Ok. This is my first fanfic I actually put up on the internet. This isn't
my first that I wrote but.yeah. Well anyway. This story is based off of
Final Fantasy 9. The characters, the locations and the magic/ eidolons/
abilities are not mine, they are Squaresoft's. The only thing that is mine
is the main character. One more thing, since I created the main character,
I figured his appearance would alter the course of history. DO NOT WORRY.
THIS DOES NOT CHANGE THE PLOT OF THE STORY. So there are some things that
happened in this story that did not happen in the game or some things that
happened in this story are not supposed to happen in the game. Forgive me
if I'm being too confusing. Well anyway! Now that I have that down, R&R!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 1- Escape from Dark City, Treno.
The night air was unusually humid than usual. The sky was thick with clouds and shut out the tiny pinpoint of lights that were stars. Even the regular flow of nobles that walked amongst the streets of Treno was slower than usual. The air, the lack of people, the endless night; it was paradise for a thief.
The only sound that echoed through the streets was the clanking of metal against metal. Two large doors were flung open as I made my way through. There was a loud curse that followed me. I took my small precious time to slam the door closed, pressing my back against the wooden doors.
Once the doors closed, two bodies collided into the doors. I was thrown a bit forward due to the force put on the other end of the doors. It didn't take me long to regain my posture and hold the door closed again, my hand clenched on my treasure.
"Thief! Open the door!" The voice came from behind the door. I darted a look over my shoulder, as if I could see through the wooden planks and straight at the helms of the soldiers. They yelled at me again, ramming the door unsuccessfully.
I used this small time to catch my breath. How did they catch me? I was certain that no one saw me. There weren't even any guards placed on duty there! I took deep breaths, calming my racing heart. I nearly bit my tongue when the door was rammed again. They'll break through.I can't keep this up. Ok. Ok. I'll think of something. Oh man.I'm gonna die!
There was a scraping sound that reached my ears. A sharp metal blade sprung out from the door, inches from stabbing my head. I let out a gasp, jerking myself away from the sword. It was at least a foot deep into the door. I decided that now was a good time to run.
I darted from the door, sprinting away. Behind me, the door was flung open. Four soldiers took several steps out, scanning the area. One pointed in my direction and began running after me himself. Two others followed. The last, unfortunately spend several minutes prying his sword from the door.
The path was filled with puddles of water or something else. I didn't have time to figure it out. My mind was only filled with thoughts of survival. I turned into a corner, nearly slipping on a puddle of dark water.
The buildings that stood on either side of me were covered in water, wet from the water that was dispensed from the residents of the buildings. Treno was not a very clean place, especially not the streets. Many homeless took shelters in alleyways and in tiny living spaces that they created. Now, most had abandoned their homes in search for cooler places. It helped me, since I was in fear of getting robbed of what it took me so long to steal.
I continued down the alleyway, glancing behind me. Three soldiers skidded past the alleyway, some slipping and falling on their sides. Their actions caused me to smirk. The heavy armor that they wore slowed them down greatly, although their endurance and stamina had increased after wearing such heavy armor.
The area became a bit more populated. A few more nobles have invaded the path I took. It took extra effort and energy to just swerve around them. The soldiers, although, bumped into many of them, spitting out quick apologies and continuing their chase. Perhaps this would be my lucky day.
I darted a look behind me to check up on my followers. Already they were being scolded by a noble. Her dress was completely soaked after stumbling over. Such fabric could not be washed easily.
"Hey! Watch it!" I quickly faced back in front of me but only caught a glimpse of a young boy, not much older than myself, before colliding into him. Both of us fell to the floor in opposite directions. My treasure flew from my hand, clattering to the floor behind the boy. I groaned a bit, pushing myself back up.
The boy that sat in front of me sat up as well, his chin-length gold hair framing his face. His sky blue eyes struggled to remain in focus. My heart sank as I spotted his faded blue vest dripping in water. He wore a sleeveless white shirt underneath for comfort. A blue ribbon was tied around his neck, lying over a frilly looking cloth that was also a bit stained. A brown belt was crudely tied around his waist. Faded blue pants stretched over his legs, tucked into brown boots. His hands were gloved and a dagger was clasped on his belt. His only strange feature was a long brown tail that lay on the floor, drenched in puddle water. He didn't look like a noble.he seemed almost as poor as I was.
Shouts from the guards behind me snapped me back to reality.
"Soldiers! He's down!"
"Quick! Catch him before he obtains a hostage!"
I scrambled back to my feet, snatching the hilt of my treasure from the floor. The boy that I had knocked down grasped my ankle, nearly causing me to double over. I shot him an acidic glare.
"Did an apology ever cross your mind?!" the boy snapped, returning my glare. He rose back to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. His tail twitched in response, showing that it was completely real. A low growl escaped the boy's mouth.
I darted another look at the soldiers. They were gaining ground quickly. The boy shook my arm, seeing if I was paying any attention to him. By reflex, I tore my arm from his grasp and shoved him harshly. He stumbled backwards, losing his balance quickly. The guards gasped as the boy stumbled closer to them and ending with the boy knocking all of them over.
I spun around and continued my escape. The boy was yelling loud quick insults at me as I shoved a small bag into my pocket. I gave the boy a small salute from behind and turned another corner. The boy made some faint comment about his wallet but it was quickly washed away by the returning clanking that came from the soldiers.
By then I was quite far away. I could now pull my head together and figure a way out. The portion of Treno that I was in was meant to be a transaction square. Here, many businessmen, merchants, and travelers could come in and out of Treno. Most of the open market shops were open and set up here. A strong fragrance of fruit to perfume hung high in the air. It was almost hard to breathe in the area.
A large building stood at the end of the square. It stretched from one side to the other, nearly 30 feet in width and 10 feet in height. The back of the building was pressed against a mountain, or had cut into the hard rock wall. The entrance had no doors, only several wide arch that allowed many people to walk through freely. Several signs hung on the walls.
Travel station- Gargant carriers.
Lindblum - Delayed
Alexandria - Leaving at noon
Burmecia - Under Construction
Gargants are one of the main sources of traveling between the three great nations. Although most prefer to stay at home, the large ant- like creatures provide travel for merchants and such. They run on tracks that flow through the ground in tunnels. Gargants are creatures that despise water but are friendly all together. They are naturally shy and like to avoid fights, one of the many reasons why they were so easily tamed.
I glanced back the way I came. Two of the soldiers skidded to a stop, scanning the area before continuing. They were still unaware of my presence. Good. I turned back to the travel station. I had no choice; leaving Treno was my only option of escape. Leaving my only home was the only way I could not end up in jail.again.
"There he is men!" The soldiers shouted.
They had already spotted me. No looking back, have to leave now of be faced with punishment. I took a sharp breath in and dashed for the station, disappearing into the crowd. Counters stretched across the stone floor, men in red suits stood behind them.
I reached into my pocket as I drew near the first counter. The man gasped and ducked beneath the counter, shielding his head. I leapt over the counter, dropping the boy's wallet on the man's head. From there, I made my way toward the first gargant carrier.
The gargant was clinging on the track that hovered 12 feet above ground. It was hanging upside down, a carriage dangling from its back. The carriage itself was plainly decorated. Chains were clasped on the corners of the carriage and wrapped itself around the gargant, a frightening creature at first glance.
I leapt into the carriage once I came close to it. The entire carriage rocked side to side, banging harshly against the edge of the stone floor. The gargant made a loud noise that sounded like shattering glass that was muffled. I couldn't tell if I had hurt it or not.
In response, the gargant began to trudge down the path, gaining speed as it circled around the station and then began to leave Treno.
I glanced at the soldiers as they faded into the distance. They stood at the edge of the stone floor, glaring angrily at me. It even took me a while to notice I had taken the last gargant off. They wouldn't be able to follow me until the next gargant that runs on this track comes.
I felt a wave of relief hit me as the station left my sight and collapsed on the small couch. My breaths came out in ragged gasps for air. I hadn't realized how hard I was pushing myself. The steady mist that blanketed the floor was soothing. It was heaven in such humid weather. The gargant sounded slightly like a train that ran on its tracks.
Chung. Chung. Chung. Chung.
After resting for a bit, I looked over myself. Dirt caked my boots and gloves. My black vest was slightly wet; the silver lining was emphasized by the droplets. The black pants that covered my legs were also covered in the same liquid. I was pretty sure that it was only water.
Hopefully.
My short black hair was matted with sweat and hung over my sharp red eyes. My bare arms were still dry at least.
I glanced at the sword that was in my gloved hand and a smile spread across my face. 'My treasure...' The sheath was a dark black, decorated with gold phoenixes. The case was tipped with silver plates and a plain black strap hung loosely on it. The hilt of the sword was made of bamboo, coated with black paint. Worn, brown leather wrapped itself around the handle to provide grip. Red silk extended from the base of the handle; feathers were etched in the cloth.
I grasped the handle with my free hand, feeling the leather that covered the handle. Slowly, I pulled the blade a bit from the sheath. A bright silver blade drew from the case. Several runes were engraved on the base of the blade, extending probably all the way to the tip. Even the other side was identical.
'A precious treasure indeed.'
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Chapter 1- Escape from Dark City, Treno.
The night air was unusually humid than usual. The sky was thick with clouds and shut out the tiny pinpoint of lights that were stars. Even the regular flow of nobles that walked amongst the streets of Treno was slower than usual. The air, the lack of people, the endless night; it was paradise for a thief.
The only sound that echoed through the streets was the clanking of metal against metal. Two large doors were flung open as I made my way through. There was a loud curse that followed me. I took my small precious time to slam the door closed, pressing my back against the wooden doors.
Once the doors closed, two bodies collided into the doors. I was thrown a bit forward due to the force put on the other end of the doors. It didn't take me long to regain my posture and hold the door closed again, my hand clenched on my treasure.
"Thief! Open the door!" The voice came from behind the door. I darted a look over my shoulder, as if I could see through the wooden planks and straight at the helms of the soldiers. They yelled at me again, ramming the door unsuccessfully.
I used this small time to catch my breath. How did they catch me? I was certain that no one saw me. There weren't even any guards placed on duty there! I took deep breaths, calming my racing heart. I nearly bit my tongue when the door was rammed again. They'll break through.I can't keep this up. Ok. Ok. I'll think of something. Oh man.I'm gonna die!
There was a scraping sound that reached my ears. A sharp metal blade sprung out from the door, inches from stabbing my head. I let out a gasp, jerking myself away from the sword. It was at least a foot deep into the door. I decided that now was a good time to run.
I darted from the door, sprinting away. Behind me, the door was flung open. Four soldiers took several steps out, scanning the area. One pointed in my direction and began running after me himself. Two others followed. The last, unfortunately spend several minutes prying his sword from the door.
The path was filled with puddles of water or something else. I didn't have time to figure it out. My mind was only filled with thoughts of survival. I turned into a corner, nearly slipping on a puddle of dark water.
The buildings that stood on either side of me were covered in water, wet from the water that was dispensed from the residents of the buildings. Treno was not a very clean place, especially not the streets. Many homeless took shelters in alleyways and in tiny living spaces that they created. Now, most had abandoned their homes in search for cooler places. It helped me, since I was in fear of getting robbed of what it took me so long to steal.
I continued down the alleyway, glancing behind me. Three soldiers skidded past the alleyway, some slipping and falling on their sides. Their actions caused me to smirk. The heavy armor that they wore slowed them down greatly, although their endurance and stamina had increased after wearing such heavy armor.
The area became a bit more populated. A few more nobles have invaded the path I took. It took extra effort and energy to just swerve around them. The soldiers, although, bumped into many of them, spitting out quick apologies and continuing their chase. Perhaps this would be my lucky day.
I darted a look behind me to check up on my followers. Already they were being scolded by a noble. Her dress was completely soaked after stumbling over. Such fabric could not be washed easily.
"Hey! Watch it!" I quickly faced back in front of me but only caught a glimpse of a young boy, not much older than myself, before colliding into him. Both of us fell to the floor in opposite directions. My treasure flew from my hand, clattering to the floor behind the boy. I groaned a bit, pushing myself back up.
The boy that sat in front of me sat up as well, his chin-length gold hair framing his face. His sky blue eyes struggled to remain in focus. My heart sank as I spotted his faded blue vest dripping in water. He wore a sleeveless white shirt underneath for comfort. A blue ribbon was tied around his neck, lying over a frilly looking cloth that was also a bit stained. A brown belt was crudely tied around his waist. Faded blue pants stretched over his legs, tucked into brown boots. His hands were gloved and a dagger was clasped on his belt. His only strange feature was a long brown tail that lay on the floor, drenched in puddle water. He didn't look like a noble.he seemed almost as poor as I was.
Shouts from the guards behind me snapped me back to reality.
"Soldiers! He's down!"
"Quick! Catch him before he obtains a hostage!"
I scrambled back to my feet, snatching the hilt of my treasure from the floor. The boy that I had knocked down grasped my ankle, nearly causing me to double over. I shot him an acidic glare.
"Did an apology ever cross your mind?!" the boy snapped, returning my glare. He rose back to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. His tail twitched in response, showing that it was completely real. A low growl escaped the boy's mouth.
I darted another look at the soldiers. They were gaining ground quickly. The boy shook my arm, seeing if I was paying any attention to him. By reflex, I tore my arm from his grasp and shoved him harshly. He stumbled backwards, losing his balance quickly. The guards gasped as the boy stumbled closer to them and ending with the boy knocking all of them over.
I spun around and continued my escape. The boy was yelling loud quick insults at me as I shoved a small bag into my pocket. I gave the boy a small salute from behind and turned another corner. The boy made some faint comment about his wallet but it was quickly washed away by the returning clanking that came from the soldiers.
By then I was quite far away. I could now pull my head together and figure a way out. The portion of Treno that I was in was meant to be a transaction square. Here, many businessmen, merchants, and travelers could come in and out of Treno. Most of the open market shops were open and set up here. A strong fragrance of fruit to perfume hung high in the air. It was almost hard to breathe in the area.
A large building stood at the end of the square. It stretched from one side to the other, nearly 30 feet in width and 10 feet in height. The back of the building was pressed against a mountain, or had cut into the hard rock wall. The entrance had no doors, only several wide arch that allowed many people to walk through freely. Several signs hung on the walls.
Travel station- Gargant carriers.
Lindblum - Delayed
Alexandria - Leaving at noon
Burmecia - Under Construction
Gargants are one of the main sources of traveling between the three great nations. Although most prefer to stay at home, the large ant- like creatures provide travel for merchants and such. They run on tracks that flow through the ground in tunnels. Gargants are creatures that despise water but are friendly all together. They are naturally shy and like to avoid fights, one of the many reasons why they were so easily tamed.
I glanced back the way I came. Two of the soldiers skidded to a stop, scanning the area before continuing. They were still unaware of my presence. Good. I turned back to the travel station. I had no choice; leaving Treno was my only option of escape. Leaving my only home was the only way I could not end up in jail.again.
"There he is men!" The soldiers shouted.
They had already spotted me. No looking back, have to leave now of be faced with punishment. I took a sharp breath in and dashed for the station, disappearing into the crowd. Counters stretched across the stone floor, men in red suits stood behind them.
I reached into my pocket as I drew near the first counter. The man gasped and ducked beneath the counter, shielding his head. I leapt over the counter, dropping the boy's wallet on the man's head. From there, I made my way toward the first gargant carrier.
The gargant was clinging on the track that hovered 12 feet above ground. It was hanging upside down, a carriage dangling from its back. The carriage itself was plainly decorated. Chains were clasped on the corners of the carriage and wrapped itself around the gargant, a frightening creature at first glance.
I leapt into the carriage once I came close to it. The entire carriage rocked side to side, banging harshly against the edge of the stone floor. The gargant made a loud noise that sounded like shattering glass that was muffled. I couldn't tell if I had hurt it or not.
In response, the gargant began to trudge down the path, gaining speed as it circled around the station and then began to leave Treno.
I glanced at the soldiers as they faded into the distance. They stood at the edge of the stone floor, glaring angrily at me. It even took me a while to notice I had taken the last gargant off. They wouldn't be able to follow me until the next gargant that runs on this track comes.
I felt a wave of relief hit me as the station left my sight and collapsed on the small couch. My breaths came out in ragged gasps for air. I hadn't realized how hard I was pushing myself. The steady mist that blanketed the floor was soothing. It was heaven in such humid weather. The gargant sounded slightly like a train that ran on its tracks.
Chung. Chung. Chung. Chung.
After resting for a bit, I looked over myself. Dirt caked my boots and gloves. My black vest was slightly wet; the silver lining was emphasized by the droplets. The black pants that covered my legs were also covered in the same liquid. I was pretty sure that it was only water.
Hopefully.
My short black hair was matted with sweat and hung over my sharp red eyes. My bare arms were still dry at least.
I glanced at the sword that was in my gloved hand and a smile spread across my face. 'My treasure...' The sheath was a dark black, decorated with gold phoenixes. The case was tipped with silver plates and a plain black strap hung loosely on it. The hilt of the sword was made of bamboo, coated with black paint. Worn, brown leather wrapped itself around the handle to provide grip. Red silk extended from the base of the handle; feathers were etched in the cloth.
I grasped the handle with my free hand, feeling the leather that covered the handle. Slowly, I pulled the blade a bit from the sheath. A bright silver blade drew from the case. Several runes were engraved on the base of the blade, extending probably all the way to the tip. Even the other side was identical.
'A precious treasure indeed.'