Final Fantasy does not belong to me but most of the characters do. Anything
that you recognize from the game is apparently not mine but the story line
for this story is mine.
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Hello my friends. It's another story. because I'm stuck on the other. I wrote this at school. It's the first chapter (well duh). But anywho, I know I haven't been writing all too much, but it seems as though no people usually read this. Not that it matters 'cause I'm doing this for fun and for my creative writing class. And I also continue because Katherine urges me. *sigh* Humm. I'll go around and read other people's better than my stuff (really ^_^;; )and comment. Maybe I'll get more comments that way. I'm also working toward writing a lot better. Well, as I'm off to type what I scribbled down. ^_^; Sorry for the delay of all writing from me.
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The Legend of the Crystal Shards
Chapter 2: The Thefty Hands of Fate
The sun lazily rose over the east horizon casting a yellow aura onto the green forest. Through the trees a whispering wind grazed through their branches. The sun's rays danced on a large nearby river, which reflected watery patterns on the wall of a medieval looking castle. A few centuries stood at the gate watching over the river for signs of movement, every other minute saying something to each other.
Past the castle gates seemed peaceful, as merchants set up their shops waiting for bargaining to begin. A few of them looked around at others items and found useful items for themselves. Some looked like regular people or elves but most of them looked like giant animals. Some with the faces of giant rats or faces like that of hippos. Overall, the merchants were waiting for the people to wake up and come inside the castle gates.
And the sun rose higher people came out of their homes that lay around the castle walls. The large city of New Mideel slowly awoke, as the sun got higher in the sky. In the distance coming from the east a large shape formed. Most likely an airship, which would land and dock at the docks in front of the gates surrounding the city.
A loud screeching sound echoed through the city. A few shouts from guards came from the castle walls followed by the sound of falling iron on a stone floor. Merchants looked up as people came to their tents.
In the castle, guards yelled to each other and hastily grabbed their weapons. Someone had broken into the castle's sealed chamber and stole the crystal shard that was kept there under careful observation. Suits of armor clattered in the halls as they lunged for a small figure that dashed pass all of them.
A little boy of about eight years of age ran with the crystal in hand, held close to his chest. He looked like a red streak because of his bright red hair. He wore two shirts one of which opened up as an open vest.
He turned a corner and stopped a moment behind a finely embroidered tapestry that was anchored onto the wall. A few guards clanked by not seeing the tips of the child's boots sticking out from under the ornament. The boy caught his breath and stealth-fully jogged to a nearby room with a royal crest painted on the door.
The door squeaked as it opened and a nearby guard that had stopped to rest after running by heard the high-pitched noise. Yelled to alert the others, he ran at the door as it was being closed. Unfortunately, the door clicked into place and the guard slammed face first into the door.
The guard stood up and wobbled a tad. He chuckled and wiped his face as a trickle of blood ran down onto his lip. He turned about face and motioned to the other guards. The others ran down the hall to where he was. He pointed to the door and started to walk off pulling a bottle of jinn out of his armor and snickering.
The red haired boy used a dresser and a chair to seal the door behind him. He leaned up against the dresser and looked around. There was a large bed with posts that barely touched the ceiling. A fine silk fabric of an orange- red hue hung off the bedposts and crumpled on the floor. There were old paintings in wooden frames strewn around on the walls showing realistic versions of wars past and of beautiful places told in myths that had never been seen before. The silk curtains that hung on the windows were slightly open letting in the morning sun.
"So. you have come here to hide?" said a voice from under the covers of the bed.
The little boy started and put his hand to his chest. The covers stirred and a figure sat up in the bed and leaned against the large pillow at the head of the bed. The boy relaxed and walked closer to the bed, to take a seat on a plushy red chair. He looked at the man that had come into his view. He seemed about the age of twenty-five with dark red hair. On the sides of his hair behind his long elfish ears was white streaked hair that stuck out like winged feathers. On his face were six black lines; three on each side at an angle that made then look like whiskers. They looked like the lines that the younger boy had on his face as well.
The little boy spoke, "Big brother. . big brother Ferrish. I've gotten it."
The man named Ferrish looked at the boy. For a few minuteshe stared at both the boy and the crystal. It shone in the morning light that came in through the window. It's golden reflection cast it's light on the darkened corners of the room in which it's host loved to angst.
"Get your breath," he said in a whisper and pointed to the window, "They are coming."
As Ferrish said this, the door was slammed open by half a dozen guards. Ferrish slid back under the covers unnoticed and the little boy jumped to his feet. The guards ran in and the boy dashed at the window. He took a running jump and hurtled himself out the window holding the large shard of crystal tight at his chest. Two of the guards skidded to a stop as they reached the window and peered out as the young boy fell through the branches of a tree and landed on his side. Quickly he got up and dashed into a nearby shrub.
The other guards gathered around the bed inquiring whether the to be king was all right.
"Your highness, are you all right?" asked one of the guards on his right.
Ferrish poked his head out from under the covers and yawned. "What is the meaning of this?"
The guards looked at him confusedly. "What do you mean my king?" said another guard at his feet.
Ferrish cringed. "I mean what are you doing in my room? You wake me from my angst and thought to ask me such a trivial question? Can I not think of our eminent fate and my life long sorrow in peace?"
Again the guards looked confused. One of the other guards on his left cleared his throat. "You see your highness, a thief broke into the royal chamber and stole the Crystal of Light!"
Ferrish yawned again and angrily glared at the guards, "That still gives you no right to disturb me!"
"But your highness, the thief came into your room for refuge. we feared he came to kill you."
"Do NOT call me your highness and I do not see any other being in this room other than your comrades and ourselves. Plus, if the thief did steal the Crystal of Light why would he come to kill me and WHY aren't you doing anything about it instead of holding a conversation with me?"
The guards looked at each other and sighed. It was true that there was no one else in the room. It was also true that they should be catching the thief. but making sure that royalty was safe was also a top priority.
"But you are the king." meekly said the other guard on the right.
Ferrish jumped out of bed and grabbed the guard by the throat. His long nightshirt wrapped around one of his legs as he pulled the guard close.
With his nose not even two inches from the guard's face he spoke very clearly. "I am NOT to be addressed as king! I do not want to take over the accursed title or take on the responsibilities of that horrible job. I'd give that blood shedding, person slaughtering, money stealing, land taking job to one of you if I had the proper right to. Now LEAVE!"
He let the guard go and the man stumbled backwards, tripping on his iron boot in the process. Another guard caught him as Ferrish yelled again at them to get out of his room. The guard rubbed his throat and coughed a few times as if he was trying to get his windpipe working again. We wheezed to the other guards to get out of the room and to try to find the thief who took the sacred crystal. The guards ran out and the door shut sharply behind them.
After the guards left, Ferrish straightened out his nightshirt and walked over to the door. He slid the dresser back to it's place in the corner of the room and put the chair back near the dresser.
When the furniture was in their places, he walked over to the window and leaned on the sill. Ferrish squinted into the distance and sighed, "I hope he's alright."
***
The airship that was coming into the docking in the river at sunrise had veered off course and was heading toward the vast forest that lay next to New Mideel. Incomprehensible yelling was heard and then the airship drastically lost altitude.
As it dropped lower and almost into the forest, a few things could be heard.
"A forest landing?!?" yelled someone.
"Yep!" yelled back another.
"You're crazy!!" The first yelled back.
Then gravity took over and the airship plummeted hull first into the forest with a loud rumbling crash. After a few trees falling around and dark gray smoke billowing into the air, a large crack was heard and a loud yelp was heard through the woods.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"
***
At the same time as the ship crashed into the forest, the little boy with red hair ran into the leafy refuge, crystal in hand, followed by no one.
***
*A.N.*
Well, that's the best that I could do. I'm still working on trying to make my stuff longer. but then I start to ramble. ^_^;; Fancy that. *cough* Well, I was typing this and my brother stuck in Wayne's World so I took a short (hour and a half) break and watched it. I forgot what it was like to live in the nineties. Geez. I feel strange about that. O_o;; Well anywho, I added stuff to this that I didn't have written and it was a tad longer on paper (well a lot longer if I hadn't added). It was about six pages. and this is five. I'm really trying to work on length. but also on how I write at the same time. I WILL PREVAIL! (aka I'll work harder). Alrighty then, I'll talk sometime soon. I have then next chapter started anyway. I did that before this. Go figure. I'll leave you at that before this note becomes a novel. -Sond =^_^=V
***
Hello my friends. It's another story. because I'm stuck on the other. I wrote this at school. It's the first chapter (well duh). But anywho, I know I haven't been writing all too much, but it seems as though no people usually read this. Not that it matters 'cause I'm doing this for fun and for my creative writing class. And I also continue because Katherine urges me. *sigh* Humm. I'll go around and read other people's better than my stuff (really ^_^;; )and comment. Maybe I'll get more comments that way. I'm also working toward writing a lot better. Well, as I'm off to type what I scribbled down. ^_^; Sorry for the delay of all writing from me.
***
The Legend of the Crystal Shards
Chapter 2: The Thefty Hands of Fate
The sun lazily rose over the east horizon casting a yellow aura onto the green forest. Through the trees a whispering wind grazed through their branches. The sun's rays danced on a large nearby river, which reflected watery patterns on the wall of a medieval looking castle. A few centuries stood at the gate watching over the river for signs of movement, every other minute saying something to each other.
Past the castle gates seemed peaceful, as merchants set up their shops waiting for bargaining to begin. A few of them looked around at others items and found useful items for themselves. Some looked like regular people or elves but most of them looked like giant animals. Some with the faces of giant rats or faces like that of hippos. Overall, the merchants were waiting for the people to wake up and come inside the castle gates.
And the sun rose higher people came out of their homes that lay around the castle walls. The large city of New Mideel slowly awoke, as the sun got higher in the sky. In the distance coming from the east a large shape formed. Most likely an airship, which would land and dock at the docks in front of the gates surrounding the city.
A loud screeching sound echoed through the city. A few shouts from guards came from the castle walls followed by the sound of falling iron on a stone floor. Merchants looked up as people came to their tents.
In the castle, guards yelled to each other and hastily grabbed their weapons. Someone had broken into the castle's sealed chamber and stole the crystal shard that was kept there under careful observation. Suits of armor clattered in the halls as they lunged for a small figure that dashed pass all of them.
A little boy of about eight years of age ran with the crystal in hand, held close to his chest. He looked like a red streak because of his bright red hair. He wore two shirts one of which opened up as an open vest.
He turned a corner and stopped a moment behind a finely embroidered tapestry that was anchored onto the wall. A few guards clanked by not seeing the tips of the child's boots sticking out from under the ornament. The boy caught his breath and stealth-fully jogged to a nearby room with a royal crest painted on the door.
The door squeaked as it opened and a nearby guard that had stopped to rest after running by heard the high-pitched noise. Yelled to alert the others, he ran at the door as it was being closed. Unfortunately, the door clicked into place and the guard slammed face first into the door.
The guard stood up and wobbled a tad. He chuckled and wiped his face as a trickle of blood ran down onto his lip. He turned about face and motioned to the other guards. The others ran down the hall to where he was. He pointed to the door and started to walk off pulling a bottle of jinn out of his armor and snickering.
The red haired boy used a dresser and a chair to seal the door behind him. He leaned up against the dresser and looked around. There was a large bed with posts that barely touched the ceiling. A fine silk fabric of an orange- red hue hung off the bedposts and crumpled on the floor. There were old paintings in wooden frames strewn around on the walls showing realistic versions of wars past and of beautiful places told in myths that had never been seen before. The silk curtains that hung on the windows were slightly open letting in the morning sun.
"So. you have come here to hide?" said a voice from under the covers of the bed.
The little boy started and put his hand to his chest. The covers stirred and a figure sat up in the bed and leaned against the large pillow at the head of the bed. The boy relaxed and walked closer to the bed, to take a seat on a plushy red chair. He looked at the man that had come into his view. He seemed about the age of twenty-five with dark red hair. On the sides of his hair behind his long elfish ears was white streaked hair that stuck out like winged feathers. On his face were six black lines; three on each side at an angle that made then look like whiskers. They looked like the lines that the younger boy had on his face as well.
The little boy spoke, "Big brother. . big brother Ferrish. I've gotten it."
The man named Ferrish looked at the boy. For a few minuteshe stared at both the boy and the crystal. It shone in the morning light that came in through the window. It's golden reflection cast it's light on the darkened corners of the room in which it's host loved to angst.
"Get your breath," he said in a whisper and pointed to the window, "They are coming."
As Ferrish said this, the door was slammed open by half a dozen guards. Ferrish slid back under the covers unnoticed and the little boy jumped to his feet. The guards ran in and the boy dashed at the window. He took a running jump and hurtled himself out the window holding the large shard of crystal tight at his chest. Two of the guards skidded to a stop as they reached the window and peered out as the young boy fell through the branches of a tree and landed on his side. Quickly he got up and dashed into a nearby shrub.
The other guards gathered around the bed inquiring whether the to be king was all right.
"Your highness, are you all right?" asked one of the guards on his right.
Ferrish poked his head out from under the covers and yawned. "What is the meaning of this?"
The guards looked at him confusedly. "What do you mean my king?" said another guard at his feet.
Ferrish cringed. "I mean what are you doing in my room? You wake me from my angst and thought to ask me such a trivial question? Can I not think of our eminent fate and my life long sorrow in peace?"
Again the guards looked confused. One of the other guards on his left cleared his throat. "You see your highness, a thief broke into the royal chamber and stole the Crystal of Light!"
Ferrish yawned again and angrily glared at the guards, "That still gives you no right to disturb me!"
"But your highness, the thief came into your room for refuge. we feared he came to kill you."
"Do NOT call me your highness and I do not see any other being in this room other than your comrades and ourselves. Plus, if the thief did steal the Crystal of Light why would he come to kill me and WHY aren't you doing anything about it instead of holding a conversation with me?"
The guards looked at each other and sighed. It was true that there was no one else in the room. It was also true that they should be catching the thief. but making sure that royalty was safe was also a top priority.
"But you are the king." meekly said the other guard on the right.
Ferrish jumped out of bed and grabbed the guard by the throat. His long nightshirt wrapped around one of his legs as he pulled the guard close.
With his nose not even two inches from the guard's face he spoke very clearly. "I am NOT to be addressed as king! I do not want to take over the accursed title or take on the responsibilities of that horrible job. I'd give that blood shedding, person slaughtering, money stealing, land taking job to one of you if I had the proper right to. Now LEAVE!"
He let the guard go and the man stumbled backwards, tripping on his iron boot in the process. Another guard caught him as Ferrish yelled again at them to get out of his room. The guard rubbed his throat and coughed a few times as if he was trying to get his windpipe working again. We wheezed to the other guards to get out of the room and to try to find the thief who took the sacred crystal. The guards ran out and the door shut sharply behind them.
After the guards left, Ferrish straightened out his nightshirt and walked over to the door. He slid the dresser back to it's place in the corner of the room and put the chair back near the dresser.
When the furniture was in their places, he walked over to the window and leaned on the sill. Ferrish squinted into the distance and sighed, "I hope he's alright."
***
The airship that was coming into the docking in the river at sunrise had veered off course and was heading toward the vast forest that lay next to New Mideel. Incomprehensible yelling was heard and then the airship drastically lost altitude.
As it dropped lower and almost into the forest, a few things could be heard.
"A forest landing?!?" yelled someone.
"Yep!" yelled back another.
"You're crazy!!" The first yelled back.
Then gravity took over and the airship plummeted hull first into the forest with a loud rumbling crash. After a few trees falling around and dark gray smoke billowing into the air, a large crack was heard and a loud yelp was heard through the woods.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"
***
At the same time as the ship crashed into the forest, the little boy with red hair ran into the leafy refuge, crystal in hand, followed by no one.
***
*A.N.*
Well, that's the best that I could do. I'm still working on trying to make my stuff longer. but then I start to ramble. ^_^;; Fancy that. *cough* Well, I was typing this and my brother stuck in Wayne's World so I took a short (hour and a half) break and watched it. I forgot what it was like to live in the nineties. Geez. I feel strange about that. O_o;; Well anywho, I added stuff to this that I didn't have written and it was a tad longer on paper (well a lot longer if I hadn't added). It was about six pages. and this is five. I'm really trying to work on length. but also on how I write at the same time. I WILL PREVAIL! (aka I'll work harder). Alrighty then, I'll talk sometime soon. I have then next chapter started anyway. I did that before this. Go figure. I'll leave you at that before this note becomes a novel. -Sond =^_^=V