By J.B.
Part Alpha - Me
As some who may have poked in my profile have noticed, I took out my previous Final Fantasy Tactics story; it was just way too... embarrassing for me to even write. What the hell was I on when I wrote The Foreigner? -_-;;; I'm hoping this one is at least somewhat more tasteful, and is not one of those stories where the Mary Sue (although I greatly retain that my definition of Mary Sue is that it's a made-up character created primarily to fall in love with the main character(s) and screw up canon, or even popular non-canon, relationships) is overpowered with Dragon Whiskers, Chaos Blades, and Holy Explosion techniques. No, that just won't do. ^_^;; My character will, just like any other schmoe, earn his keep and right as a unique character. You just wait and see...
Relationships? Uh... there might be any, depending on how I feel like it. You know, of all the available girls out there for Ramza, these three seem to be most popular: Agrias, Rafa, and in a distant third, Meliadoul. (I would mention Alma, but I don't really count her as a primary love interest, not because I'm against incest or anything like that, morely because there is not enough interaction between the two to give me reason enough to include her as such.) Feel free to argue which coupling is best, I mind not ^^;
On with the show, souya desu ka~~!
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1st of March, circa 200 A.D.
I take it that those of you who might find this tablet of inane and ludicrous thoughts will want to know who I am. For the record, you should know me as one of the legendary "heretic" Ramza Beoulve's first allies ever since his name was first recorded in the history books. Yes, I was one of the few that knew him before the outbreak of the Lion War, but I was in no way special like any of the other heroes you may have read out. I was no "Thundergod Cid"; I had nothing to do with the kinship of the Holy Knights, nor was I one of the more malevolent Dark Knights, or even those exotic wizards that some of the southerners talk about today.
No, I was none of that. Just like every other man in his rite of passage, I met him and began as a mere little squire. An average 5'5", black-haired, and blue-eyed squire, but a squire nonetheless.
My name is Tyrane Leimant.
But names don't matter.
In the battlefield, they never did.
Today was the beginning of the spring, and an important day it was as well. The Academy of Gariland was where I, as well as my other peers, trained and studied at, all of us seeking our own hopes and dreams, yet united under the banner of the Hokuten. We wouldn't have been any prouder.
We were gathered in the Auditorium, all of us patiently awaiting Master Daravon (as some called him; but I always disliked the old coot, he was much too boring for my taste) or whoever had called us here. While waiting, I merely leaned upon a wooden support, paying little mind to my Squire and Chemist peers, who were talking about the latest news of something concerning the Marquis and the Death Corps. But I could care less, there was always something wrong going on in Ivalice.
Before I could catch a minute of dozing, someone from the next room had called to us in a stern voice.
"Cadets, line up!"
I heard the call from the knight as clear as day, and as I adjusted into line along with the other Squires and Chemists that stood behind and to the sides of me, he strode into the room proudly, his white mantle of the White Lion flowing proudly behind him. He spoke to us of our assigned mission of this semester; we were to be deployed to Igros Castle and support the reserve troops that were stationed there. 'A simple guarding task,' I thought with a hint of distaste, although I didn't state that thought out loud.
Before I was finished filtering out the details from the Hokuten soldier's boring briefing, another Knight rushed into the room and whispered silently at him. This one was female, and young too, catching the eyes of nearly every one of the males' attention. To be honest, there weren't many girls that I knew that swore loyalty to knighthood, so they demanded great respect... but that didn't mean I couldn't take a peek or two at them. I couldn't hear what the two Hokuten were conversing about, but I had an idle feeling that our plans would soon change.
"Cadets, ready your swords!"
Yup, I was right.
"A gang of tortured thieves is trying to sneak into town. We'll set out now to keep them out of town! Prepare immediately!"
'Thieves, huh? This shouldn't take long.' I looked at the brown-haired Squire next to me. "Up for some real action, Leon?" I asked with every bit of confidence.
He gave me a smirk, preparing his long dagger on his belt. "Hope you can keep up this time, Tyrane," he taunted. The female Squire and Chemist in front of us rolled their eyes. So what if were being egotistical? It was our way of competition and toughening each other up.
Then I looked toward our supposed 'leader' of this next squall. I walked over to the blonde, nodding in acknowledgement.
"So, great leader Ramza, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," he said with some confidence. The tan-armored youth next to him readied his Broad Sword, looking at seriously. "Just don't get ahead of yourself again, alright?"
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing, Delita," I replied with a grin.
Man, if I only knew better.
Continued....
