I've always wanted to write about these guys; and the opportunity presented itself.

I've also been confused as to how the Warriors got to Cornelia.

The bridge was broken and the only thing to the north was the Chaos Shrine.

Anyways, let's just make RPG logic work for the sake of the game.

So, here it is. Hope you guys enjoy reading.

FINAL FANTASY ONE/I/1 AND ALL THE CHARACTERS (Except for Warrior, Monk, White Mage, Black Mage, Thief, and Red Mage) DEPICTED IN THIS STORY DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

AND SO IT BEGINS

"Warrior…"

"Who heeds me?" The man looked around frantically, his vision a total blur.

"Warrior…"

"By the light-" He squinted his eyes, trying to get a clearer image of the three silhouettes in front of him.

"Let me handle this…"

"Ack!" He grit his teeth in pain, gingerly touching his abdominal area.

"Y-you're alright!" A woman clad in white robes draped her arms around his neck, sniffling whilst exclaiming how overjoyed she was.

"I told you the ships were a bad idea." A man donning blue robes looked at him lazily, his mellow yellow orbs strangely uncomfortable to look at.

"All that's important is that we're all alive." A taller and bulkier man placed an arm on the robed male, earning him a shrug of agreement.

"Say that to the laymen that we travelled with." The robed man jerked his thumb behind him, pointing towards the wreckage near the shore.

The taller man placed his left hand on his right fist, slightly lowering his head "They had been so hospitable to us…"

"No use crying over spilled milk, Monk." The robed man's voice sounded even lazier; if that were even possible "We need to get to Castle Cornelia as soon as possible-"

The robed woman helped the other man up "Something dreadful is coming- I can feel it." The robed man took a deep breath and sighed.

Monk:

A man whose large and intimidating frame almost always repels others, regardless of his mild mannered nature. Raised and trained in an abbey to the far south-western reaches of the world, he has little to no experience of socializing and of exploring. Under his large bulk of muscle lies a gentle and juvenile heart, ready to protect the maltreated with no second thoughts. He is continually guided by his companions in the ways of simple logic and common sense due to the fact that he's all brawn and not too much brain.

"We've no time to waste." The robed man prompted his companions to follow him "Does he have any serious injuries, White Mage?"

"A-ah, no!" The robed female gulped audibly "He's just got a few bumps and scratches-" She smiled, placing her hands on his armored abdomen to heal him of his newly acquired injury.

White Mage:

A young female who hails from a strange village of White and Black Mages to the far northern reaches of the world. Trained in the ways of the Holy arts in hopes of attaining the title of 'White Wizard' who will be revered as the wisest and greatest of all White Mages. Her shy and soft spoken nature have always held her back against her more outgoing and charismatic peers, but her talents in the Holy arts are second to none.

"How long was I unconscious?" The armored man asked curiously "Ah! O-only for a few hours-" She was cut off when the robed man had cleared his throat "As much as I know how much you care for Warrior, now's not the time to be coddling him, White Mage."

The robed woman felt her face heat up and rushed after the robed man, frantically telling him that she was just concerned for the armored man "Shall we, then?" Monk placed a reassuring arm on Warrior's shoulder, earning him a nod of agreement.

Warrior:

A brave and unflinching fellow, his love for his companions pushes him to protect them with his very life. Master of all manners of weapons, he rushes at the middle of the fray, believing that his companions will be there to help him from behind. His paternal instincts kick in at the most random of times, often leading to strange results. Though his intentions are noble, and his actions always leading to the greater good, his luck has always been his weakest suit.

"What do you think Black Mage meant by that?" Warrior asked no one in particular, observing the two mages "I don't know." Monk answered after a short pause "But White Mage is surely riled up about it."

"True, true." Warrior cupped his chin and nodded.

Black Mage:

A prodigy of the Dark arts. While his peers and his seniors, to a lesser extent, struggled in learning Black Magic; he lazed around, sleeping or simply doing nothing. He had managed to surpass the expectations of the previous Black Wizard and succeeded the title at a very young age. He had left the village with White Mage when she had acquired Water crystal as proof of her candidacy as the next White Wizard.

"I-I just can't stand to see you guys get hurt-" White Mage was cut off when the robed man had placed his hand on her face "We're here." His voice ever so nonchalant "What?" She took his arm away from her face and stared at the castle with awe.

"Castle Cornelia." Warrior thought aloud, stopping besides Black Mage "I suppose this is where we start." Monk took a light-blue crystal from one of his pockets, looking at it intently.

"I suppose." Black Mage fished a dark brown crystal from beneath his robes, giving it to White Mage "Hold this for a moment."

The robed man frantically searched through his robes, throwing gil, books, and various knickknacks to the ground "Ah, here we go." He took out a blue crystal and gave it to the robed female.

"Everything is in order, then." Warrior looked down on his chest, a bright red crystal attached to a string shone in the light.

"Let us begin our adventure."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Actually-"

"You lot go on ahead-" Black Mage took all of his discarded items on the ground and stuffed it within his robes "I've still got a lot of fixing to do."

Hope you guys enjoyed reading that.