Don't own Final Fantasy
Prologue
She'd been warned against it, of course, but such a trifling matter wasn't going to stop her. And it wasn't like she was unacquainted with magic. She was a white mage and a summoner, after all. True, this might be a low level to sink to, but she was too angry to care.
The leathery book was old and worn. She could smell the magic even before she lifted the covers. Only with a little trepidation did she open it.
It was a good deal larger than she expected. She was amazed at the multitudes of spells for practically every use imaginable. Her respect for her foster-mother, already quite high, went up several notches more.
She turned another page, and a blinding white light shot out of the book. She felt herself being launched backward. But before she could even cry out in surprise, she felt a sharp pain in all her bones, her head, her chest, her arms and her legs. She felt dizzy; she wanted to throw up. She fell into a swoon on the floor, and it was there that her foster-father found her.