Disclaimer: I own nothing; Supergirl, Man of Steel and Bat v Super are also owned by DC, their respective directors from series and movies, respectively. Final Fantasy is a game series owned by Square Enix.
This is written without intent for profit.
Note: Short story already divided; this is meant to be done for fun and to tell you all: I am a bit behind of DH; I've hit a wall, honestly, and this idea has been nagging me since, well, a friend passed me their copy of Dawn of Souls remake of FF I & II for GBA, and their DS Lite; oh, as well as their FF:TA
I thought it would be a good distraction to get the creative juice flowing, but alas it seemed to have backfired
Monsters dream with Sheep, too
Prologue
It was a day, like any other
Long before Noah had his ark built, tall tales tell of an ancient time where swords and sorcery reigned and prospered . . . a wondrous magical civilization; an era in which the world and earth was called and known as Keltia. . . . When the great flood came to erase this time from history, within the now submerged land, a single clue to its secret — a key to the existence of of this ancient times, was sealed. An ancient book that was denoted as the Grand Grimoire was hidden in darkness by the powers that once were.
This single text was said to exist, evidence of it said to be seen throughout our history, as those who once possessed the book held in their hands the power to drastically change the world; the Tower of Babel, the rise of Egypt, Greek and Rome, how the tower and such empires fell due to the tome changing hands . . . even the Dark Ages could be summed up to someone using the Grimoire for sinister purposes. The Renaissance could also be seen to have traces of the power it held and being wielded by great minds, using it's magic in the research for what lay beyond; it was later taken by England and the industrial revolution, and it became the main suspect of Nazi peak during World War II. From such point onward, any kind of trace was lost, as it was known that Hitler was an avid searcher of the occult and thus, likely taken from his hands.
The last event to be given credit of this book: 9/11; Sumerian descendants seemed to believe the Grand Grimoire was in US soil — no concrete information has ever been found.
This, however, hasn't kept people from searching the elusive book; those seeking power have searched the world for it, despite the fact that no one knows for sure if the events previously mentioned have any correlation to said tome. It is said that few keep living out their days searching the world for this elusive manuscript and no one has ever found it, Until eventually, many forgot it as an illusion, a myth, one that still, very few thought it was worth dying for.
Unattainable, this magical book became to be known as, the Final Fantasy.
"I want this world to change for good," a boy said, looking up to his mother with gleaming blue eyes.
"How would you like it to change?" She inquired back, her hazel orbs searching his.
"I want to see a world of swords and magic," he stated, smile blossoming, "like in games and books of ancients stories, warriors fighting dragons . . . I wish to see it."
"Like a final fantasy," the woman hummed, eyes clouded.
In a rundown section of a city, a place that had once been busy and prospering with businesses, the center of the city when it had been a town, amongst a row of dilapidated buildings lies a second hand bookseller. Within it, lost in time, a book rests, untouched by hands for many years. In the book firmly shut are strange, unreadable characters which record some unknown history.
One day — it was a day, like any other — accidentally, a lonely boy found that book. And with his thoughts, turned the normal National City into the world of "Cavalice", a world of law . . . and chaos.
Note: Yes, it is short, but it's just the prologue
