Final Fantasy Time Dust
Hilo Everyone my name is…..well that's not important the important thing is that you like my story if you don't I don't care. Next well lets just say I am in no way affiliated with the company that owns these characters and have no control over what they do so don't come crawling to me with questions.
I was early spring and Black Mage (B.M. for short) Red Mage (R.M. for short) Fighter (moron for short) and Thief (is short) were walking through a particular dense forest when they accidentally stumbled upon a place of strange ruins.
"Hey look broken buildings." Fighter said. "There called ruins idiot," Black Mage responded, Black Mage was well known for his bad attitude, sharp tongue, and his dark colored heart (okay its black). The next to speak was Thief. "Wonder if there is anything here we can sell." And under his breath he muttered. "And by we I mean me and by sell I mean take all the money we make from your pockets." Thief is a thief and always trying to get money from people even his friends. "Lets look around." This comment passed from the lips of the fourth and final party member Red Mage. Who just liked expanding his knowledge of all things. In other words he is a geek! "Might as well." Said Black Mage. "Maybe we should split up." "So I can stab fighter so many times and blame it on random monsters." The latter sentence was only internal monologue but for some reason Fighter still heard it. "Oh you wouldn't do that Black Mage you're my best friend." "Wait a minute did you hear that?" "Of course you said it to me didn't you?" "What a bunch of idiots. I only hang out with them because of the money." Everyone looked at Thief. He looked back at them. "What?" Red Mage as usual had an idea about what was happening. "I think that whatever is foremost in our mind is being projected into audible sounds which our ears pick up. This phenomenon may be caused by magic dust particles in the air." They just stared at him. "English please." Black Mage said. Red Mage sighed. "Fine here it is in the simplest of terms shiny dust in the air makes your mind say things out loud." Fighter still looked confused. Before anyone could reply they heard a noise from the woods. They looked to were it came from and there was a huge zombified dust thing. The foremost thing on all of there minds was run unfortunately the monster heard this. And tour heroes heard the foremost thing on its mind. "Food!" "You guys I suggest we run." Black Mage laughed. "Really R.M. I thought we were going to stand here and get crushed or eaten by a giant SCREWED UP DUST THING!" "You don't have to yell." R.M. Retorted. As the doom of our heroes befall them they each have there own not so personal thoughts. Black Mage's was. "I never did get to kill Fighter." Thief's was "I wonder who is going to get my money?" Red Mage's was. "I wonder who's going to write my biography?" And Fighters was. "I like swords!" END OF CHAPTER 1
What doom will befall our heroes find out next time on…….whatever this stories called I forgot.