Dawn, Midlight, and Dusk
Rating: T
Pairings: Raithwall x Xun-Shi, Raithwall x Miera, Raithwall x Sierra
Summary: The story of King Raithwall.
Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of Final Fantasy XII etcetera and the cast of FF XII. I own a copy of the game though. I own Xun-Shi, Miera, and Sierra and other OC's that will make an appearance. This idea was mine well how its going to go is.
Note: I had to get this up because I'm going to throw out the note book I had this in. I'm not making any promises of updating soon and fast, but I will try. I have school next month and i still have to do my sumemr assignment, well finish it.
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"What is this place?" breathed a girl of seventeen. She was small-the second smallest in their party of eight. Only one person was smaller than her and that was twelve year old Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. The girl wore brown leather boots and a blue and brown dress that came to mid thirgh. Arm guards over her shoulders pointing down her back. Her hair was tied into two pigtails, short blonde pgitails. A blue stave with a snowflake on top on her back. Her eyes, a blue-green color, looked up.
"I think it is the Temple of History of Ivalice. This place is a legend in Archadia, it says that the Temple of History of Ivalice holds the histroy of its creators, the beings on Ivalice and the founding of the countries. It was never seen to man, because man would tarnish and destroy the sacred temple. Man has destroyed much, so the gods hid the Temple from man. Out of fear of the impending destruction that would soon come upon the sacred building. Of the temple, there were sages and scribes long ago, who recorded everything. Another part of the legend, the treasures that are deeply hidden-by the three founders-- are protected by fierce beasts created by the gods. The guardian of the Archadian founder was a large lion-like beast. It had three horns, each protruding from its head. One horn was green adn slimy, representing greed, the second horn was red and had black poisonous spikes jutting out of it signifying Archadias lust for power. The third and final horn was a pure white color made of ivory with ridges of gold, and sat in the center of the head. It repesented that Archadia would exist for many centuries to come. Its head was big and its eyers were a malicious crimson red, with black cat-like pupils. The teeth of the beast were large, rumored to be near a foot in a height and nearly half a foot in width. They were yellow and decayed, the breath being a poisonous gas. The breath destroyed everything it touched. The mane was of snakes, dead and live snakes. The fur, ratty and translucent pearl. The grand tail was dark red with fire for the tip." Larsa explained in a rather knowing manner.
"I wonder what the guardians of Rozzaria and Dalmasca are." The same blonde girl commented now interested.
"The answer just may be here." Ansered a tall man, his voice lightened with the northern Archadian accent. His hair was a dark blonde well groomed, to where it looked as if it never went out of place. He wore dark brown leather hide britches with the pant legs slightly covering his footwear. His shirt was a dresshirt, the startling white with a brown and dark golden vest over it. His eyes were a rather sharp blue, his feautres masculine.
"You are very right sky pirate." Came a gentle, whispery voice.
The group looked around startled, not sure of where the voice came from.
The owner of the voice smirked amused when they heard her. She watched them bring out their weapons.
"AT ease children, I am not hostile. You have nothing to fear." She laughed and stayed hidden.
"I welcome you children to the Temple of History of Ivalice. The place where the true history of Dalmasca, Archadia, and of Rozzaria was written. Proceed forth if you dare, the monsters here are fearsome, and the treasure is great, well worth it. Get the three gems to face the guardians. They await a challenger worth defeating them, and letting them enter a well deserved slumber. They are not easy to combat. However when you leave, you will all forget about this place. And of what this place contains." She spoke in a her whispery, gentle voice. She cackled lowly afterwards.
"Oh you guys may call may call me Xun-Shi. I am the founder of Rozzaria" she said smiling as she stepped out to them. Strangled sunlight filtering through a roof.
"Margrace Xun Shi?" came a low purr of a heavily accented voice.
"The very same one," the woman answered calmly. The ghost woman watched the group of eight listen to her words, pausing and thinking them over.
"Al-Cid you could possibly be related to this woman." Asked a rather high voice of a boy, he-the speaker- was around five foot six, his hair a platinum blonde. His skin was the color of Dalasmcan Sand Dune. He had startling blue eye.
"He is descended from her Vaan." The blonde haired girl snorted, crossing her arms.
"Interesting. I am pleased to know that my blood still lives on." She murmured, and then became quiet. She was not going to speak anymore.
"To learn the past you must read and think. Then you may move on children." She murmured as she faded away in the light.
In her place was a thick, leatherbound book. It's cover and bindings were a rusty black color, the cover and bindings made of some sort of monster fur. The title was roughly etched into the cover, though faded. The pages were finely pressed but had the yellow color of age, the edges were of faded gold.
"Dawn, Midlight, and Dusk." Read a noblewoman of a war torn country.
"By: Empress MArgrace Xun-Shi." Al-Cid muttered reading over the womans shoulder.
"Let's read it!" The one known as Vaan suggested eagerly, his eyes bright with curiosity. The members of the group came to a unspoken agreement, adn each sat down as the book was opened.