The Black Mage in the Materia World
-NOTE BEFORE READING-
THE STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE EVENTS OF FF9 AND FF7. DIRGE OF CERBERUS, FINAL FANTASY ORIGINS, DISSIDIA, AND ANY OTHER FOLLOW UP GAMES ARE NOT PART OF THE STORy'S HISTORY, NOR ARE ANY MOVIES
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CHAPTER ONE
…A lonely boy in blue…
Vivi was slumped up against a wall. A light rain was falling. He blinked for a few seconds, and lifted his head.
*LUB DUB. LUB DUB*
There was a terrible pounding sensation in his head. It ricocheted in his ears, vibrated his entire head-at least, it felt like it did.
*LUB DUB. LUB DUB*
He managed to get up, with a serious force of effort. The scene was almost depressing-many large, metal buildings that looked ramshackle and worn down, like nobody had repaired so much as a screw in years. It was night by the looks of it, and the atmosphere was cloudy. It reeked, and considering Vivi's sense of smell wasn't in tip top shape that told him a lot. It reeked of smoke and the smell of industry, one he wasn't familiar with. Lights and signs displayed stores and wonders and comforts and a partridge in a pair tree; but judging by the upkeep half of it was pretend and for want, not for sale.
Few people walked the streets, but those that did hardly glanced at him. Perhaps the Black Mages had been here before.
*LUB DUB. LUB DUB*
That phrase… Black mages…
The headache turned into gunshot. All in his head still, he fell to his short knees and almost screamed. Apparently he shouldn't think about that phrase.
Come to think of it… He couldn't remember much of anything. He remembered his name, that he could do some magic, and that he usually had a staff. He didn't have a staff, or anything.
A sign caught his attention. 'The Seventh Heaven', it read. What the hell, he thought. He could go for a drink.
A wind blew. A strong wind it was, too. For the first time, passerby noticed Vivi. His hat never moved, and the wind neither slowed nor hasted his advancement. It was if Vivi existed beyond the wind.
*LUB DUB. LUB DUB*
It was slow business that day. Tifa looked over the few patrons; a young man with short blue hair sat in the corner, slowly sipping a beverage he brought and eating a sandwich. An old man, maybe 50, was drunk off his ass and kept ordering another round. His tab owed over 100 gil already.
Another wind blew and the old bar's lights flickered. Then the door opened, and in stepped the oddest figure she had seen yet. He would be no taller than a child, a short child, but the damn hat made him almost as tall as a (albeit short) man. On his small body, he wore a blue robe-type thing. His face couldn't be seen, just two little golden suns peering out of the darkness. But more than that, there was just a foreign feel to the air around him.
"Excuse me…I'm Vivi and I seemed to have lost my memory and…everything. Where am I?"