Quest of the Nine Saviour
A fanfiction from the hands of Gunbazca & Wing Descendant
Disclaimer: All characters' names, places, and other related indicia used in this fan fiction are all owned by their respective copyright owners. This fan fiction is made solely for entertainment purposes and not for gathering profit. So, in other words, don't sue us. We're not rich enough to pay fines.
Prologue: The Hidden Danger
Wind swept across the sun-baked plains of Magalea. Home to thousands, these plains has been long renowned for its fertility. Wheat produced in these plains is famous worldwide for its delicious flavor and good texture. No wonder people -especially wheat farmers- here is quite wealthy. This wealth also leads to the ease of getting money in the region. Just about any job, whether it's right or wrong, is available. Many world-famous wealthy people start his/her career here. Today is just another day in the Reaping Season -named so for it coincides with the harvest of wheat- in which people -farmers, merchants, wanderers, even mercenaries and thieves- gather from all around in the town of Baggitao. Yet, in the large crowd, no one seems to know that an imminent danger seeking vengeance since twenty-five millenia ago is waiting for them, except this unlikely old man, sitting in the side of the road, telling stories to children.
"Harriet! Come on! I wanna see the story-teller!" a yellow-haired boy whined while tugging her sister's hands. "Calm down, Dickey. we'll get there soon enough. after I buy some elixir for grandma Elise," Harriet, the girl clad in blue, answered his little cousin Dickey's whine. "No fair! You always take eons! I'll go there ALONE!" Dickey bellowed, before breaking free from her sister's hands and running into the crowd. Harriet tried to chase him, but she bumped hard to a stranger and made the two of them fell down. "Yowch. that was hard. Oh my! Are you alright, sir?" Harriet said while getting up and helping the handsome young man stand. "Yeah. thought so, miss. Was that your brother there?" replied the man as he dusted his pants. "No, he's my cousin. oh, and I apologize for my clumsiness." "Oh, that's okay. Say, miss . er." "Harriet. My name is Harriet Bartholomew. Is anything the matter?" "Oh. alright then, miss Harriet. Do you happen to know someone by the name of Tidus Cromwell?" "He's my uncle. What business do you have with him?" "Nothing important, but it's a bit personal. Can you point me to his house?" "Um, He's living with us, but the road to our house is a bit hard to explain. but if you don't mind, you can tag along with me. I'm almost finished shopping, anyway. Oh, yeah, I haven't know your name, mister. um." "Nakamura. My name's Hanjiro Nakamura."
.Later that day.
"Auntie Yuna.! I'm back!" Harriet called in, as she entered the ample farm- style house. Dickey galloped to his bedroom at an instant, eager to try a new toy he just bought. "Oh, you're back, Harriet. Do you have any trouble with Dickey?" said a middle-aged lady wearing an apron while turning to Harriet. "No, nothing I really can't handle. Say auntie, where's uncle? This man wants to see him," Harriet replied casually as she strolls to the kitchen with two bags of groceries "He's still at the farm with your father," Yuna replied, while looking Hanjiro as Harriet puts her groceries and items in the kitchen, "So, what's your business with my husband, mister?" "About two weeks ago your husband placed a request to our mercenaries' guild, the Shinsengumi. I was sent here to attend that request," Hanjiro replied, placing a piece of paper, apparently some kind of contract or introduction letter, on the table. Yuna read it carefully. "Oh. I see. Nothing's very serious here, Hanjiro. Maybe Tidus wants you to investigate the continual robbery of our barns, that's all," Yuna said after reading the letter for a short while. "That's the matter, eh. OK then. I'll just wait for him here," Hanjiro responded while sitting on a chair near the entrance.
.
Three dark-caped figures rode through the night on their armor-rigged horses, hoping to reach the next town before it gets too late. They do not make much noise, only occasionally some sighings and mutterings between them. Their horses were also unusually quiet, just panting occasionally, as if they were only trotting instead of running like now. No one knows, that they are the bringers of destruction.
A fanfiction from the hands of Gunbazca & Wing Descendant
Disclaimer: All characters' names, places, and other related indicia used in this fan fiction are all owned by their respective copyright owners. This fan fiction is made solely for entertainment purposes and not for gathering profit. So, in other words, don't sue us. We're not rich enough to pay fines.
Prologue: The Hidden Danger
Wind swept across the sun-baked plains of Magalea. Home to thousands, these plains has been long renowned for its fertility. Wheat produced in these plains is famous worldwide for its delicious flavor and good texture. No wonder people -especially wheat farmers- here is quite wealthy. This wealth also leads to the ease of getting money in the region. Just about any job, whether it's right or wrong, is available. Many world-famous wealthy people start his/her career here. Today is just another day in the Reaping Season -named so for it coincides with the harvest of wheat- in which people -farmers, merchants, wanderers, even mercenaries and thieves- gather from all around in the town of Baggitao. Yet, in the large crowd, no one seems to know that an imminent danger seeking vengeance since twenty-five millenia ago is waiting for them, except this unlikely old man, sitting in the side of the road, telling stories to children.
"Harriet! Come on! I wanna see the story-teller!" a yellow-haired boy whined while tugging her sister's hands. "Calm down, Dickey. we'll get there soon enough. after I buy some elixir for grandma Elise," Harriet, the girl clad in blue, answered his little cousin Dickey's whine. "No fair! You always take eons! I'll go there ALONE!" Dickey bellowed, before breaking free from her sister's hands and running into the crowd. Harriet tried to chase him, but she bumped hard to a stranger and made the two of them fell down. "Yowch. that was hard. Oh my! Are you alright, sir?" Harriet said while getting up and helping the handsome young man stand. "Yeah. thought so, miss. Was that your brother there?" replied the man as he dusted his pants. "No, he's my cousin. oh, and I apologize for my clumsiness." "Oh, that's okay. Say, miss . er." "Harriet. My name is Harriet Bartholomew. Is anything the matter?" "Oh. alright then, miss Harriet. Do you happen to know someone by the name of Tidus Cromwell?" "He's my uncle. What business do you have with him?" "Nothing important, but it's a bit personal. Can you point me to his house?" "Um, He's living with us, but the road to our house is a bit hard to explain. but if you don't mind, you can tag along with me. I'm almost finished shopping, anyway. Oh, yeah, I haven't know your name, mister. um." "Nakamura. My name's Hanjiro Nakamura."
.Later that day.
"Auntie Yuna.! I'm back!" Harriet called in, as she entered the ample farm- style house. Dickey galloped to his bedroom at an instant, eager to try a new toy he just bought. "Oh, you're back, Harriet. Do you have any trouble with Dickey?" said a middle-aged lady wearing an apron while turning to Harriet. "No, nothing I really can't handle. Say auntie, where's uncle? This man wants to see him," Harriet replied casually as she strolls to the kitchen with two bags of groceries "He's still at the farm with your father," Yuna replied, while looking Hanjiro as Harriet puts her groceries and items in the kitchen, "So, what's your business with my husband, mister?" "About two weeks ago your husband placed a request to our mercenaries' guild, the Shinsengumi. I was sent here to attend that request," Hanjiro replied, placing a piece of paper, apparently some kind of contract or introduction letter, on the table. Yuna read it carefully. "Oh. I see. Nothing's very serious here, Hanjiro. Maybe Tidus wants you to investigate the continual robbery of our barns, that's all," Yuna said after reading the letter for a short while. "That's the matter, eh. OK then. I'll just wait for him here," Hanjiro responded while sitting on a chair near the entrance.
.
Three dark-caped figures rode through the night on their armor-rigged horses, hoping to reach the next town before it gets too late. They do not make much noise, only occasionally some sighings and mutterings between them. Their horses were also unusually quiet, just panting occasionally, as if they were only trotting instead of running like now. No one knows, that they are the bringers of destruction.
