Chapter 2 - Searching for the Beoulve
A group of knights in dark armor was on the mountain top. All alone they look in every way
possible, as if searching for something.
"The last of the Beoulve" One said. "I can sense him" Looking at the pathway which led to
St.Ivalice.
"Yes. Yes. So can I. He is strong but unguarded. We will get him easily" Another at the back
of the pack said. He looked like the leader due to his better-looking suit of equipment.
The group looked around for any snoopers before heading down the path to Ivalice. They
knew that if they failed, she would be mad. And if she was mad, they would die . . .
St.Ivalice was your normal town. There was nothing special about it. You had the school,
the people, the snow. You would never expect a magical item to change your life around, or a
special person who would turn your world upside down. Nope. Nothing like that ever happened.
You had the workers, who, every day went to the bar for a drink. You had the woman who worked
at the various shops. You had the children running about, playing and having fun.
Marche had lived in St.Ivalice for about a year now. The second day he had been here Mewt,
His best friend, had come across a magical book. It had brought him, Mewt, and Ritz, as well as
others to the magical world of Ivalice. He wanted to stay there but he (and Mewt and Ritz.) knew
that it was just a dream world . . . Or so they though. Mewt had burned the book and had thrown the
ashes into the water, so the book could never be restored.
Marche himself lived in the other section of the town. It was a yellow house in a small
neighborhood. He knew that his mom and his brother, Doned, would be waiting for him.
Doned was Marche's younger brother. He has been in a wheelchair for most, if not all, of his
life. He was getting out of the hospital again today. (Doned had to go to the hospital every so often)
Marche had promised him that he would be there to see him get home.
Doned and his mother went up the ramp to the house. Doned had assumed that Marche was
late getting home. Marche had promised that he would be here to meet him. Doned sighed. He knew
very well that Marche had a reason for taking so long to get here, even if a small one at that. As his
mother opened the door a gust of wind blew out of the house, followed by a crashing sound.
What was that? Doned thought. Perhaps it was a thief. Perhaps not.
"Stay here" Doned's mother, Alma, said. As she went into the house, a chill ran down
Doned's back. Following that chill there was a scream from inside the house.
"MOM!" Doned yelled. Moving as fast he could (He WAS in a wheelchair after all.)he
entered the house to see where his mom's scream had came from. He entered the kitchen and dinning
room. She wasn't there. He moved to the family room and he saw a sword entering the room from
the other end.
The last thing he remembered was a knight, clad in black, shooting out a magical glow....
Marche was walking through the streets of St. Ivalice. He knew the town very well know
after moving here. He didn't have any friends at his old town. And was glad to know, and became
friends with many of St. Ivalice's people.
As he came down the road where his house was located he noticed a strange site. The door to
his house had been left open.
Mom never leaves the house open. He thought. Was it thieves? Picking up the rock that lay
down on the ground, he approached his house. Peeking through the doorway he could tell that
someone had been here. His mom's car was here. But her and Doned were nowhere in sight. As he
moved into the dinning room, he noticed that the lights were on and the place looked as if had been
robed. He moved into the family room and saw Doned's wheelchair.
What the? Ran through his head. Doned can't move without his wheelchair.... Or well, he
can. But not enough to do more then stand up for a mere second.
Peeking at the hallway he saw that only his and Doned's room was not opened. Walking
slowly and silently, he went down the hallway and herd a noise.
"ITS NOT HERE!" a male voice yelled as he put his ear up to the door. "Where is THAT
BOOK!?!" He herd a clashing sound as if someone had wacked something with a sword.
What the hell.. Who is this person... Wait a second... It all clicked there. The book he
wanted was the Final Fantasy, The Grand Grimoire. But Mewt had gone and burnt the book... Why
would someone come here looking for it. He had to know more. Leaning up on the door. He herd
another voice and now found out that there were two in the room.
"Master, the book is not here." The male voice said.
"What do you mean its not there. It HAS to be there." A female voice said.
"Its not here. The boy does not have it within his house" The male voice said, now with a
nervous tone in his voice.
"FINE, get back here as soon as you can. Tell the others to report back as well. We need that
boy or that book." The female voice yelled.
Marche didn't know what to do. Before he could run the door opened.
His eyes widened. A Knight in dark was staring at him. A smile broke on his mouth (The
only thing of his face you could see)
"The last Beoulve." The knight said in a satisfied tone...
A group of knights in dark armor was on the mountain top. All alone they look in every way
possible, as if searching for something.
"The last of the Beoulve" One said. "I can sense him" Looking at the pathway which led to
St.Ivalice.
"Yes. Yes. So can I. He is strong but unguarded. We will get him easily" Another at the back
of the pack said. He looked like the leader due to his better-looking suit of equipment.
The group looked around for any snoopers before heading down the path to Ivalice. They
knew that if they failed, she would be mad. And if she was mad, they would die . . .
St.Ivalice was your normal town. There was nothing special about it. You had the school,
the people, the snow. You would never expect a magical item to change your life around, or a
special person who would turn your world upside down. Nope. Nothing like that ever happened.
You had the workers, who, every day went to the bar for a drink. You had the woman who worked
at the various shops. You had the children running about, playing and having fun.
Marche had lived in St.Ivalice for about a year now. The second day he had been here Mewt,
His best friend, had come across a magical book. It had brought him, Mewt, and Ritz, as well as
others to the magical world of Ivalice. He wanted to stay there but he (and Mewt and Ritz.) knew
that it was just a dream world . . . Or so they though. Mewt had burned the book and had thrown the
ashes into the water, so the book could never be restored.
Marche himself lived in the other section of the town. It was a yellow house in a small
neighborhood. He knew that his mom and his brother, Doned, would be waiting for him.
Doned was Marche's younger brother. He has been in a wheelchair for most, if not all, of his
life. He was getting out of the hospital again today. (Doned had to go to the hospital every so often)
Marche had promised him that he would be there to see him get home.
Doned and his mother went up the ramp to the house. Doned had assumed that Marche was
late getting home. Marche had promised that he would be here to meet him. Doned sighed. He knew
very well that Marche had a reason for taking so long to get here, even if a small one at that. As his
mother opened the door a gust of wind blew out of the house, followed by a crashing sound.
What was that? Doned thought. Perhaps it was a thief. Perhaps not.
"Stay here" Doned's mother, Alma, said. As she went into the house, a chill ran down
Doned's back. Following that chill there was a scream from inside the house.
"MOM!" Doned yelled. Moving as fast he could (He WAS in a wheelchair after all.)he
entered the house to see where his mom's scream had came from. He entered the kitchen and dinning
room. She wasn't there. He moved to the family room and he saw a sword entering the room from
the other end.
The last thing he remembered was a knight, clad in black, shooting out a magical glow....
Marche was walking through the streets of St. Ivalice. He knew the town very well know
after moving here. He didn't have any friends at his old town. And was glad to know, and became
friends with many of St. Ivalice's people.
As he came down the road where his house was located he noticed a strange site. The door to
his house had been left open.
Mom never leaves the house open. He thought. Was it thieves? Picking up the rock that lay
down on the ground, he approached his house. Peeking through the doorway he could tell that
someone had been here. His mom's car was here. But her and Doned were nowhere in sight. As he
moved into the dinning room, he noticed that the lights were on and the place looked as if had been
robed. He moved into the family room and saw Doned's wheelchair.
What the? Ran through his head. Doned can't move without his wheelchair.... Or well, he
can. But not enough to do more then stand up for a mere second.
Peeking at the hallway he saw that only his and Doned's room was not opened. Walking
slowly and silently, he went down the hallway and herd a noise.
"ITS NOT HERE!" a male voice yelled as he put his ear up to the door. "Where is THAT
BOOK!?!" He herd a clashing sound as if someone had wacked something with a sword.
What the hell.. Who is this person... Wait a second... It all clicked there. The book he
wanted was the Final Fantasy, The Grand Grimoire. But Mewt had gone and burnt the book... Why
would someone come here looking for it. He had to know more. Leaning up on the door. He herd
another voice and now found out that there were two in the room.
"Master, the book is not here." The male voice said.
"What do you mean its not there. It HAS to be there." A female voice said.
"Its not here. The boy does not have it within his house" The male voice said, now with a
nervous tone in his voice.
"FINE, get back here as soon as you can. Tell the others to report back as well. We need that
boy or that book." The female voice yelled.
Marche didn't know what to do. Before he could run the door opened.
His eyes widened. A Knight in dark was staring at him. A smile broke on his mouth (The
only thing of his face you could see)
"The last Beoulve." The knight said in a satisfied tone...