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Mage of Sorrow

Type: Final Fantasy Tactics

Author: Flame

Archive: Just ask and You'll get a yes!

Copyright: I own all characters that weren't originaly mentioned in the Final Fantasy Tactics Game.

Summary: In the Final Fantasy Tactics world, Sage's noble family was murdered during a raid, and now she has to find away to survive and get revenge. But there is more to the story...
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Chapter 3
Igros and Work

Sage looked through the iron bars of the gate that lead into Igros. I Knight on guard saw her and immediatly walked towards her.

"What business do you have in Igros?" He asked her, eyeing her dirty and torn night gown.

"I'm... I'm here to train at the Soldier Office," Sage replied, her eyes widening with worry.

"Open the gate!" The Knight yelled, and the gate rose and gave entrance to the city.

"Go strait for the castle. There will be a a door to the far right of the castle entrance and that is the Soldier Office. I trust you wont try anything funny?" The Knight asked, and Sage nodded her head in understandment.

She walked through the gate and it was lowered again. The city of Igros wasn't as busy as Gariland was. Only a few people walked in the streets, instead of hundreds. But she kept to herself and walked strait forward until she saw the castle. She saw the entrance and looked to the far right and saw the door the Knight informed her about.

She walked quickly to it and reached quickly for the handle of the door. But instead of yanking it open like most thgought she would because of her quick pase, she slwoly opened it. Inside was a young man that was busy reading a stack of papers. Squires, mostly male, were sitting against the walls and crates in the large room, sleeping or finding somehting amusing to do. All the Squires had to do was sit around until someone came and wanted to hire them.

Sage walked up to the young man's desk and patiently waited for him to look up. After about three minutes passed he looked up and saw Sage.

"Can I help you?" He said, taking off his glasses and setting them on the side of his desk.

"I would like to sign up," Sage said, wondering if she picked the right words.

"Sign up?" The young man said, perplexed.

"To be trained and hired," Sage replied.

"Oh!" The young man said. "You want to become a Squire for hire!"

"Aren't they the same thing?" Sage asked.

"Oh...," the young man said. "Maybe... I'm new here, ya' know. I'm not familiar with all the 'terms' of this trade. But just sign this paper and give us the asked information and we'll see if the Royal armory has Squire armor in your size."

The young man handed Sage a piece of paper and left. Sage looked at the piece of paper and read some of the questions. They were asking for her basic stats, like age, hair color, hieght, weight, which Sage thought was quiter easy to answer. She took a quill from the desk and filled out the form in time to see the young man walk in with a pile of clothes and armor in his arms.

"These looked like they would fit you," he said dropping them into Sage's arms. "There's a place to change in that room over there."

He pointed to a wooden door to the right of his desk, and Sage immediatly walked to it and shut the door behind her. She changed into the loose fitting clothes and armor guards that went on her arms and legs, and then walked outside for the man to see.

"They look great!" He said, with little enthusiasm. "Now... I guess the only thing you can do is sit around until customers come. Then I suggest you try and show off yourself."

"Okay...," Sage said, and spotted an unoccupied corner and quickly walked to it and settled herself down. Sage sat there for at least an hour until the first customer walked in. It was a male Archer. He ended up picking a young boy, about 13.

The same thing happened over and over, people coming in and choosing someone else, and soon it was only Sage and a a couple of men. Sage was considering just getting up and wlaking out... maybe she could survive on her own.

But before she could attempt it, a hooded figure walked in. It quickly walked ot the desk and whispered something to the young man, handing him a bag of gold.

Then young man looked a bit suprised, but quickly rose and looked around the room. His eyes caught Sage and he hurried over to her and bent down near her face.

"The man over there needs a magic user," he said quietly. "If you think your up for learning magic, then I'll show him you."

Sage though it over and nodded. The young man immediatly informed the hooded man and Sage signed a contract of work. But if only she knew the secrets that would be revealed, and the danger of knowing the truth.