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Fantasy Tactics 3-The Great War of Ivalice
By: Angela
Reyes
Chapter 1: The war begins…
It
was a cold…rainy night…the kind of nights when there's sadness…well this is one
of them. Ramza was going to apply to be a Knight along with Delita. Alma cried all night. "Why do you have to
leave?" Alma asked through a sobbing voice. "because the soldiers of Ivalice are dieing out. They
need more, so I applied…I'm sorry, Alma but I have to. I wished I could stay
with you longer, but…I…can't, said Ramza. "You'll probably die within a day,
anyway. And the king, dosen't even know you, so there's no use going out
there." Said Alma drying her face. "I'm sorry, but father-" Ramza couldn't
continue. Alma cried even more. "I will miss you, Ramza." Said Alma. "I will
miss you too." He said. "…Father…He said…" Alma whispered. "What did father
say?" Ramza asked. His last words where…." Alma began to say the words, but she
began to cry again…. Ramza hugged Alma, let go, and say… "I miss him, too
Alma…goodbye." Ramza turned and waked away.
Delita!
Ramza called, as he ran through the rain. Delita was standing by the meeting
place under the doorway. "Oh, there you are Ramza. I was looking for you. Why
where you so late?" asked Delita. "Well, you see…. me and Alma had a talk before
I left. Agrias! Over here!" yelled Ramza. "Hey!" yelled Agrias. "Ah, there you
are, Agrias." Said Ramza. "Let me guss. Your sister cried…right?" asked Agrias.
Ramza didn't answer. "Let's go in now." Said Delita. The three of them went
into the meeting area.
"Exuse
me. I'll be back." Said Ramza. Suddenly, while He was walking to the Orbonne
Monestary, he found a Brown, Hard Coverd book. He went to it and picked it up.
It had no title…All it said, was St. Ajora on it. "This must be the author…"
Whispered Ramza to himself. He sat down at the table, and started to read… He
read the first page. It said, The Legend of the Zodiac Brave Story. "So that must be the title." Ramza
ran his fingers over the words of the page. "Why is the ink so wet?" He thought
to himself. This was getting pretty freaky. The year it was made was 1660. But
the ink felt and smelled like…It was written three days ago. And St. Ajora
died, in 1667 because of black plauge.
"Ramza!"
yelled Agrias. Ramza slammed the book shut. "I figured I would find you here.
Come on! The enemy is going to attack, any minute now. So put the book down,
and let's GO! You're always late! At
this rate, you'll lose your job class as a squire! You're not even a KNIGHT
yet. So If you don't come, Gafgarion will have you fired, again" Said Agrias "sometimes,
Agrias, you can talk a bit too much.
