Some words before the story:

This story was the second i made and want to make it into something bigger, the first one was very character focused on actual people that were in my Free Company, but due to some problems, i was almost forced to stop as most of the people that were in the FC left it to start a new one. This of course left my FC in shambles and it's slowly gaining it's composure.

After that incident, i started writing again but this time... i didn't had a motive or a motivation for doing so other than... i wanted to try writing something of my own for others to read and enjoy, i may not be the best at it but it's something i always liked to do, express my imagination into a story.

About me... I'm actually a very simple and boring person, i have some friends but even i prefer being alone as i fear to say or do something that makes them mad and leave me, i don't actually know what to do with my life... I wanted to have a job playing games, be it a reviewer or a player, but that involves Youtube, and that is where it might not work, as being just another gamer or streamer in the middle of all the successful content creators feels overwhelming and prevents my brain from actually trying to accomplish something. I like to consider my life a Jack of all Trades, i am intelligent, i have a liking for social gatherings, i play games and interact with others, when practice for a job, i learn it really fast as i am a action oriented person which learns faster by doing, but i don't have the experience to move much further than that... and to do that i might lose something in return... Focusing on being a good friend is what keeps most of my head occupied lately.

So i started writing, and i need help, not money help, but just help in showing this story around, its the only thing i ask of any of you that reads this story, is that you share it around, even comment on what you thought of it in the comments below, if people see it, it might boost my low ego to continue and write more, so please, help me do this, if i can make one single person enjoy a single chapter of mine, i would be most happy.

Thank you for your time, i hope you enjoy this Prologue
PS: I wrote this message after i posted this part, i will add the Part 1 right now.

Eorzea, a land devastated by the primal Bahamut and separated by the war, kept on standing tall, but it's problems were being fixed, one by one, by the warriors of light and the Scions. These included dealing with the Empire heavy Allagan weapon known as Ultima Weapon, the primals that were appearing and draining the aether from the areas, helping in taking in the Domans that were driven out by the Empire, to even dealing with Bahamut itself inside it's prison and coil.

But now, a new menace had appeared, the dragons were back and they were attacking Ishgard, the attack on sultana and the unified Grand Companies, and the Scions pursuit, even the death of the Warriors of Light was a turning point in the peace of this world. Few knew its reason to be, but most did know, Ascians were behind it and the Scions were the only ones able to deal with them, but without any Warriors of Light, how could they?

Arriving by itself, was a fully cloaked figure, walking through the steps of faith, heading to Ishgard, through the intense blizzard. The person would have been walking slowly, a hour already, the snow not allowing any sight on how close it was to the gates, around it only bodies covered in white, both dragons and people, the bridge stained in red from the blood of both.

It's sight seemed to not affect the lone idiot, which, inside all that, heard a moan, looking about was able to find a still alive soldier, wounds that seemed deep on his chest, armor tore to shreds, a arm and leg missing. The idiot would come close, kneel before the man which looked at the hooded one, lifting is remaining arm slowly and shaky as if asking for help, only to just drop after some seconds, he was lucky to have survived so long in this climate. Between the sound of the strong wind and the snow hitting, he could hush some final words which the idiot heard:

"Get... to safety... the password is... walk... in the l-l-light of..."

And no more words could be heard, what was left of that man's life was taken by those words. The hooded figure nodded once, using the snow next to the man, it covered the body, as if it was giving it a proper burial. Standing up, it stood there, for some minutes before starting to walk again, looking around as if to search for any danger, before it saw some shadows in the distance, coming from the way it was heading. The figures would get close, soldiers by the looks of it, three of them, one differently armored than the other two, who were armored the same as the buried one. The middle one did not shown any signs of aggression but when close enough, it drew on his sword and pointed at the hooded idiot, saying.

"Who are you? Why would you walk the sacred steps of Ishgard? Identify yourself or fall to my blade right now!"

The figure was not tall, it was actually pretty short compared to these guards, but not Lalafel sized, the cloak was thick and proper for these storms, which would be to assume that the one in it was not large at all. No words would be said, as the figure would stand still, the guards would start walking slowly to it before the leader would stop them, and for a reason, he knew what was going to happen. The figure would fall forward, the walk through the steps with unforgivable storm was suicide and walking that far was beyond anyone's physical capabilities, and this is no different as the figure hit the ground, not moving. The leader would kneel before the figure and be surprised, as he could hear something, in a low, pained tone.

"W-alk...in... the...light of...I-i-ish...gard..."

The leader would be baffled as he heard those words, it was the password of refuge, only Ishgardians knew it, so how could a mysterious person could know it? The ideas in his mind were a wreck but he took no time, he had to know who was this person asking for refuge. His hand moved down, taking a closer inspection of the cloak, opening it only enough to see the face of figure, which would make him look back at his soldiers and point back the way they came.

"Both of you, go back quickly to Ishgard and inform my family that i will bring a refuge, i will take her myself to the manor!"

The guards looked at each other and wandered the same thing after hearing the leader, he said her which meant the one on the floor was a woman, but no time to waste, they saluted and started to run back to the city. The leader would look back at the woman, the skin was fairly normal, the face was thin probably due to lack of eating and proper drinking but what did call for most of his attention was the black scales on her cheeks and the same color spiny horns pointing forward, in his mind, the woman was a beauty but a race that he never saw before, so he didn't wanted to let her die, after all she did spoke the words of refuge. He would slowly pick up the woman to his back, moving her up, her arms over his shoulders and his arms holding her thighs to keep her steady. He sighed, looking to the side at her and looked down after, before starting to walk slowly, as he spoke lowly.

"You managed the impossible by yourself... but i will make it possible for you, please hold on for a while longer, i will save you"

She would not answer as it seemed that all her strength left her body, leaving her unconscious but not completely, as her arm would slowly wrap around his neck, making sure she held on tight. He would smile, seeing there was still life in her, making him more motivated to get the woman proper care.

To Be Continued...