began to lose each outpost until they were kept up in the very city they had began with. The guards and adventurers of each nation were given the task of defending their keep, lest the beastmen toppled the walls and lay waste to the city and its residents.
"Knights of San d'Oria!" The rousing voice of the Elvaan Captain called his troops, restoring their dwindling courage. "Oaths you have sworn for your city, for your people, for you King! To serve and protect the royal family and the city!"
The knights and adventurers of many races cheered valiantly, waving swords or bows in the air. The captain raised his hand again to silence the crowd.
"Let there be no fault in your heart or your sword and take down these foes that threaten our existence. They show us no mercy …so we shall respond in kind!" More cheers. "Now… show your valour and defend these walls for King and country!"
Amongst the encouraging shouts of the soldiers, there stood a single male Mithra. Rhazua Fhli, tall, broad and a good charm with the women. He wore simple scale mail armor and wielded a strong iron sword and shield, crafted with his own skill. From his pocket he produced out a green beret, brought it to his face, whispered a silent prayer and donned the cap. In his head, he recalled his three year old daughter's voice.
'Daddy, you'll come back, right? You'll show those bad beastmen who's the best then you'll come home! Promise?'
'Myia … I'll come home to you…I promise.' He thought. A tear escaped his eye, but he suppressed his feelings and concentrated on his duty. The smashing upon the doors continued, coming as hard and fierce as ever. Finally, the gate could hold no more and it gave way, allowing a horde of beastmen into the walls of the city.
"Volley!"
The voice of the captain rang out clearly and a hail of arrows whistled through the air and impaled the first few rows of the vile creatures. Yet still they flooded through the gate unhindered, moving closer and closer to the line of soldiers. Reason had abandoned Rhazua in that fleeting moment, all he cared for was at his home. He clashed his sword and shield together as he ran toward the advancing lines of the fearsome creatures.
"MYIA!"
A teenage mithran girl woke up startled and sat up instantly in her bed. She could feel a light sweat across her forehead. She slowly wiped the sweat off of her before lying back on her comfy, cherry blossom quilt. 'It was a dream…nothing more.' She thought.
Her bedroom door opened slowly as she saw the silhouette of her mother entering. "Are you alright Myia? I heard your voice again." She spoke softly.
"Yeah mom its ok. Just a … nightmare again."
"Well if you're sure dear." She quickly left the teenager to her thoughts, for she knew better than to disturb her.
Myia's ears twitched instinctively, making sure her mother was still not at the door, before stretching her tall figure and tail and moving toward the open window.
She had slick brown hair tied up tightly in a pigtail at the back, now swinging gently in the breeze. She wore soft pink pyjamas that had a small chocobo stitched onto the bottom of the right leg and on the left of the chest. This was her casual wear if she was ever in the house, as it was extremely comfortable to be in. But she always preferred items of clothing that were a bit revealing, tank tops being her favoured item of apparel. Her mother would always disapprove but despite the nagging she still wore things like that.
But her most striking feature was her eyes. Her eyes were crystal clear pools of blue that twinkled marvellously whenever she felt content. This trait had been greatly admired by several boys who would always try to sweep her off her feet. Of course, they always used the wrong broom and would end up being thrown into the sea.
Sitting on the edge of the window, Myia began to twirl her tail between her fingers and began to sing a calm quiet melody that she would often sing when she felt alone or depressed, like a lone wolf howling in the moon. She could feel tears escaping her eyes as she wiped them away with her free hand.
