Welp, FFCC is awesome, no doubt about it. Don't deny it, you wouldn't be reading this if it wasn't. So this happens to be the prologue with some attempts at humor.
"Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise, oh h-"
"SHUT UP, WILL YOU?"
The crystal caravan had just set out from the village of Tipal. Each family had sent off one of their own. It turned out to be two from each tribe, and just so happened, that one of the Clavats, a male, had been bashed over the head. Lilties weren't exactly known for their patience.
The current caravan was made up of eight people. Trey, the Clavat who was bashed in the head, Kris, a female Clavat, Max, a male Lilty, Ally, a female Lilty, Rose, a female Yuke, Jack, a male Yuke, Taran, a male Selkie, and Raccuh, a female Selkie. They had all grown up together in the village of Tipal, and had been sent out into the world for the first time, to gather myrr, which was not only a tradition, but also very necessary. The Miasma mist kept all from entering from a crystals area. They had been given two crystals for the journey, one to keep in the wagon, slightly larger than the other, which was kept on a chalice.
All was not well for this specific group, because..........A certain Clavat happened to be spouting poetry, trying to lighten the mood. Though Max and Trey were very good friends, friendships had limits. Trey had reached one of these. After having set up camp, and creating a fire, the group began to sit around, generally chatting. As the fire began to burn low, the talk died down, and Trey became bored.Now this was a very dangerous thing for everybody. It was dangerous to the other seven, because they had to listen to Trey, it was a danger to Trey, because Max was trying to enjoy the silence. After about five or six sayings, Max figured his hints of,"stop it" or "I'm warning you!" were getting through. So a very subtle blow to the back of the head was his next alternative.
"Max! What were you thinking?!?!?! We've barely got on the road and you're already causing trouble!"
"Aw c'mon, he's ok, he's just unconscious."
"THATS NOT THE POINT!"
"SO!?!?!?!"
And that was how Max ended up bashed over the head from Ally. As the group settled down for the night, five peaceful, one still fuming, one with a headache, and one knocked out cold. It didn't seem like the most thrilling start to their travels.
The next morning, Trey was the first to wake. Sitting up, he opened his eyes, then closed them quickly. The Clavat gulped before opening his eyes, to once more find a lance point obscurring his vision, held by a Lilty in armor.
Some suspense eh? Short prologue, hope to help this section get larger, w00t. Check out the Fire emblem section sometime!