Rebound

Gryphon Lancer: yep, it's me again! Thus meaning the next chapter is up, and the next one after that is in the works. And I know I couldn't use proper grammar to save my life, but I don't mind, I just blame my English teacher :) So R+R till your hearts content!

And yet again, square owns tactics, I don't…but I own ME!!!SO HAH!

Chapter 1

It was a bright day in Dortar Trade City as merchants were selling their treasures, greedy people buying expensive jewelry, and of all the places in the world to be, I was dazed out in an alley! I could tell I wasn't anywhere I knew directly, nor was I in a comfortable state. All I knew was that my head hurt like hell, I had something heavy on my body, and something was jabbing at my shoulder with considerable force.

"Who ever is poking me, could you please stop?" I mumbled as I tried lifting myself to a sitting position. No good, as I said before something was holding me down, but only now did I see it was dark red armor.

"Wark!" the thing squawked as it backed up a step "Wark wark wark!!!"

I finally managed to sit up after a grueling 10 minutes of trying to grab hold of something. Stupid chocobo, couldn't even help a hand to a damsel in distress! As my eye's got accustomed to the light I began to notice that I wasn't just wearing dark red armor, I was wearing lancer armor!

"HOLY SHIT! IM A LANCER" I managed to squeal, while muffling my voice under one of my bracers. The chocobo gave me an odd look and nudged me again, which actually helped me to stand up, so while I was standing, I twisted about, trying to get a better look at myself. Dark red armor…Dragon Whisker strapped to my back…and instead of a dress (as female lancers are supposed to have) I had nicely fitting pants!!! After laughing like a maniac and getting some deranged looks from some people I turned around to face the chocobo.

It was a black chocobo with yellow eye's that seemed to have a spark of intelligence to them. I had to crane my neck to look at them though, because he looked to be over six foot seven, automatically making me feel ever so short. I gave him an appraising look before speaking to him again.

"So…what's your name?"

"Wark"

"…alright…uh…do you belong to anyone?" I'm beginning to think this isn't such a great idea…

"Wark!" he started nudging my shoulder again. If I didn't have armor on I swear he would've ripped it right off!

"Ack! Ok ok, settle down! I'm guessing you're the chocobo Animus sent me?" He nodded slowly, "well then, you need a name…how about…Ceyru? [A/N : pronounced Key-Ru]

"Wark Wark!" he chirruped happily, I noticed that his insistent nudging was actually him trying to nuzzle my shoulder, so I patted his beak, made sure I had a good hold on his reigns, and began to wander the streets of Dortar with my new friend.