Hey guys, Dark0Boy0Sabata here, with the first chapter of my new story. First off, I would like to thank you guys for all being patient. I know this took awhile and I'm sorry about that, but hopefully this chapter will make up for the long wait.

Without further wait, I present to you…this COOKIE *starts munching on cookie* but no really, here is the first chapter of my Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift story…enjoy.

Byoak

The small town on the outskirts of Camoa had always been known for its quietness and happy-go-lucky neighbors. If most people needed to spend some time, away from missions, or just relaxing from a hard days battle. Then this was the place to be.

Most people had known this place for its excellent ale and wonderful inns. But this town also held a secret. A dark secret that had been hidden from the world since the beginning of Ivalice's creation, one that had been sealed and guarded for many years by the royal family. No one knew of its existence. Even the guards, who put their life on the line to protect this secret, knew nothing about it.

"Hey Reyes," The lean fighter turned to his soldier partner, who was currently busy, leaning up against the wall. A cup of ale in his one hand and a long, curved sword in his other. "You ever wonder what's beyond this sealed door. I mean, we have been guarding this door, everyday for the past six years, and not once, have we been told what's on the other side." He pointed a finger behind him, where a door; large and metal, with many seals written on it stood.

His partner took a swig of ale before placing the cup on top of a box. The ale rang down his chin, and onto his shirt, yet he didn't make an effort to wipe it away as he turned to his partner. "Of course I've wondered what's behind this door. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go and open it. I'm not some idiot like you."

The fighter was about to say something, most likely a remark, when his eyes caught sight of two figures at the other end of the street, watching them.

The taller figure, who was standing in the back. Took a step forward, before stopping next to the other figure. His hair was a pure white color, which matched the color of snow that went all the way down to his knees, while a small bang of hair covered his right eye. He wore brown pants and a pair of armor boots that matched the pair of armor gloves on his hands. A black trench coat adorned with stars, connected together by lines covered up most of his body. In his mouth was a piece of candy that moved back and forth in his mouth in a ticking clock pattern.

Standing next to him was a small girl, barley half the height of the figure next to her. Her hair was a dark blue color that went down to her shoulder, with one bang covering her left eye. She wore an elegant, black gothic dress that went down to her knees, with white and purple lace covering it that matched the gloves and shoes she wore. In her hands was a stuffed bear that had a red bowtie around its neck.

Both figures continued to stand in the same spot, barely making any movements as they stared at the fighter and soldier who were staring back at them, waiting for any movements to happen.

No one said anything for a few moments before the fighter stepped forward. "I'm sorry, but no one other then the royal family is allowed in this part of the town. Please leave now or we'll be forced to use drastic measures." The fighter stated, his hand floating above the handle of his sword as the soldier next to him, did the same.

The two figures did not back up, but instead, moved forward towards the two guards.

"Don't come any closer! If you do, we will be forced to fight back." The soldier yelled as he pulled out his sword and pointed it at the figures. The taller figure raised his hand, grabbing the candy in his mouth and pulled it out. He seemed to be transfixed by the lollypop until he remembered the two guards in front of him. "Did you hear me? We will be forced to fight you if you do not step…" Before the soldier could finish, he was silenced as the white haired man disappeared before his eyes and reappeared behind him. The fighter could only watch as the white haired man punched through his partner as if he was made of rice paper. The white haired man pulled his hand back through his partner, who fell to the ground in a heap and the fighter was sure he could see something red in the white haired man's hand.

"Bane!" The fighter screamed. He rushed to his partner, completely ignoring the white haired man as he dropped to his knees. His hands started to glow a bright green color as he placed them on his partners, opened wound. "Cure," he mumbled. The green light, enveloping the soldier wound as it slowly closed up as the soldier's breath started to become slower. "Shit, his entire left lung was ripped out by pure force alone. I can't repair the lung with my level of skills. I'll need to find a white mage after I kill this guy, and fast." He stood up and turned around, pulling his sword out, ready to attack the figure. But he was gone.

"Now's my chance to go get help." Before he could call for help or make a run for someone, the white haired man silenced him. The last thing he saw was a flash of violet light, then his left arm flying in the air, before he fell to the ground.

The fighter screamed out in pain as he grabbed what was left of his arm as he tried to stop the flow of blood, shooting out of his arm with another cure spell. The white haired man ignored the screaming human and walked calmly over to the metal door. He gave a small push on the door, but it didn't budge in the slightest.

"You won't…be able to…get through that…door…Only someone…from the royal…family can open that…door." The fighter smirked a little to himself; even through all the pain he was experiencing.

The white haired man ignored the fighter as he placed his weapon, which the fighter just noticed now, against the wall. The black scythe's handle was curved from the top to the bottom, with a blade that was chipped. Attached to the bottom of the scythe was a string that was attached to the white haired man's left hand, which was now covered in a gray piece of armor that went up to his elbow and was covered in creative circles and squares.

"Oh I don't think that will be a problem," The figure said in a gentleman's tone that shocked the fighter.

"No way, you're…" The fighter didn't manage to finish. The blade of the scythe had pierced through his neck, cutting into his vocal cords and exiting out the other side. The white haired man paid no attention as the scythe slowly started to glow a violet color and change its shape until it took the form of, the young girl to the fighter's shook as he slowly bled to death on the floor. The white haired man turned back to the door, rubbed his hand across the base, clearly looking for something.

"Please hurry up Noire, I don't have all day to be playing your little game." The little girl whispered.

The white haired man, now known to be Noire, moved his hand along the wall until he came to something that caused him to stop. With one swift movement, Noire pushed his hand forward, creating a rippling effect around his arm as it sunk into the door, until it was to his shoulder. He pulled back with another swift movement as the door began to dissolve, until it was nothing more then an open archway.

The little girl watch as the white haired man entered the open archway, disappearing into the darkness. After a few minutes, the same figure exited the room, carrying a book in one of his hands, while the other held a sword. Both items gave off a feeling of dread, but the sword was the one that got the little girl's interest. The sword was a large claymore that stood just a little shorter then the man himself. The blade was long and wide, with the handle running through its guard, and continuing through a hallow space at the base of the blade. But the strangest thing about the sword was that in the middle of the blade, was a hallow part that had a small amount of yellow liquid in the bottom.

"Is that what your looking for." The little girl whispered again as she watched the man walk past her, handing her the book as he continued on. Only stopping next to the two dead guards who were still lying on the ground. He looked at both bodies with no remorse as he snapped his fingers. Instantly, both bodies burst into flames until they were nothing more then small bodies of ash.

"We should leave now," The man spoke to the girl as they both headed down the street. When they had reached a safe enough distance from the bodies, the man turned to the little girl and spoke. "But first, there is something I need you to do for me."

"What is it you wish master?" The girl asked.

"I sense that Illua is no longer in this world with us. She must have failed her mission to open up the rift and bring the Neukhia to this world. Hence why her grimoire is now in our possessions again, instead of with her." He pointed to the book that was still in the girl's hand.

"And I'm guessing that you want me to go and hide this somewhere where no one can find it?"

The white haired man let out a small chuckle. "Something along the lines like that. Actually, I want you to go and find something for me." He replied.

"And what is that?"

"I will tell you in due time my dear. For now, I want you to go and grab the rest of Khamja for me. I think it's time we put our plan in motion, and I prefer it, if we all work together." He stopped for a moment and looked down at the book in her hands. "And take that book with you as well. I have a feeling it will play an important part, real soon." The little girl nodded and disappeared before the man could blink.

The man looked around the street, seeing if anyone was looking at him. When he was sure it was safe. He disappeared and reappeared a second later in the middle of an open field. Placing the sword into the ground, he turned back to the town he had just come from and pulled out another piece of candy.

The white haired man slowly raised his right hand up into the air and started to chant as a red sphere appeared in his hand. As the wind started to pick up around him, his chanting slowed down till it was nothing more then a mumble. After a few seconds, his hand lowered until it was even with his face and snapped his fingers. "Firaja." He said. Suddenly, the town erupted in a bright column of flames that covered the entire town and slowly burnt it, and everyone in it alive.

"The world has turned into a rotten place…" He spoke to himself as the column of flames slowly died down; leaving an area that was now covered in ash. The fresh smell of burnt bodies filled his nose. "But I will be the one to burn away the sins of the past with the flames of righteousness."

Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Forgotten World

Chapter 1

The Story Must Be Rewritten

The bell signaling the beginning of summer vacation had just run and many of the students had already left the school to start their summer vacation, except for one who was doing her best, dodging many of the students leaving the school and heading in the direction of the library.

She had short, boyish hair with long bangs in the front that framed her face. Her skin was lightly tanned and she wore a regular school uniform, complete with a white-buttoned shirt, a black skirt and a black tie. The only thing that stuck out about her, were her eyes. One of them was dark brown. The other was icy blue, but both were locked on the floor.

She had almost reached the library, and her destination, when she accidentally bumped into someone, dropping all her possessions on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," The person she bumped into apologized as he helped her pick up her dropped items. "I didn't see you there…are you okay?"

"Ye..es" the girl replied in a shy voice, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy. She saw that he had short brown hair and was at least two years younger then him and was wearing the same uniform as her. A white shirt, white pants, yet his black tie was no where to be seen.

"Okay then, here's all your things." He handed her, her items as her eyes spotted a small brown book on the floor. The item gave off a feeling of mystery to it, which seemed to draw her in as she slowly reached for it, wanting to see what was written on the inside. "Oh that's mine. It's a journal I just got today." The boys voice brought her out of her trance as she picked up the item from the floor and handed it back to the boy, who took it and placed it in his backpack. "I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"Arlis…toil" The girl mumbled.

"Well sorry again for that Arlistoli." The boy exclaimed as he headed down the hallway, becoming smaller and smaller until she could no longer see him.

She continued on her walk, passing more students until she managed to reach the library in the matter of a few seconds. Ignoring the closed sign, she pushed open the door as she heard a familiar voice in the back of the library.

"I'm telling you Mr. Randell, there's just no way there can be a world out there that's full of monsters and magic. It's just not possible."

The person, known as Mr. Randell answered back. "There is a world just like that out there Aaron. You just haven't seen it for yourself. I'm sure if there were ever the chance I could go back, I would go in a heartbeat."

"And I suppose you have," Aaron retorted. "I suppose you went to this so called magical world and fought monsters and saved princesses and stuff."

Mr. Randell let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head back and forth as some of his locks fell down in front of his face and his glasses fell down his nose a little. "Something along the lines of that. But that's another story for another time. It seems like your friend is here, waiting for you." The two figures turned around and noticed the female staring at them.

"Hi Arlistoli," Aaron said with a warm smile. He had brown hair that spiked outward and was just a little taller then her and was wearing the same uniform as her, with a pair of white pants instead of a skirt. "I hope you weren't waiting too long." Arlistoli didn't respond but instead, gave him an annoyed look before moving to a small desk and sitting down and pulling a book out. She motioned for Aaron to come sit next to her, as Mr. Randell gave him a smile.

"I think she's angry at you." Mr. Randell pointed out.

"No, really? You think." Aaron smirked before walking over to the desk and taking a seat next to Arlistoli while Mr. Randell went to some part of the library, probably going to put some books away. "So do you want me to grab some books while you get the notes ready?" Aaron asked.

"S…sure." Arlistoli mumbled, to busy in her notes to actually look at Aaron. "Just don't grab any fantasy ones."

"When have I ever done something like that?" Aaron questioned the girl, who just gave him a look that answered his question for him. "You know what, never mind. I'll just go find some regular books."

The teen headed down some isles, deciding that he would just pick some random books off of the shelf and hope that Arlistoli wouldn't notice and just go with it. His eyes began to search the shelves; grabbing short books that seemed to get his attention or would be able to read through quickly.

"These should do," He muttered to himself. "I just hope Arlistoli doesn't get made at me again like last time." He was about to turn around and head back to the desk where Arlistoli was waiting for him, when his eyes caught sight of something. A small book, no bigger then a journal was wedged between two books, almost as if it was trying to hide itself. Being the curious person that he was, he decided he would grab it now and read it when he was done his project.

The teenage boy reached for the book, feeling that the book wanted him to grab it, wanted him to read it. The small brown book, covered in golden rings and jewels, begged him to choose it. He grabbed the book and gave it a pull, only to discover that it was lodged between the two books tight. Making it almost impossible to pull out.

"Stupid book…who the heck lodges a book between two others…it's like they were trying to hide it from someone."

"Aaron!" Arlistoli called out. "Hurry up."

"Just give me a second," He replied. "I'm just grabbing the last few books, then I'll be right there."

The brown haired boy turned back to the small book and gave it another tug, but just like last time. The book refused to remove itself from its location. It was almost if the book was magically stuck to the shelf. He gave one last tug, using all the strength he had. Just before he gave up, there came a cracking sound, fallowed by a small light emitting from the book as it slowly came free from its hold.

He staggered backwards as he tried to regain his balance. "Hey Mr. Randell," He called out to the librarian, who was just passing the shelf he was next to. "What's with this book anyways?"

"This book," He replied back, pointing to the small book in the teen's hands. "I've never seen it before in my entire time working here. Someone must have forgotten it, or placed it on the self by accident."

"Can I have it?" He asked, wanting to discover what secrets this book held for him.

Mr. Randell just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Just remember to let me know before you leave. Last thing we need is for you to get in trouble for stealing a book."

With a small nod, Aaron headed back to the desk, hiding the small book behind him as he sat down at the desk and handed Arlistoli the books he had collected and turned to his collection of books, getting ready to start working on their project.

Xx Three Hours Later xX

"Can we please stop Arlistoli. We've been working on this report for three hours now. Can't we at least take a break? If I have to write one more sentence on why I think our presidents are the best or when our law system started, I think I'm going to lose my mind." The teen begged, giving Arlistoli his famous puppy dog look.

Arlistoli let out a small sigh; closing the report they had been working on and turning to her friend. "..fine" She mumbled. "But just five minutes."

Aaron's face broke into a devious smile as he pulled the small book from his back and placed it on the table. "Great," he said. "Cause I found this book on the shelf and I've just been dying to see what's inside." The girl paid barely any attention to him, returning back to the report as Aaron flipped open the book. Instantly from the start of the book, it told a tale about a boy, two years younger then him and Arlistoli that went on adventures with a group of friends all over a magical land. It explained about a group of assassins that fought against the boys group, trying to open a rift to somewhere else to bring something called a Neukhia into the land but was defeated before anything could happen.

His interest grew more and more with each chapter, explaining more and more about this boys adventures. As his excitement to reach the end of the book grew, it suddenly stopped. Confused, Aaron turned over the next page and noticed that there were more words on the other side. Finding it odd that the book would have a blank page in the middle. He decided to see what else was written.

"The danger may be gone. But it is not dead. The land is now slowly dying and has been forgotten. The story must be rewritten by someone…know who he is."

"Know who he is?" The teen started bored. "What is this, a do it yourself story." Frustrated, Aaron closed the book, angry that the book didn't end, just stopped midway. He wondered if there was another copy of this book or if the book had a sequel, or maybe it just was never finished. The boy turned towards his friend. "Hey Arlistoli,"

"Yes Aaron," The female responded.

"You ever wonder what it would be like, if this world was like the one Mr. Randell always talks about to us?"

Arlistoli shook her head, giving Aaron a confused look. "No. Why would you ask that?"

"You know I'm always into this sort of thing. You're telling me that you never think of something like that. It's never come across your mind?" Aaron asked. Interested in knowing his best friends answer.

Again, Arlistoli shook her head. "Never."

"Well I think it would be awesome. You know, fighting monsters, sleeping under the stars, joining a group of friends to go out on missions, protecting towns from enemies attacks, and even saving peoples lives." Aaron listed off the best things about a hero. Hoping to interest his friend into the same things he liked.

"Please Aaron…that's all in video games and fairy tales." The black haired girl responded.

"I know you would like it if you tried it." The boy retorted.

Arlistoli stood up, grabbing the books, littering the table. "I'm going to return these." She said in a soft voice. "Be back in a second." Aaron waved his hand as his attention returned to the book next to him. Even though he had read it all, there was something about the book that drew him in. Something about what the last line said didn't seem right to him. It wasn't something a book would normal have written in it. It was almost like the book was…asking him to help it.

Suddenly he remembered what Mr. Randell had said to him.

"I'm sure if there ever was the chance I could go back, I would go in a heartbeat."

As he flipped open the book to the last page, his hand slowly crossed the desk to the pen lying a few inches away from him. He pulled the pen back towards him and flipped to the last page on the book. He couldn't stop himself from moving. The book was calling out to him, asking him for his help, and his body was answering the call. Slowly looking down, he saw the last lines on the page were now lightly glowing.

"The danger may be gone. But it is not dead. The land is now slowly dying and has been forgotten. The story must be rewritten by someone…know who he is."

With the pen, he slowly wrote down the two names he knew he had to write down.

Aaron Takao…Mewt Randell

Just as the last name was written, the words started to glow brighter as the pages flipped backwards and a slow wind picked up around Aaron. He could barely see what was around him as objects in the room started to circle around the book. Everything started to speed up as a bright light started to glow around Aaron and became brighter and brighter until Aaron was forced to close his eyes. Just before the light grew any brighter, one more name was added next to the other two.

Arlistoli Shizuko

Suddenly, the wind stopped and Aaron was falling. Falling into the darkness below, his screams could not be heard. He tried to grab something, anything that would slow him down or stop his falling, but there was nothing to grab. As he slowly fell into unconsciousness, two bright figures appeared on his left and right side before the one of the right suddenly disappeared.

Xx Unknown Area xX

Aaron was leaned up against a tree, unconscious. Across from him was a girl with black hair who, just like him, was leaned up against the tree. A small book the size of a journal landed in between them. As it grew brighter its shape slowly changed from a book into one of a little girl. She wore a white dress that went down to her knees and had bright brown hair that went down to her back. Her eyes were completely white and two white wings sprouted from her back as she stared at the two figures in front of her, before moving over to the boy.

She bent down until she was eye level with the boy and raised her hand, which was covered in golden rings, as well as gems, just like her legs and neck, before touching Aaron on his chest as a bright light appeared to form on his back.

"Get ready Aaron," She whispered to the boy. "Cause your adventure is just beginning." Before disappearing in a bright flash of light.

And there you go guys, the very first chapter of my FFTA2 story. Sorry that none of you're OC characters appeared in this chapter. I promise, they will appear in the next chapter. I just had to do the introduction chapter first, before I could do the first chapter that takes place in Ivalice. After this chapter, the OC's will appear in every chapter. So once again, sorry about that.

In case you guys are wondering. Aaron's last name translates to respectful hero and Arlistoli's last name translates to quiet child which you will find out later on, describes her character.

That's all I think I need to say. Until then, look forward to the next chapter.