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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 5
The Guardians and their Prince
Doron and Sage walked back to the group of chocobos and they were greeted by the three other members of the party. Sage got to have a good look at them this time. The first of the men was a Archer. He had unnatural looking indigo hair and was clad with armor. He caught a glance of Sage and put out one of his hands that led up to toned arms (most likely from handling a bow).
Sage looked into his blue eyes and he gave her a charming smile, "Greetings," he told her. "My name is Bartholomew. But my comrades call me Bart. Feel free to do so as well."
Sage just looked at him, not hearing much of what he said. She just kept her hand clutched onto his hand and stared.
"May I have my hand back?" Bart asked her, looking a bit dumbfounded.
"Oh my!" She replied, taking her hand back. "I am truly sorry!"
"Humph," Bart replied not really worrying about it and mounted his chocobo.
The second man the introduced himself was definately a monk. He was wearing the traditional headband of a monk, but instead of the vest, he wore a velvet cloak and what appeared to be leather armor underneath. Very untraditional... He looked like he was in his early twenties, and his skin was very pale.
"I am Alexander the fourth," he told her, bowing in the process. "I undertsand that you will be our healer?"
"Yes," she she told him. "I will be your Chemist."
"Be ready," he told her. "No telling when we will run into a group of monsters."
He dismissed himself and walked over to Doran to converse.
Sage now turned to see a Knight in heavy armor and a white cape walk up to her.
"I am Peter, the Prince's guardian," he told her.
"Prince?" Sage asked.
"Yes... the Prince of Igros. Didn't he tell you?" Peter asked, looking her over.
"Nu... nuh.... no!" She yelled. "I had no idea he was royalty!"
"I see you found out," Doran said behind her. "I was going to tell you eventualy."
"I don't know if I can...," she started, but the bowed her head in repsect to the Prince.
"Please... don't feel like you have to be something your not around me," he told her. "I am everyone's equal here."
"Equal?" Sage repeated. "You are nowhere equal. You are a prince!"
"I am running away from home," he told her with a smile.
"What!?" She spoke up. "We could all be charged with kidnap and be executed!"
"They wont be charged if we're caught," he told her, walking forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. "And if for some reason we do get caught they wont lay a finger on you."
"Who are they then?" Sage asked, glancing at the three other memebers of the team.
"Bart is my friend from the castle, ever since I was a little boy," he told her. "Alexander is my guardian. He has protected me ever since my last one died in battle. Peter is another one of my friends that I have gained recently."
"What are you running away to?" Sage asked. "Wouldn't it be more combfotable here?"
"Nay," he told her. "I am going to find my cousin, Margaret. She had run away from the castle sixteen years ago. I want to know if she has died or not. She was my early childhood friend."
"Why have you waited so long?" Sage asked.
"Because I finally gave up on waiting," he told her. "I had only my father and Margaret as family back then... and now I have only a father who doesn't have time for his own son. I think it's time I did something about it... We will be leaving now."
"Where will we be going?" Sage asked.
"Fovoham Plains," Doran told her, and then Sage mounted and rode a chocobo for the first time. And she wished it would be her last...
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 5
The Guardians and their Prince
Doron and Sage walked back to the group of chocobos and they were greeted by the three other members of the party. Sage got to have a good look at them this time. The first of the men was a Archer. He had unnatural looking indigo hair and was clad with armor. He caught a glance of Sage and put out one of his hands that led up to toned arms (most likely from handling a bow).
Sage looked into his blue eyes and he gave her a charming smile, "Greetings," he told her. "My name is Bartholomew. But my comrades call me Bart. Feel free to do so as well."
Sage just looked at him, not hearing much of what he said. She just kept her hand clutched onto his hand and stared.
"May I have my hand back?" Bart asked her, looking a bit dumbfounded.
"Oh my!" She replied, taking her hand back. "I am truly sorry!"
"Humph," Bart replied not really worrying about it and mounted his chocobo.
The second man the introduced himself was definately a monk. He was wearing the traditional headband of a monk, but instead of the vest, he wore a velvet cloak and what appeared to be leather armor underneath. Very untraditional... He looked like he was in his early twenties, and his skin was very pale.
"I am Alexander the fourth," he told her, bowing in the process. "I undertsand that you will be our healer?"
"Yes," she she told him. "I will be your Chemist."
"Be ready," he told her. "No telling when we will run into a group of monsters."
He dismissed himself and walked over to Doran to converse.
Sage now turned to see a Knight in heavy armor and a white cape walk up to her.
"I am Peter, the Prince's guardian," he told her.
"Prince?" Sage asked.
"Yes... the Prince of Igros. Didn't he tell you?" Peter asked, looking her over.
"Nu... nuh.... no!" She yelled. "I had no idea he was royalty!"
"I see you found out," Doran said behind her. "I was going to tell you eventualy."
"I don't know if I can...," she started, but the bowed her head in repsect to the Prince.
"Please... don't feel like you have to be something your not around me," he told her. "I am everyone's equal here."
"Equal?" Sage repeated. "You are nowhere equal. You are a prince!"
"I am running away from home," he told her with a smile.
"What!?" She spoke up. "We could all be charged with kidnap and be executed!"
"They wont be charged if we're caught," he told her, walking forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. "And if for some reason we do get caught they wont lay a finger on you."
"Who are they then?" Sage asked, glancing at the three other memebers of the team.
"Bart is my friend from the castle, ever since I was a little boy," he told her. "Alexander is my guardian. He has protected me ever since my last one died in battle. Peter is another one of my friends that I have gained recently."
"What are you running away to?" Sage asked. "Wouldn't it be more combfotable here?"
"Nay," he told her. "I am going to find my cousin, Margaret. She had run away from the castle sixteen years ago. I want to know if she has died or not. She was my early childhood friend."
"Why have you waited so long?" Sage asked.
"Because I finally gave up on waiting," he told her. "I had only my father and Margaret as family back then... and now I have only a father who doesn't have time for his own son. I think it's time I did something about it... We will be leaving now."
"Where will we be going?" Sage asked.
"Fovoham Plains," Doran told her, and then Sage mounted and rode a chocobo for the first time. And she wished it would be her last...
