Chapter 4: In The Clan

Lauren's POV

After I woke u, I went to the bar to get something to eat. After I had finished eating, the pubmaster asked if I was Lauren.

When I told him I was, he gave me a letter.

"The Judgemaster gave it to me. He asked me to give it to you."

I thanked him, and opened the letter.

Dear Lauren,

I'll meet you in front of your room, at 8 o'clock a.m. Be there, or you're going to have a hard time getting in my clan. Sorry for being strict, but it has to be done.

Fenrir

Oh crap! I have to take a bath, and get ready! I thanked the pubmaster again, and headed up to my room. I got ready to take a bath, then added a bit of bathsoaps. I live in luxury, I thought to myself. I then got in the bathtub.

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After becoming clean, I picked out the best clothes for the meeting. It was almost time. I heard someone stop outside of my door. That had to be him. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come, and opened the door, stepped outside the door, and stopped. It was him.

"Hi," he said. "I'll be your clan leader."

After that, we had a nice hour long chat. He told me that he was looking forward to testing my abilities, if I have any.

"I am having a sword made specially for you. I had the same thing done for the other clan mates, although they told me what type of sword they wanted," he told me.

"I, personally, like the looks of the really big sword that Judgemaster Radiuju has," I said.

"I guessed as much. I told the blacksmith in town that I wanted a broadsword made," he said, a bit sheepishly. "In fact, it should be about done. Let's go check up on the blacksmith."

"Lead the way!"

Inside the blacksmith's forge, the blacksmith, whom I was astonished upon learning he knew my clan leader from really far back, asked if I was the clanner that Fenrir'd been talking about.

"Yeah, this is the one I've been talking about."

"She's a beaut, Fen. You're a lucky girl, tah have him as yer clan leader," he told me.

"Yeah, I guessed as much," I replied.

"Anyway, yer sword is finished. Now fer the finishin' touches." He motioned for Fenrir to join him. About 20 minutes later, they came back from wherever they went to. In Fenrir's hands was the best looking sword. It was about 4-5 feet in length, and about 1-2 feet in width, also not very thick and had one edge to it, as well as a shoulder rest on the flat edge of the sword. It had peculiar runes on it.

"May I name it?" I asked Fenrir.

"Go ahead. It's your sword."

"Hmm…" I thought for a while. "I'll call it 'Heaven Asunder,' or just Heaven, preferably the first," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Good name. Sounds like you think it can cut the heavens apart," he praised me.

"It probably can," I told him.

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, just a feeling I have."

"We still have to introduce you to the other members of the Clan!" he exclaimed.

With that, I was in a clan. And what a wonderful clan it was. He introduced me to some of his dad's clan, as well as his own. His clan consisted of a Nu mou Alchemist named Edward, a bangaa Cannoneer named Samson, a moogle bard named Hurdy, a Seeq lanista named Owyn, a viera spellblade named Katie, and his friend Ezel. At the last one, I gaped.

"Ezel? As in Ezel Berbier? The famous Nu mou eccentric Ezel?" I asked, astonished.

"That's me, kiddo," Ezel answered. "I was asked by his father to watch over him."

"And what a hard job it is, eh, Ezel?" joked Fenrir.

"Yeh got that right, kid," Ezel replied, also jokingly. "Especially since you got faster." This last part he said so seriously.

"Well, I had to even the odds, seeing as how this class of mine is so slow."

"Well… I'd better be going," I told them. "Thanks for introducing me to everyone. I had a good time."

I left, and went to my room in the inn, flopping myself on the bed. What a tiring day… With that I fell asleep.

'"The girl has joined a clan…" said a dark, mysterious, and deep voice.

"That could become a problem, what with the son of the Griever as her leader," said another voice.

"We will find a way to her… We will make her stronger!" said a third, higher pitched voice.

"She will be able to prove herself as the one she was ment to be," said the second voice.

"Yes, she is the one the prophecies speak of."

Somehow this was a pure voice. Maybe these were the gods everyone spoke of…

"She's awakening to the truth, even in her sleep," said the same pure voice.'

I awoke, to find that it was a cold morning. Those voices were talking about me, weren't they? That was my waking thought.