Chapter 1: The Simple Introduction

Hello, and welcome to my story, called 'The Story of Kazaka Nalo.' This is based upon the perspective of a soldier, who had been in the allied forces of Altana to fight against the beastmen, which threatened the lands of Vana'diel. But first, I want to say that although I have played the game, and I got to level 20 or so as a Red Mage, but I unfortunately never got very far out of Windurst (I'm a loser Don't rub it in). I also closed my account because I wasn't playing often, and I couldn't afford to pay 16 dollars a month for much longer.

Well, on to better things. Thanks for going to read my story, and more things if you took the time to read this. I'm hoping to make this a moderately long, as long as keep getting reviews. Also, as you can probably figure now, please review this story after reading it. If I don't get many reviews from multiple people, then I may not review. Well, enough of my constant rambling. Enjoy my story!

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Kazaka Nalo sighed in frustration, as he marched along the clouded path to the federation of Windurst, where it was believed that the last defensive effort of the allied forces of Altana would be given. For years, they'd waged war against the beastmen, a horrid band of orcs, trolls, creatures of the shadows; perhaps everything which represented hatred and darkness.

Kazaka looked about to his faithful allies that surrounded him, ranging from the common race of Hume, even to Galkas, as well as the energetic Tarutaru. It was here, in the federation of Windurst, that the allied forces of Altana would fight the beastmen, whether it is a pitiful defeat, or a substantial victory. Perhaps everything depended on this single battle.

Kazaka rested his sheathed, long sword against his shoulder, as he tried to look over the forwarding army, and ahead of them. "C'mon…aren't we ever gonna make it? I'm sick of walkin'…"

A large, Galka beside Kazaka grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. "We shall arrive shortly. Please, do not fret about the travel. We all wish to camp, but we also know that we must get to the city as soon as possible."

A young-looking Mithra popped her head out from behind him. "Yeah, c'mon Kazaka, ya big baby. It's not too far. Just get over it."

Kazaka sighed, slumping his head. Whenever he was with the two of them, he hardly had a chance to say anything negative without them interrupting with their own comments.

He had been friends with the both of them, since the day he had been drafted to fight. The Mithra, Cala Mensta, was a fantastic swordsman, who was quite outgoing, and always tried to look on the bright side of things.

The Galka, Zinthol Bess, however, was almost completely the opposite. He was a powerful monk, and could strike fear even into the largest of trolls. But inside that powerful outer shell, he was actually a shy softy, and didn't quite like disputes among his friends or allies.

Kazaka kicked the ground as he walked, continuing his march behind the ranks of hundreds, if not thousands of other soldiers. "Well, I still want to get there soon…I hope it'll be better than Bastok at least."

Kazaka was raised as a boy in the Republic of Bastok, and had lived there peacefully with his family before the start of the Great War. Once he turned nineteen, he had been drafted as a swordsman to assist the Allied forces of Altana. He still was anonymous to the history of his friends, or any allies for that matter. They all preferred to keep their pasts to themselves.

Cala frowned, bopping Kazaka on the head. "C'mon, don't give us that look!" She shifted her short iron sword against her waist. "If ya just keep thinking positive, maybe it'll pass by faster."

Kazaka sighed once more, shaking his head in response. "Yeah, well-" But before he could even respond, there was an echo of voices.

"The federation of Windurst is in sight now! It's up ahead!" A chorus of cheers rang out at the news they had just heard. It was true, the sight of a large city, one which was built especially for a situation such as this, sat only about a mile away from their position.

For the first time in a long while, Kazaka grinned widely, as he thrusted his sword into the air. "Alright! Finally! I can take off these clunky shoes." He tapped the front of his boots against the ground as he walked. "I'd swear they weighed twenty pounds each."

Cala grinned at her friend's joke, wrapping her hands around the back of her head. "See, just keep thinkin' positive! We'll get there in no time at this rate!"

Zinthol nodded, rubbing his hands together. "And just think, at last a decent meal will be waiting for us on the other side of these walls if we get lucky." Almost on que, his stomach growled loud enough for the three, and everyone else to here.

Nearly everyone broke out into a noisy chuckle. When you've been traveling non-stop the entire day, nearly anything can seem funny if it's not so related to the war.

At last, the city came into complete view of the three. It was a large, decent sized city with a huge defensive wall surrounding it completely. There were large torches lit along the wall, guards standing attentively at each one. As the guards began to notice the large army approach, they rejoiced, cheering into the air at the new arrival of allies. Perhaps now, they would stand a chance against the beastmen.

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Well, this is my first Final Fantasy XI fan fic, and I hope to continue this one if I get enough reviews. Again I say, please review often, and to each chapter. It'll give me a motive to make the next chapter. Well, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Be on the look out for updates!

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