Disclaimer: The Final Fantasy Ivalice Alliance (Final Fantasy XII, Final Fantasy XII Revenant Wings, Final Fantasy Tactics War of the Lions, and Final Fantasy Tactics A2), plus Final Fantasy Tactics Advance and all of its characters and settings solely belong to Square Enix.

The following characters: Kyle, Valeria, and Dirk Lionheart appear in the fanfic "Final Fantasy Versus XII" and solely belongs to author Mace the Manakete

The Christmas characters belong to Christmas

And finally the character Lombard belongs to me.

FINAL FANTASY CHRISTMAS –IVALICE ALLIANCE

Chapter 1 - The Christmas Star

"Galactical Auracite"

Vaan's eyes were glued at a scarlet diamond-shaped stone, glimmering brightly at a small obscured altar inside the Glabados Ruins.

"It is said that the auracite has the power to summon monsters and creatures." Balthier peered on a manuscript describing the artifact, "this particular auracite however has the power to control anything even the universe."

"Can it move galaxies?" Vaan asked, his eyes still on the stone, not paying a slight of attention.

"It depends." Balthier shrugged.

"We don't know what this auracite can do." Fran said, "If what Balthier says is true, about the Galactical Auracite, touching it could bring unspeakable matter."

"What is wrong with touching a treasure?" Vaan brought his hand closer to the treasure.

SLAP! His hand quickly withdrew from the slap. He faced the person who slapped him. It was Penelo, and she looked at him wildly.

"You're not supposed to touch it!" she exclaimed.

"Aw come on! It was just a joke." Vaan grinned, "I wasn't going to touch it. Honestly."

The gang saw through Vaan's eyes. The young sky pirate with no hesitation wanted to grab the Auracite. He wanted it so badly that he was practically drooling. The gang got worried.

"Y'know what? I think I sense someone coming." Fran quickly said, catching Vaan's attention.

"What? Do you think we should—?" Balthier asked.

"It's best that we get out of here while we still can." Fran proposed.

"Well then let's get out." Vaan said and as he spun on his heels to take off, his shoulder gave the Auracite a strong nudge that in a quick second, the stone left its altar only to land on the hard floor.

CRASH!

The stone shattered into a million pieces. The gang stared at the glass bits on the floor, jaws hanged open.

"What did you do!?" Fran screamed.

"N-Nothing. I didn't—" He tried to explain the situation, but his mind went blank. Suddenly there was a crash at the entrance of the altar. The gang turned to watch a pile of rocks brought down into the floor and blocking the exit like a storming rainfall. It was so quick, they had no idea what happened. Then the floor started shaking uncontrollably.

"What's happening?" Penelo screamed through the horrendous noise.

"It seems the Auracite has unleashed its power!" Balthier shouted as well, "We must vanish from this place if we don't want the ruins to take us into our own graves!"

"But there's no way out!" Vaan reminded Balthier.

"Of course there isn't!" Balthier went for the altar's far wall and the others followed. He laid a hand on a brick and the wall shifted open, causing more tremors in the room.

"Come on!" Balthier ordered, and the gang fled down the passageway. They skidded around a corner, darted through a secluded corridor, circled a twisted stairway and emerged through the exit.

But then for some reason they stopped. They were outside yet it didn't feel right. It didn't feel safe. The ground was still shaking!

"What's going on?" Penelo cried.

"The whole world is shaking!" Balthier said.

Penelo angrily stared at Vaan, "This is all your fault Vaan!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Vaan cried, "It was an… accident?"

The entire world stopped shaking right after Vaan said "accident." The gang looked around. The ground wasn't thrashing anymore. They turned behind to see the Glabados Ruins still intact. It all looked like the tremor never happen.

"What happened?" muttered Fran.

Vaan scratched his blond head, "Everything stopped."

This is the story of a lost tale that has never been told among the many other tales of Ivalice. It was a tale that happened in Ivalice many years ago, from Rabanastre to Bevernia Palace, across Bhujerba and the continent. It was an adventure that happened around the Christmas season and during the closing of yet another year.

In those days, Ivalice had a Royal Capital, and it laid at the very center of the continent. The Royal Capital is known for its militia of law enforcers and a royal family that is based on a lineage of legendary monarchs. It was also known for its peaceful serene environment: cosmic meadows, crystal-clear lakes, and a city with countless-stories buildings. Vales, the Royal city laid in the south. There lived a 19-year old intrepid named Kyle Nasher. Simple-minded and full of spirits, Kyle dwelled at the far corner of the city's marketplace at Mikoto's Magick shop, where he was raised from only an orphan infant by Sage Mikoto, an elderly Nu Mou of only about four feet tall. Despite her age, she was very well respected by the people and Kyle would call her Grandmom. Besides Mikoto was also a parrot. Her talking talk-a-lot pet parrot named Perry who is always up to something whenever the sage was absent.

Kyle went to school most of his times, and his latest enrollment was at the Academy of Magick at the Magic City of Gariland four miles from Vales. Mikoto's desire for Kyle was to take over the family business, but what Kyle really craved for was to explore the world.

It was the last day of class before the start of the Christmas season and as soon as the academy's big clock rang its last glorious bell, everyone went about their preparations to leave the academy and to start their holiday season. Kyle was running down the hallways looking frantic. He was actually looking for someone…fast.

"Hey Kyle!" A voice called him. Kyle whipped his head around to see a young dark-skinned man around his age, wearing a shirt and a red jacket underneath, with matching pants and boots.

"Whatcha doing? Are you playing hide n' seek with Ezel Berbier again?" the man laughed when he noticed Kyle looking around frenetically.

"I'm not playing hide n' seek, Brad. I'm looking for Valeria." Kyle replied, still looking distracted.

"Oh, her. Last time I checked, she was at the courtyard. Why? Do you need her or something?"

Kyle finally turned his attention to Brad, "Yes. Bad."

Kyle took off for the courtyard. He twisted around a corner, sprinted through the corridor and pulled out of the academy into the courtyard, all while squeezing his way through the crowding students.

He looked around. Where was she? His blue eyes wandered across the courtyard until it fixed on a red-haired teenager wearing a white blouse with yellow linings, a matching skirt and boots that reached the knees. He smiled and went for the girl.

"Valeria!" he called.

The girl turned around to see him. She smiled at his presence, "Kyle."

Kyle stopped and when he was about to utter another word, nothing but heavy wheezing came out. Valeria looked concern, "What is it? Is everything all right?"

Kyle shook his head, "…no…everything's… I mean…fine." He sighed, "Everything is fine."

Valeria looked concern, "Are you sure? Cause you sound like you're about to collapse any second."

"Too much running… anyway…" Kyle sat his butt on the ground before letting out a deep breath.

"Kyle. I thought you got over with the fact that I'm leaving for Bhujerba to spend Christmastime with my family, but don't take this the wrong way, it's not the end of the world. You'll still see me."

Kyle laughed, "No, no, no. My midlife crisis is over long before you even started packing your bags. It just that I…" Kyle stopped, "Wait. This is not comfortable."

Kyle stood up and brushed the sand off his butt. Valeria laughed. No matter what the situation, Kyle always managed to make Valeria laugh. He then reached down the left pocket of his baggy white shorts to pull out a white shining stone.

Valeria gasped at the sight of the stone, "Oh my goodness, Kyle…"

"Merry Christmas, Valeria." Kyle smiled.

"This is…this is…" she was at a loss of words.

"…a star, I know." Kyle finished, "But in my defense, it was a shooting star."

Valeria looked up to Kyle questionably. Kyle continued, "Remember yesterday when I went on my latest game mission to rescue Mrs. Potpourrisan's cat from under the tree? Well, after that, I was heading home and I saw that star there right in the middle of the Bevernia Palace Courtyard. If you saw the courtyard's grass, it looked like it burnt."

"But Kyle…Bevernia Palace, won't you get in trouble again with the Judges?" Valeria reminded Kyle of all the time he had with the judges. The judges and Kyle, only and has always been, equaled to trouble—illegal trouble. One time the judges locked Kyle in a dungeon for a crime he didn't even commit. To the people, Kyle was full-spirited and adventurous, but to the judges he was a sneaky loose criminal rat.

"Bah who cares about them judges?" Kyle blew a raspberry, "they may rule the city but they can't rule the continent."

"With this star, the wielder gets granted power to rule the continent…or perhaps even the world." One of the judges among a circle of judges breathed.

These law enforcers, clad in silver armor, peered through the crystal ball as Kyle and Valeria shared a farewell hug.

"Now this star has fallen into the hands of first a measly rat and now that girl." Another one of the judges muttered.

"What other more proofs do we need?" The third judge asked.

The fourth judge muttered, "The queen is not going to like this."

A glacial voice suddenly knifed through the room, literally blew the crystal ball into a wall shattering it into pieces. "Of course I ain't gonna like this!!" It said.

The judges turned to face the source: a brown haired woman of regal status, with an ancient sign of the forehead and wearing a long-height dark colored dress. The judges at the sight of the woman immediately submitted themselves.

"Queen Remedi." The first Judge gulped, "I assume you saw that huh?"

"Find me this star. Find me this girl." She hissed, "This star is property of the Bevernia Royal Lineage. Any criminal who put their hand on that star shall be executed."

"Executed?" the third judge gulped.

"Your Majesty," the fourth judge approached the queen, "you're talking about the daughter of Vales' magistrate."

"I don't care who's daughter this is!" She said in a glacial tone, "Just find me the girl. This star must be retrieved… oh, and have the rest of the judges and your best knights find me that boy too. He's the reason I've lost my star, and he must die first."

Coming Up: Chapter 2