Authors Note One: Hello all and welcome to Hydaelyn (that name is annoying to type). While your welcome is nice from me, our character's is perhaps a bit less so. Thanks for checking in and I hope you enjoy it, stick around, review-favorite-follow-[s]stalk[/s].

Most Chapters should be between 1500 and 3000 words… assuming I don't get hit with a stray stupid stick… they fly out of nowhere when you least expect it. The prologue is 1,505… plus all this other useless stuff.

There will be a rather drastic time skip not to long into the story… when you get around halfway through this chapter you should understand why.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy… and it is sadly most probable that you do not either.

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Reviewers: Please note that I am open to ANY FORM of review! Criticism is highly appreciated. Cookies and cake are… accepted.

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Prologue

This AIN'T Kansas and you aren't Auntie Em!

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Frigid mountain winds blew down from their perches in the higher altitudes of a planet many know as Earth (but not all). Their assault on the quiet Midwestern town went unnoticed by most of her residents. After all, who in their right minds would be outside when twilight was settling on the small and recently snow capped town? Not one William Graves, of that you could be sure.

A recently released game had been drawing his attention like a crow to a shiny object. He was a man obsessed; even while at his day job he found himself thinking about what he would do when he returned home. So there he sat, recently having left the shower and pulled up next to his desk in an overtly comfortable computer chair for a Friday all nighter.

The desired icon on the screen was clicked as he spun around laughing gleefully and perhaps more than a bit oddly in his mind. He had to get in touch with Krim, that stupid cat hadn't been on for the last two days. Perhaps he had created a new character and was simply ignoring him… the man HAD said that he was prone to strange flights of character recreation. The least he could do if he was going to give into his odd illness was to warn those he knew before hand…

William stopped and stared hard at the screen. The 'home page' had popped up, but there was a blank window popping up repeatedly in a cascading view all but shouting the word 'error' at him. Shortly after his mind finally registered what was going on his hand dove for the mouse to try to close the insane pop-ups. However, just as he was about to start… all of the hated windows vanished leaving only a single expansive slowly spinning crystal… an amazingly entrancing… crystal…

Will's blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the shining bluish stone which had appeared on his screen. His mind was shouting to blink… to move… anything, but it was no use. His body wasn't responding to any of his commands. The crystal was a master hypnotist and he the unwilling victim of whatever devious scheme it seemed to have cooked up.

What… the hell… was….Happ…en…ing…?

Finally, tired and long since dry eyes closed to the world around him. The last thing he registered was the pain from his face slamming into the desk/keyboard before him.

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"nother… ver… ere," a jumbled male voice reached Will's ears as he groggily tried to force open far too tired eyes. At the same time he was trying to move creaky and stiff limbs in order to gain his bearings. Which idiot had broken into his house? He had to go and get his gun to scare him off. Break into his house at your own risk. He worked damn hard for his things; so he would gladly shoot anyone in both legs without remorse if it meant keeping them.

"Hey, Kid… can you hear me?" a light slap to his face finally brought one eye open to an odd sight. Foliage… he could have sworn his house didn't have tree's growing in it, especially not ones this grand of a size. The… greyish skinned man hovering over him was also a spectacle to behold; his more than foggy and pounding mind couldn't quite wrap itself around the slap-waker. From what little he could currently grasp, the man seemed to be of middle age, had several facial scars, and wore very strange… yet slightly familiar, clothing. The spear hanging on his back also seemed to be screaming out 'insane person run away'!

The sound of children crying reached his ears next and he achingly turned his head to look at the small clearing around him, hoping the crazy scarred man didn't feel like stabbing his with his 'sharp metal tipped stick of pain'… or spear, whichever. The small (obviously forest) clearing, was filled with a multitude of children and very few adults trying to calm them, wake them, console them, and more.

William tended to see himself as a calm young man of twenty-two in most cases. So, the shock which dawned over his features next was wholly out of character for him. Really, who wouldn't be shocked to see so many naked male and female kids some obviously human but quite a few SOOO obviously not? The children were Hysterical, crying, laughing, screaming, staring blankly off into space, huddled into tight balls whispering who knew what, and lastly laying back smiling either evilly or happily.

William decided he was going to go with 'Ohh dear God what the hell is going on here'? It's an expression not too unlike this (*o*). "KID!" the man with the sharp object attached to his back shouted and shook him drawing William out of his free fall into insanity. "Look at me!" the man said while waving an oversized calloused hand before Will's face.

"Are you all right?" The male questioned in a calm and soothing manner. Alright? HELL NO HE WASN'T ALRIGHT! A grayish skinned giant of a 'man' was shaking him and shouting 'Kid' like he was some… … …no. That was simply impossible. He feared to look down at himself but he just couldn't control his movements.

When William noted his body he joined the 'laughing children group', his own was light and perhaps more than a bit hysterical. He was a kid… or some sort of dwarf. His minds attempt to rationalize the situation as a dream was quickly thrown out the window as a hard slap landed on his face and a small hand reached up to touch the increasingly red zone. His eyes latched down onto the… 'man' who obviously looked like a Roegadyn and the female human beside him now shouting at him for hitting children.

"Are you ok little boy?" The female asked as he stared at her. She had shooed his slap-waker away telling him to go 'try to wake another child'.

"I'm not…" He said and trailed off as she couched down before him with a smile.

"Are you hurt somewhere then?" The white robed woman asked with that same smile still hovering on her lips, though it seemed slightly concerned as her eyes roamed his now much shorter form.

"No… I'm fine, I mean… I'm not a little boy." He said trying to force his mind to calm down and think in a straight line. After all… Roegadyn didn't exist… neither did Miqo'te for that matter. This was a dream… regardless of what the ache in the side of his face, the slight chill across his bare skin, and the prickling of twigs mixed with leaves beneath him said. This was a dream… a dream… a dream. He had simply been fantasizing a bit too much and now he was actually dreaming of Eorzea… or whatever the world was called.

Her eyebrow cocked slightly as she laughed lightly while covering her mouth. "Well then, my apologies. You seem to be faring better than a few others. Please don't move around. I have to check on some of the more…" She trailed off but William had more than grasped what she was getting at. "Will you be alright by yourself?"

William, for all of his currently composed (not at all) self, found that he was at a loss for words. While his mouth seemed to be moving, not a sound passed his lips. "Are you ok?" The woman asked as concern reentered her voice.

"Yes?" Will found himself more stating than questioning. In fact… he DID seemed to be better off than others around him. At least he wasn't screaming and calling for his mother, father, sibling, boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, grandparent, or… any of the others he heard being shouted around the clearing by the multitude of other children.

"Good, if you need anything call out to me ok? My name is Seria." The woman said as she stood up. "I have to go make sure Grandz doesn't hit anyone else. That oaf is too violent for these sorts of things." She said then mumbled as she scanned the crowd. "Ahh, there he is." Seria turned back to him, "now, stay here and don't wander around. Ok?"

William found himself nodding after the woman as she walked slowly away. He had to figure this all out so it was probably best if he was alone for the next few minutes… or days. Facts… list the facts…

1. He was just about to start playing Final Fantasy XIV ARR.

2. A lot of creepy errors on his screen were followed by an overtly hypnotizing crystal

3. A black-out coupled with face+desk/keyboard

4. He woke up in VERY strange place filled with complete insanity.

5. pain does NOT 're-wake you up'… as his still throbbing head, and face attested to.

6. Multiple video game races surrounded him…

All current 'facts' pointed to a single completely outrageous conclusion.

He was stuck, sitting naked in the body of a child, in a video game world. Yep… they were definitely going to put him in an insane asylum for this one, of that there was no doubt.

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AN2: I'm accepting people/characters for this. If you want me to put you in it feel free to send me a PM with some information like name, race, and perhaps a brief background (which can easily be made up, I don't want to know you're life story…). I'll try to work you into either the 'main group' or at some point later in the plot. You just have read to find out what all that entails.

I think the reason you're all children is rather obvious… unless most of you know how to fight it makes a nice little time gap to learn about the world and other very important things. As for the naked… it's kind of like terminator… they don't show up fully clothed, and these 'kids' were pretty much 'forced into existence' for lack of a better way of putting it.

By the way, I'm Krim… in case you didn't guess, and yes, sadly I do suffer from 'character-recreation-sickness' in a lot of video games. 'Tiss a horrible affliction born by many… don't you feel sorry for us? DON'T YOU?