FRACTURED FANTASIES – A fanfic that spans across the Final Fantasy Universe

Created by Brandon Cash


Disclaimer: See first chapter.


PROLOGUE - Fire Sale Fantasy

PART 2 - CHAPTER FINALE: A Glitch in the System


Last night was something of an eventful night for Brandon and Brian, the most eventful it's been since the Villain's Alliance vanished in March. It wasn't a large scale assault on the city, or some secret project deep underground, or even something outlandish like some sort of crazy chicken suit disco-loving alien invasion (now THAT was a strange incident); it was just an attempted, and failed stick-up at a game store which eventually degraded into assault and battery and ended with the arrest of Whiz Kid, Fatty and Twiggy. The two and Keith, the store's owner, had been greatly injured but had survived the fight nonetheless.

In recognition to Brandon and Brian's heroic deed, Keith bestowed upon Brandon his prized possession: his collection of Final Fantasy games he had been playing since he was a child. After a lengthy talk between the two, Keith was soon sent on his way to get treatment for his injuries, and Brandon was left with a bunch of Final Fantasy games in his possession. Having dealt with enough for the night, the two boys returned to their homes to await tomorrow and all that it would hold, because that would be the day they would begin playing every single Final Fantasy game nonstop. It was also the day Brandon's friends would return from their leave time, including Xavier, who had returned to Big Science Mountain to visit his massive family for the weekend.

It all seemed so simple, one could wonder: what could possibly go wrong?

The mathematician's answer? EVERYTHING!

Compared to some other nights Brandon slept, his sleep was not at all riddled with nightmares from his more violent adventures, even despite the fact that he and his friends had been nearly beaten to death the night before by a trio of band geeks. Though in hindsight being beaten to death by nerds wielding broken building matter was much less terrifying than what he went through.

His sleep was only disturbed when he was shaken awake by someone. Slowly opening his eyes and still quite drowsy, Brandon awoke to Brian.

"Oh...morning, Brian..." Brandon said, a slight tone of annoyance at being awoken so abruptly. "I take it you've got a reason to be here right now? Or are you just here for the convenience of trying to jump scare me?"

"Uh...not this time. I had to wake you up though. Everyone's returning to Arcadia today, so I'm going to run out to the airport to pick them up. Are you wanting to come with me, or do you wanna stay here?" Brian asked Brandon.

Brandon groaned sleepily. "I'll...stay here...right now. You'll be back...soon anyways..." Brandon mumbled before he drifted back off into Dreamland.

Brian rolled his eyes before he took off for the airport. Some time later, Brandon finally awoke, now sufficiently rested. He yawned and looked around his room for a moment before getting up and getting dressed and going downstairs.

Brandon had to admit, not having villains breathing down your neck every few days was a breath of fresh air compared to most of the things they pulled otherwise. It seemed almost unnatural...well, aside from the lesser villains, but that was something Brandon would worry about whenever they managed to either escape from prison or gain parole somehow.

With everyone gone for the time being, Brandon wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He thought about doing a movie review, but then he remembered that he had an crossover with Bob's own review show, so that plan was shot. He also wanted to test a few new experimental weapons with Xavier and Walter, but of course that was also rendered moot because they were out too.

He was also wondering why the hell he was relaying this information again when the audience, and he himself, was already made aware/knew of this information in the previous chapter, but he certainly didn't feel like taking a sledgehammer to the fourth wall either. Well, not yet anyway.

Looking at his options at that moment, he had little to do. Now he wished he had went with Brian to see his friends return.

"Lazy is as lazy does, I guess," Brandon said to himself. He scanned the room for something of interest to do. The computer, the television, the box full of games he just-

...The box. Of course! He and Brian had wanted to play the games in a marathon last night, but seeing as he wasn't present at the moment... Brandon decided to give it a few minutes and wait for Brian to return so they could play. He waited...and waited...and waited...

Forty-five minutes later, Brandon was bored as hell.

"What's the hold up? Why's Brian taking so long? He should have been back by now..." Brandon wondered as he lay on the couch. "At least I hope he's having more fun than me right about now," he concluded.


Brian was not having a good day. Right from the starting gate his car had trouble starting up. Then his fuel injector blew out and had taken him a while. Then while he was fixing the fuel injector, his security system bugged out and locked him in his garage. Then when he finally got out of his house, a sudden accident held him up from the airport for a good long while. THEN, when the traffic cleared up, his car went MACH SPEED and sped all across the world (yes, even through the ocean) before stopping him at the outskirts of the city and ejected him through the windshield, sending him flying a good thirty feet and skidding across the road for another twenty. AND THEN...well, you get the idea.

Picking himself back up and dusting himself off, he thought, "Here I thought this was going to be smooth sailing...guess not." After that thought, he ended up getting blindsided by a car and fell to the road yet again.

Getting back up, he shouted at the driver, "HEY, I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE!" Brian shook his head, questioning the safety standards of drivers today and got back into his car.

"What else could today possibly throw at me?" he inquired as he started back down the road...before being struck by a meteor out of nowhere.

"...Okay...I asked for that," Brian groaned from under the still smoldering space rock.


Brandon only had so much patience. It had been nearly an hour since Brian departed to head for the airport, and by now he should have been back. Looking at the games yet again, he thought "...Oh, what the hell? I don't think he'll mind all that much if I start a new game while he's out..."

So Brandon decided to not wait any longer. He reached in and pulled out the familiar cartridge: the one that started it all. The shelf that held his television on its top was loaded with gaming consoles both new and old, most of them coming from Keith's Game Replay. He hoped the old geezer was alright.

He finally found the familiar old grey box after some searching. The Nintendo Entertainment System he owned had gotten rather dusty in recent times, but it was still pretty maintained, even through disuse and impacts with the floor. Brandon pushed up its lid and slid the cart into the slot. He pushed it down into it and shut the lid before turning the game on. The intro booted up, and these words appeared against the blue screen:

"The world is veiled in darkness. The wind has grown stale and stopped, the sea has grown violent and wild, and the earth begins to rot and erode into nothingness. The people of this world have only but one sliver of hope to look at, and it comes in the form of an age-old prophecy...

'When the world has been consumed by darkness, the chosen warriors will come and vanquish the dark evil...'

Years passed. After a long, long time, four warriors come forth, each of them holding an ORB..."

Two options popped up, one to CONTINUE, or one for a NEW GAME. Brandon selected the new game and saw four beings. Each one was under some kind of class. One was a fighter, one was a thief, another was a red wizard, and the last was a black belt. Brandon thought long and hard about what he wanted to go with and what names he'd give these characters. Eventually, he settled on a fighter (who he didn't name in paticular), a black mage he called Gene, a white mage he called Lyra, and a black belt called Lars.

Finally, he got the game booted up once he made his party...and was met with the overworld immediately. Brandon was understandably confused as to what he had to do. He moved the characters into the castle and spoke to the king, who said:

"LIGHT WARRIORS... Lukhan's Prophecy has come to fruition. Garland currently has the princess in his grasp! Please, you must save her!"

"Straight and to the point. Alright, so far, so good." Brandon said as he left the throne room and castle.

He looked to go and stomp Garland into the ground pretty early in the game, which is not wise, given that the party is extremely weak at this point. Plus, Brandon had no idea that the buildings at the sides of the castle was Cornelia Town, so he ran off to do battle with Garland. As he encountered the evil knight, Garland said:

"No one touches my Princess! You impertinent fools! I, Garland, will knock you all down!"

Brandon stared at the game in confusion. "...'Knock you all down'? Really? The translators must have been pretty baked to avoid saying 'die'." Brandon said to himself. "But, you know, kiddies and all that," Brandon sarcastically added.

The party went into battle...and promptly got their asses kicked by Garland.

"No-hoh...damn!" Brandon cursed. He tried again, this time having a red mage named Aron and a thief named Zack along with the white mage and fighter. Again, Brandon made the exact same mistakes...except who did he lose to this time? Some lowly imps.

"...Okay. This is becoming less and less fun by the minute." Brandon said, becoming a bit annoyed.

Brandon continued to try, and fail, to get to and defeat Garland with minimal help. It got to the point that Brandon started screaming at the screen (and later into one of the couch's pillows), and he just simply refused to take a break and cool down for a few minutes. However, after nearly forty minutes into his folly, he got to Garland again, this time using an all-Warrior party, and after a grueling fight that ended with all but two of his party members biting it...

"Garland has been terminated."

"YES! YEEEEEEEES! I DID IT! I SON OF A BITCH DID IT!" Brandon shouted excitedly as he made it across the bridge and watched the opening credits he could have easily skipped.

"Finally, I can continue in this stupid game... THERE IS A GOD-"

"Five Greater Imps appeared!"

"AAAA Party Terminated."

Brandon sat there with a look of shock and welling anger for one...two...three minutes...and then he finally moved again by tossing his controller to the floor.

"Alright, that's it! Time to resort to cheating..." Brandon said, angered at the supposed unfairness of the game. If he would just read between the lines he'd avoid a lot of stress and strife. He stood up and stormed over to his computer to pull up a video of someone playing the game.

As he watched the video, he did not pay attention to the screen of his game. It started to get messed up...as if there was a glitch in the system...


After after being abused for the better part of nearly two hours, encountering all sorts of problems in car and out, and generally coming under misery and pain that normally is reserved for Brandon's status as part-time Butt Monkey, Brian had finally made it to the airport. He figured that there was going to be exploding toilets or rigged metal detectors, but thankfully he wouldn't have to make it that far. Brian saw the jumbo jet and got out of his utterly wrecked car to go and greet his friends.

A little bit later, the passengers had gotten out and were making their way back towards their cars after they gathered everything up and left out of there. Brian finally saw a few familiar faces, ones he immediately recognized as long-time allies to him and Brandon. The purple anthropomorphic cat was the first to see Brian.

"Brian? Brian!" the cat yelled with joy as he ran towards Brian. The others followed suit.

"Welcome back, guys!" Brian said as he embraced the cat.

"It's good to be back, Cole," the unusually buff military man said.

"Glad to hear it, Walter," Brian said. "...Um, wasn't Xavier supposed to be here?" he asked.

"He was supposed to return with us...but he must have gotten lost on the way or-" the girl with the multi-colored hair said before being cut short by someone shouting "Did someone request my presence?"

A creature donning a lab coat had appeared behind Brian, having come out of the hovercar he owned.

"Ah, Xavier. Almost thought you had gotten lost on the way or something," Brian said, shaking Xavier's hand.

"It would be difficult to get lost with my kind of tech, my friend," Xavier replied.

"So, how have things been going, Brian? Did anything interesting of note happen while we were off-duty?" the girl said.

"Well...we found all of the Final Fantasy games in Keith's Game Replay yesterday. He didn't want to part with them obviously since they were part of his childhood previously." Brian paused for a moment. Things were about to get a little touchy. "And then...there was an...incident at the store."

The group looked concerned. "Brandon didn't do anything stupid this time, did he?" Walter said. He hadn't forgotten the last couple of times Brandon caused incidents.

"No, no! He didn't. However, Whiz Kid attacked us yesterday and tried to issue a small-scale assault on the store. Didn't work, but it was a close call." Brian said, recalling the events of yesterday.

"I was about to say. A shame I wasn't around to get you guys patched up, though." Xavier said.

"Don't worry. I won't feel it for about six more days. Still, it wasn't pretty. After it was all said and done, the nerds got arrested and sent back to the prison, and Keith was sent out to the hospital to check for any serious brain trauma, but not before he parted with his Final Fantasy games. Gave them to Brandon as thanks for defending his store," Brian recalled yet again.

"That's fine, but I'm betting ten bucks that Amityville Street is probably a ruined wreck right now." the cat said. "The Geek Squad can't have been at all subtle about raiding the store if you got badly injured."

"The police probably wouldn't have arrived if they hadn't been so over the top and with potential witnesses everywhere." Brian said. "But it certainly wasn't easy, Bob, I'll tell you that much."

"Yeah. Never is. Ah, well, what's done is done. Hope Keith gets well soon." Bob said. "By the way...where's Brandon at?"

"Yeah, if he missed us, how come he hasn't come to see us return?" Walter said indignantly.

"He didn't want to get up yet, and I didn't want to be late, so he's still at his mansion. Wonder what he's up to now..." Brian wondered.


Brandon had to admit, playing games without reading spoilers or walkthroughs online was not his forte. Sometimes he would get frustrated greatly and begin performing poorly, and as mentioned, he just would not give up even if his face was the color of the sun and his vocal cords had been given a good self-inflicted scraping. If a game had more than one path to it, Brandon would often never settle for 'second best' and usually shoot for the best ending each and every single time, even if the best ending had some of the most frustrating missions/quests/sidequests/etc to offer.

Either way, he just wanted to learn the basics of the game real quick and hopefully get the game over with. After watching a few videos and reading a few walkthroughs on how to get through the first part of the game, Brandon finally processed enough information to perform better.

"Alright. Let's get this show on the road and hopefully I'll beat Garland." Brandon said, walking back to his game. However, when he selected his characters yet again and named them the same names as he did several times, the game map turned up all garbly and warped.

"What the..." Brandon said. Had Keith given him a faulty cartridge or something? Was the game clogged with dust and needed to be blown on? Was the NES going out to pasture at last?

"Been playing this sucker for almost an hour, tops, and the game decides to go cuckoo on me now?" Brandon muttered. "This can't be right..." he said as he stood up and turned the game off. He blew on it and made sure it wasn't dusty before doing the same with the console's slot itself and plugging the game back in. Again, the game was glitched up...except it may have gotten even worse. Now enemy graphics were appearing on the overworld when they weren't supposed to be there, text and numbers dotted the landscape, and blinking seizure-inducing colors dominated some parts of the terrain.

His character's overowlod splte w4z EvEnwor$e l00k1n-ERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERR ORERRORERRORERRORERRORERROR

-File Not Found-

"...Um...okay, what's wrong with this picture? The glitching ain't warping reality."

VFNTRJRYMUTKR&%$&%$ ^$ %!^%*^(&(%& #^$ #%$!^%**IKJTNGRBWEVJYE

"Stop that."

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"Seriously, stop that. The fourth wall isn't literally broken, the readers are probably wondering what the hell's going on, and if you don't stop that, I'll-"

Okay, okay, you got me. Just wanted to get that out of my system.

Anyways, we now return to our plot already in progress. The game had been reduced to almost nothing but a mess of pixels, game sprites and text, and Brandon was left hopelessly confused. After a bit of aimless wandering around the messed up map, Brandon ended up waltzing right into the castle where Garland resided...and then the game went absolutely berserk. It turned into a snowstorm of indecipherable gibberish and flashing colors before the screen went completely blank, along with all of the lights in the house, leaving him in the dark.

Brandon sat there in silence for a few seconds at most. Then he said, "...Okay, when Keith gets back from the hospital, I've gotta tell him that I think his games are broken. Either that or they're possessed." Brandon said, growing more and more concerned.

A Black Mage sprite appeared on the television screen, just standing there with his hat obscuring his face. Brandon was slowly scooting up his couch, not sure what was about to happen.

The sprite turned its face up...and revealed his face. It was Brandon's face. And it was smiling at him.

"...Yep. Definitely possessed and in no way creepy at all." Brandon said, about to duck behind his couch.

That's when things started getting beyond his control. The TV began sparking and sputtering like crazy and the lights flickered as wind blew, even ignoring the fact that Brandon didn't have the windows open. Brandon dove behind his couch and braced for whatever may happen.

The wind and electricity in the air intensified and grew, tossing around loose stationery and shorting out any sort of other electricity-powered apparatus. Furniture started floating into the air as if the gravity were being warped too. The television continued the crazy whirlwind and o-zone smell tricks for the better part of several minutes before it all suddenly stopped. As quickly as it had started, the television's screen went dark, the wind died down, the electricity quit sparking around, and everything that was being hoist into the air came crashing down to the floor...and that included Brandon, much to his detriment.

It had been just a relatively mild bump to the floor, so Brandon hadn't been concerned about breaking anything on impact. He slowly got up from behind the couch, poking his head out from behind it and putting his television into view once again. He didn't dare go any higher though in case the television's little rampage wasn't done yet.

"Something tells me it ain't ov-"

Right in the middle of his sentence, the television sparked back to life, as its screen quickly turned into a swirling vortex of concentrated transportation energy. Brandon was looking into a sight he had become accustomed to after seeing it throughout his adventures, but always dreaded whenever it appeared.

He was looking into the all-seeing multi-dimensional temporal warp.


The group had questioned why Brian's car had become so utterly beaten up in the time they had been gone, and Brian would only give them the reply of "It's a long story". He didn't want to give a straight answer because it was humiliating enough as it was that he ended up falling prey to terribly bad luck, and it certainly wouldn't have helped his reputation as a professional hitman if anyone found out about that.

Fortunately for him (and his friends), the road back home was far less antagonistic. Nothing truly disastrous was happening, and the only true problem they encountered on the way back into town was the engine crapping out for a few minutes.

The car ride home had been pretty quiet, since nobody really had much to say. Brian spoke up and said "So...how was everyone's weekend off? Anything interesting happen?" he asked.

"Well, I was off training myself and newbies and hunting down terrorists. Same shit, different day. Never ends." Walter said.

"I think you need to take a load off, Walter. Years of military experience will stunt your growth in other places," Brian said.

"I know that. You forget that it's what I'm programmed to do." Walter replied.

"Right, but still, it probably wouldn't hurt to get away from that once in a while." Brian continued. He then shifted gears. "How about you Xavier? Anything good happen while you visited your family?" Brian asked Xavier.

"Aside from a science-based homecoming event that ended in disaster? Nothing much. It was fun for what it was worth, but it went downhill when Freddy detonated that butterscotch-filled volcano. Horrors." Xavier said.

"Ah. Sorry about that, Xave. But look on the bright side, at least you don't gotta see them again for a while," Brian said, reassuring Xavier. "And you, Bob?" Brian said to the cat.

"Oh, not too much. Just played a bit of Mario Party with a few friends over my break. Won almost every single match save a couple in Mario Party 8. I rue the day King Boo's Haunted Hideaway was ever conceived." Bob said.

"Alright, sounds simple enough." Brian said, turning his attention towards the girl. "And how about you, Akiyoko? Still communicating with your friends back on Worffton?" he asked her.

"Yeah. They've been doing surprisingly well since Juno's attempted invasion, all things considered." Aki said. Brian visibly tensed at the mention of the name 'Juno', but he decided to not say anything about it. "They say they'll eventually be able to visit Imaginationland once the ship production lines get back into order and enough material is gathered up to mass produce them again."

"That's good to hear. Glad Juno's attack hasn't affected their resolve." Brian said.

"Any chance you'll get this junker repaired?" Bob asked Brian.

"First off, Bob, it's a futuristic model, not a junker. Secondly, yes, I'm going to get this thing repaired once I get back home." Brian said. "I'm tempting fate, but I'm at least hoping nothing else goes wrong today." Brian said to himself.

Unfortunately, Brian's prediction was wrong. The general rule here is that if something goes wrong, it won't quit going wrong until it finally quits. It had been true in Brian's case, and in Brandon's case...well...


The television had completely turned into a full blown temporal warp between this world and whatever lay on the other end of it. It had picked up suction and was increasing quickly. Brandon had a track record for being notoriously stubborn when it came to being pulled in to the warps, so it wasn't any surprise that once he got a grip on something that was firmly nailed to the ground, he applied a death grip. It only worked so long though; temporal warps tended to equal Brandon in the stubbornness department and usually wouldn't close until he got sucked in.

"Sometimes I wonder if being a defender of the universe is all it's cracked up to be..." Brandon said as he hung onto a nearby wall for dear life. The temporal warp continued to apply suction, hoping to pry Brandon off of the wall he attached himself to, all the while sucking other loose objects towards it and bringing them through the warp.

The combined wear and tear of Brandon's tight grip and the warp's pull was quickly disintegrating the wall. The wall eventually gave way and caused Brandon to lose his grip. Brandon tried to frantically grab onto something to stop his progress towards the warp, but if there way anything it probably wasn't stuck to the ground like he hoped. He couldn't even dig his fingers into the floor or anything since the warp had gotten too strong by that point. Even his last desperate attempt of grabbing onto the frame of the screen didn't help. He finally was pulled in as his vision filled with the turquoise and aquamarine innards of the warp.

The warp finally closed, leaving the living room a complete and total wreck and in complete darkness, with nothing but the occasional flicker on the screen and the sunlight filtering through the windows.


-20 Minutes Later-

It had taken a while to get back to the mansion where Brandon resided, but Brian's junked car had finally pulled into the driveway. The car, having served Brian well throughout its abuse, fell apart almost as soon as it stopped in the driveway, eliciting grunts from some members of the party.

"Ugh...next time, I'm ordering first class..." Bob muttered, getting out of the car.

"Don't whine about it, Bob. You're not the one who had to sit in a train car for weeks on end." Walter said, following the rest of the group out of the car.

"Always the stand-off-ish one, eh Walter?" Xavier mused.

"Don't start with me, Doc." Walter said.

"Oh, hush. Your tenseness is highly unpleseant, you know. You used to be so much more nicer and not as prone to being defensive." Xavier said.

"Well at least I don't always have my goggles plastered to my face." Walter said.

"Says the steampunk android always dollied up in his combat gear24/7!" Xavier retorted.

"Geek!" "Boltbrain!" "Egghead!" "Rustbucket!"

The two volleyed insults at each other for a solid thirty seconds until Akiyoko stepped in to break it up. "How many times am I gonna have to play moderator to you two before you stop being so vitriolic?" Akiyoko said.

"But he's the one who started it!" Xavier whined.

"Childish words for a man of science and knowledge," she shot back. Xavier looked flustered in response. "Honestly, you two. For a couple of long-time friends, you sure do fight a lot."

"It's called tough love." Walter said.

"Right, and making a space pun using milk is called astronomy." Akiyoko once again retorted. "Now if you two boys are finished, we've got to see Brandon inside now," she added.

"...yes, ma'am." the doctor and the soldier said. They looked a bit embarrassed that they were being talked down by a girl, but it hadn't been the first time it happened, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Brian had arrived at the door of the mansion and knocked on the door. "Hey, Brandon, we're back! If you're up already, come down and see your friends!" Brian called to Brandon.

No response. He knocked again.

"Brandon? Are you there?" Brian called a second time. Still no response.

"Here, let me try." Walter said as he pushed Brian aside. With little time, Walter knocked down the front door.

"Was that really necessary, Walter? The poor door wasn't even locked!" Bob said in the door's defense.

"It wasn't? Well, shit. My bad." Walter said. "Although the inside don't look a whole lot more better."

The group looked within the house, and saw the living room had been ransacked. Paper was everywhere. The lights had been blown out. Furniture had been upturned and tossed around haphazardly. The smell of o-zone and electricity was lingering in the air. And Brandon was nowhere to be seen.

"What the hell happened in here?" Brian wondered.

"We obviously wouldn't know. I don't think there's any minor villains we know that could cause the lights to blow out and send all of this everywhere." Akiyoko said. "Electro-Specter could have done this, but Xana's little peanut gallery of robots are gone too."

"Search the other rooms in the house. If he's not down here, he should be in his arcade in the basement or his bedroom or something..." Brian said, becoming increasingly concerned.

The five searched all around the expansive household, but all of their efforts turned out fruitless: Brandon was simply gone.

"We've looked all over the place, and Brandon is just...gone..." Bob said. "What about his housekeepers? Rupert, Daisy and Friday?" Bob added.

"They're on extended leave time. Which means they won't be back until next week." Walter remembered. He then muttered under his breath, "Lucky bastards..."

"Cut 'em some slack, soldier boy. They work a lot around the house." Akiyoko said. "We need to find Brandon...and fast. If the Villain's Alliance decided to turn up while we were gone and capture Brandon, we'd better bail him out as soon as possible," she concluded.

"But what about their disappearance? They haven't been active since March and nobody's seen hide nor hair of 'em! Why are we assuming this now?" Xavier asked.

"What if on the off-chance they decided to come back? Would you assume then?" Walter replied. He then ran towards the door frame.

Xavier sighed. "I don't get why we're gonna go after ghosts..." Xavier said. Following the others, he decided to go along with them just in case they were gonna take some hits.

The group wasted no time in getting out the door frame and running off to find where their leader had disappeared off to. As Brian ran ahead of the group, he began to reflect and was noticing a theme going on here. "First Rob, then the Villain's Alliance, and now Brandon... Something must be going on here..." Brain thought. He figured they wouldn't find their rouges gallery too easily, but the had to try regardless.

Little did they know that this was to be a herald to one of their lengthiest adventures yet.


END OF PROLOGUE


A/N: Well, the prologue is finally finished. Now we're about to get into the real meat of the story, the actual game...well, sort of. Stay tuned for the first intermission of the story, which will just be a bridge between the Prologue and the first Final Fantasy.