Final Fantasy Reawakening

Hey I don't own anything Final Fantasy series or sub Series related. This is a fan fiction, nothing more or less. Thought I have already posted a similar thing on my bio, thought I don't know if people read that, and I don't want to get into trouble so I am posting it here

Chapter three: Forgotten memories 1

"Damn, evil paper of sorrow!" I said tick off. It was kind or ironic. I could see the paper, but not the area around me. All I could see was darkness, and walking was difficult. Also reading the paper was like trying to read a foreign languish you didn't…. actually that is the case. I laugh at the thought.

"Hello is anyone there?" asked an unfamiliar voice. "Yeah, I am here." I said. I soon heard footsteps coming my way. "Man, you look ok." The voice said. "Why you ask? Do you look like shit?' I asked. "Yeah, I do look awful." The voice said. "Why you blind or something?" The voice asked. "No, but this place is fucking up my senses." I said. "By the way the corpses look, a lot of people had that problem." The voice said.

"So how you get here?" I asked. "Well I was looking for my friends. In my search, these vile creatures try to kill me. I fought back, and after defeating them I fell into the darkness." The voice said.

"How do I know you're not someone trying to kill me, while trying to deceive me as a kind person?" I said. "Why would I want to kill you?" The voice asked confused. "I see," I said. This guy seems more of an unfortunate idiot then some assassin. If he is such a person, then he doing a good job. "What…" I said, but then it happens.

An odd sound is heard. It sounded in human, yet childish roar. "They're here." The voice said. "Dam it," I said to myself. Before I could say anything more I got my fucking head hit by something as I heard steel clash, I knew I would lose….

Why am I so weak? I couldn't protect myself, and now some guy going get killed for my family fucking mistakes. But then again why the fuck did they want me to read a page if I didn't know how to read it. Plus how does it matter, I am knock out.

"Then why just shut up and stay down?" said a male voice. He gets up. When I get up a strange garb in a white robe with black lining on it was staring at me. The hood covers his face, and he makes sure that his clothing hides any trace of his skin or who he physically. "Who are you?" I asked as I got up. "I am just a person who wants to help you." The mysterious man said. "Don't you want to know why they think you can read that book?" "Yes." I said. The man then cast some sort of spell, and a door opens. "Go through the door and you will remember the past." The man said. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. "Because I fell someone should know his past and not be deny who he is. Don't worry it won't cost anything." The man said. "Sure." I said. I then open the door and go through it.

I look out as a young child was reading a book. "Come on, why you think you can read that book?" asked a child's voice. "Because mom and dad can, and I want to learn as well." The younger child said. "Not today, probably not in the month or year. It took me awhile to get to read that book, or the segments the parents could let us read." The older child said. "I will learn to read this." The younger child said. "Yeah, but then again maybe when you're older." The older child said. The he left.

I watch the young child cry. Man, how lame? Plus this can't be my memories. I never had a brother. "Are you so sure?" asked a voice similar to mine. "Yes." I said. "Then what about that jerk… he can't be. I mean…" "Do you ever felt that you were forgetting something, that thing seem incomplete in your life?" asked the other me voice. "Not a lot, but there are times, like who was my father, and what happen to him and if what you said is true what of my brother." I asked. "They were taken from you by someone who said they loved you. Someone close to you." Said the other me voice.

I look around for the voice, but couldn't find it. "Don't bother finding me. I am a part of you, something that's forgotten or was meant to be forgotten." Said the other me voice. "Then why not just show me all the past, or the parts I need!?" I asked. "Because that wouldn't be fun," The other I said. "Fuck you and get out of my head." I said. Silence came, but the crying continues.

I watch the child. Could that been me? The why couldn't he had remember, why did he forget his own past? Plus who was the older brother of his? The he notices an man he presume to be his father come in. "Alex," asked the man. "Why are you crying?" "Because I am a weakling, I can't read or write, nor can I do fighting like your or Zane." The young I said. "That's because you're young. We learn to get stronger both physically and mentally. In time you be stronger then me maybe." The man he presumes his father said. "So I will get stronger?" the younger I said. "Yes," said the man I presume as father. "Go downstairs, it's dinner time." The young me nods and follows his father downstairs.

He notices a strange group of papers on the table. It seems the area was used for teaching people. He went to look around. He saw some papers. It seems the parents were teaching two languish, one was English, and the other was the writing in the book. "This is too easy…" I said. "Isn't it, it's easier to learn things when your younger then it is when your older." Said the other me voice. "But can I read the paper." I said. "You'll see." The voice said. For some reason I heard a voice yelling out. "Time isn't on your side." The voice of the other I said... "What the... your not me, then who are you?" I asked. "You'll know soon." The voice soon changes into a more demonic tone as it disappears in a vile laughter.

Was the writing real, was anything real? Was that man in the cloth, could he been the enemy… could he been him… if so then am I about to die, or someone else did? "Alex calm down!" said Ramza in my head. "Now, what? Telling me I fuck up." I said. "No, these memories aren't faked, but that voice was. He was of the enemy, and yes it was him." Ramza said. "Then am I?" I asked. "Yes, your still alive, but in an dream world of sorts. You're in your memories." Ramza said. "So what is written here is true." I asked. "Yes." Ramza said. "I got to translate this and save that guy who I talk to. He probably was trying to help me." I said. "Don't worry you got time to do so. Just calm down and do the task." Ramza said.

I concentrate; focus on the subject at hand. I have a job to do. I read what I could and use what I had at this memory to try and translate the paper. It felt like hours before I translated the paper. It was a simple spell, it seem to calls forth spirits of the dead to protect them. Also there seem to be several spells that were used for possessing people or things.

"You should be surprised how many dead are here, as well as evil beings." Ramza said. "Ok, but I guess you're not taking me to the portal will you." I asked. "No, I don't have the strength to do so yet." "You knew he was here wasn't?" I asked. "Yes," said Ramza. "I didn't know why he hasn't attacked so far. Nor why he helped you, you would have figured it out eventually." "Are you so sure about that?" I asked. "Yes, you're a smart kid. I know you could do so." Ramza said. "Still you have to find that kid or at least his spirit." "I see." I said.

Soon the room filled in light and I woke up, to see the place been in battle. Thought there was no bodies. The place seemed different, it seem too been some sort of castle, or the underground part of it at least. It seemed well lit. "Why the fuck couldn't I see before!" I said anger. "Because the place magic made you blind like many before that its master sucked in." Ramza said. "Then how did that guy see?" I asked. "Only the demon or the dead can see in here, unless some sort of magic can make them see. I have never seen a living person see in the area's say the owner of the book." Ramza said. "Oh, yes you have to find yourself a few weapons. I couldn't give you some just in case you lost it. But then again I didn't know he would attack so soon. But still why did he help you?" asked Ramza. "I don't know maybe we'll discover soon." I said as I went to try and find the person who helped me.

In another area of the place the man with the white robe seem to order some sort of creature in the shadows to do something. "So why did you help the boy?" asked a voice. "Because I thought he should know his past." The hooded figure replied. "Plus I owe him at least that much. Plus I want to see how much he has change before I hunt him down. Plus you have to admit, it would be boring to defeat a person if he didn't know how to play the game." "I see, but that would be rather childish?" asked the other voice. "Don't worry, I won't let him win. I have my own plans for his suffer." The hooded figure said as he grabbed some sort of odd bag. "It will be an interesting game." The other voice said.