Disclaimer: Wah, I don't own anything directly related to Square. Yeah,
everything in this story is theirs basically ( And I am in noy way
affiliated with Square. Yeah.
Author's Notes: Sorry about not updating forever. So many things are happening at my school, too much homework, too many exams, concerts, friends, blah. But it's Spring Break now! I'm sure I'll have more time to update. So yeah, this chapter has even more characters! Woo!
::Indicates character's thoughts::
Leo and Mike walked off into the woods to set up camp. The innkeeper refused to provide room and board to anyone associated with the thief. This wasn't a big deal for either of the two however. Leo was excited about finally being off on an adventure, and relieved that he had someone he could trust in the completely strange world. Mike was just glad to finally be free from the smelly Bangaa guards.
"So how do we start a clan exactly?" question Leo.
"Well, it won't be that simple," said Mike, as he led the way through the Materiwood, "As I said before, clan wars are getting extremely out of hand. People aren't as worried as breaking engagement laws, and with corrupt judges running about giving away law immunities, the government's power is becoming stagnant. As a result, Judgemaster Cid's heir has put a restriction on most pubs that give out clan licenses. Until they flush out all the corrupt judges, clans won't be able to take on assignments."
"Hm, well, that makes sense. But how are we going to start a clan?" asked Leo.
"Illegally of course," replied Mike with a grin.
"You've got to be kidding me," stated the mage. ::I guess I should've expected this from a thief::
"Well, how else are we going to help?" asked the thief.
"Help?"
"Yeah! Since clans can't take missions, not only does the government have to track down corrupted judges, but they've also got to keep Ivalice safe. It's got to be a tough job." Mike then found a perfect clearing in the forest. "Alright, we're gonna set up camp here if that's ok with you."
"No problem, it's getting dark though, so hand me your knife," said Leo. "I have to make a fire."
"A fire? But you're only a white mage I thought," said Mike, as he handed the knife to Leo. Leo angled the knife over a small dead bush, and with a small twirl of his middle and index finger, a light shot out from the sky, hit the shiny knife, and hit the dead bush, setting it on fire.
"Amazing!" said Mike, as he took the knife back from Leo and pocketed it.
"Nothing special. Just a little something I picked up when I was little," said Leo, grinning to himself. A few hours later, Leo and Mike were settled comfortably around the fire, snacking on apples they got from nearby trees. Then out of nowhere, an arrow went whizzing through the air, flying through the apple Mike was about to eat and knocking the apple out from his hand.
"Trespassers," a voice bellowed from the trees.
"Who's there?" asked Mike, jumping up and brandishing a knife from his belt. Leo calmly stood up and gripped his staff tightly, bracing himself for another encounter.
::I hope it's not another one of those Bangaa guards:: hoped Leo.
"You're trespassing on private property you know," the voice continued to say.
"How can we be trespassing? Nobody owns any part of the Materiwood!" argued Mike.
"Wait, Mike, shh..." whispered Leo. Leo stared out into the woods, and turned his head, following the noise of rustling branches in the trees. Leo turned his back to the rustling noise, and pointed his staff at the trees. "Slow." A powerful force blasted through the air, and knocked someone out from the trees.
"Ouch!" said a hunter, falling off his chocobo. "What was that for?!"
"Well, that was for knocking my meal out of my hand!" said Mike, in an enraged voice.
"We want to know how we are trespassing sir," said Leo in a polite voice. The hunter got up and dusted himself off. He was wearing brown pants and a long sleeved grey shirt with a brown leather vest. His boots were untied, and his brown hair was messy. His bracers helped to cover his calloused hands, and a quiver of arrows strapped to his side and a great bow decorated with red dragons on a black background held in his left hand.
"I use this place to help train my master's chocobo. He runs a pub, and his son is a master archer, so in payment for training his chocobos, I get archery lessons," replied the hunter.
"Well, it doesn't matter, this area still doesn't belong to you, so we're not trespassing in any way," replied Mike in a frustrated tone.
"Doesn't matter thief. But still, you shouldn't camp out here. There are Lamias out here that try to eat our chocobos. And by the looks of it, you wouldn't be able to handle a runt. Just follow me back to my master's ranch, and you can spend the night there. By the way, my name is Nick."
::Wait... Nick??:: thought Leo excitedly.
::Ugh, snobbish hunter, thinks he knows everything:: thought Mike with fury. With that, he raised his knife and threw it at Nick.
"Mike! No!!" cried Leo. But Nick instantly turned around, strung an arrow, and shot it at the knife mid-air, knocking it off course back at Mike, where the knife landed at his feet, the sharp point stabbing the dirt.
"If you still want a place to sleep, I suggest you not try to kill me thief," said Nick in a cool voice. And with that Nick walked off, with Leo following and Mike grudgingly dragging his feet along, mumbling to himself about a certain stupid hunter just being lucky.
Author's Notes: Sorry about not updating forever. So many things are happening at my school, too much homework, too many exams, concerts, friends, blah. But it's Spring Break now! I'm sure I'll have more time to update. So yeah, this chapter has even more characters! Woo!
::Indicates character's thoughts::
Leo and Mike walked off into the woods to set up camp. The innkeeper refused to provide room and board to anyone associated with the thief. This wasn't a big deal for either of the two however. Leo was excited about finally being off on an adventure, and relieved that he had someone he could trust in the completely strange world. Mike was just glad to finally be free from the smelly Bangaa guards.
"So how do we start a clan exactly?" question Leo.
"Well, it won't be that simple," said Mike, as he led the way through the Materiwood, "As I said before, clan wars are getting extremely out of hand. People aren't as worried as breaking engagement laws, and with corrupt judges running about giving away law immunities, the government's power is becoming stagnant. As a result, Judgemaster Cid's heir has put a restriction on most pubs that give out clan licenses. Until they flush out all the corrupt judges, clans won't be able to take on assignments."
"Hm, well, that makes sense. But how are we going to start a clan?" asked Leo.
"Illegally of course," replied Mike with a grin.
"You've got to be kidding me," stated the mage. ::I guess I should've expected this from a thief::
"Well, how else are we going to help?" asked the thief.
"Help?"
"Yeah! Since clans can't take missions, not only does the government have to track down corrupted judges, but they've also got to keep Ivalice safe. It's got to be a tough job." Mike then found a perfect clearing in the forest. "Alright, we're gonna set up camp here if that's ok with you."
"No problem, it's getting dark though, so hand me your knife," said Leo. "I have to make a fire."
"A fire? But you're only a white mage I thought," said Mike, as he handed the knife to Leo. Leo angled the knife over a small dead bush, and with a small twirl of his middle and index finger, a light shot out from the sky, hit the shiny knife, and hit the dead bush, setting it on fire.
"Amazing!" said Mike, as he took the knife back from Leo and pocketed it.
"Nothing special. Just a little something I picked up when I was little," said Leo, grinning to himself. A few hours later, Leo and Mike were settled comfortably around the fire, snacking on apples they got from nearby trees. Then out of nowhere, an arrow went whizzing through the air, flying through the apple Mike was about to eat and knocking the apple out from his hand.
"Trespassers," a voice bellowed from the trees.
"Who's there?" asked Mike, jumping up and brandishing a knife from his belt. Leo calmly stood up and gripped his staff tightly, bracing himself for another encounter.
::I hope it's not another one of those Bangaa guards:: hoped Leo.
"You're trespassing on private property you know," the voice continued to say.
"How can we be trespassing? Nobody owns any part of the Materiwood!" argued Mike.
"Wait, Mike, shh..." whispered Leo. Leo stared out into the woods, and turned his head, following the noise of rustling branches in the trees. Leo turned his back to the rustling noise, and pointed his staff at the trees. "Slow." A powerful force blasted through the air, and knocked someone out from the trees.
"Ouch!" said a hunter, falling off his chocobo. "What was that for?!"
"Well, that was for knocking my meal out of my hand!" said Mike, in an enraged voice.
"We want to know how we are trespassing sir," said Leo in a polite voice. The hunter got up and dusted himself off. He was wearing brown pants and a long sleeved grey shirt with a brown leather vest. His boots were untied, and his brown hair was messy. His bracers helped to cover his calloused hands, and a quiver of arrows strapped to his side and a great bow decorated with red dragons on a black background held in his left hand.
"I use this place to help train my master's chocobo. He runs a pub, and his son is a master archer, so in payment for training his chocobos, I get archery lessons," replied the hunter.
"Well, it doesn't matter, this area still doesn't belong to you, so we're not trespassing in any way," replied Mike in a frustrated tone.
"Doesn't matter thief. But still, you shouldn't camp out here. There are Lamias out here that try to eat our chocobos. And by the looks of it, you wouldn't be able to handle a runt. Just follow me back to my master's ranch, and you can spend the night there. By the way, my name is Nick."
::Wait... Nick??:: thought Leo excitedly.
::Ugh, snobbish hunter, thinks he knows everything:: thought Mike with fury. With that, he raised his knife and threw it at Nick.
"Mike! No!!" cried Leo. But Nick instantly turned around, strung an arrow, and shot it at the knife mid-air, knocking it off course back at Mike, where the knife landed at his feet, the sharp point stabbing the dirt.
"If you still want a place to sleep, I suggest you not try to kill me thief," said Nick in a cool voice. And with that Nick walked off, with Leo following and Mike grudgingly dragging his feet along, mumbling to himself about a certain stupid hunter just being lucky.
