Disclaimer- I don't own Squaresoft, Squareenix, or Final Fantasy. I do however own a copy of FFXI and am thus basing it on this. Please don't sue for I'm making nothing on this.
It was a long time since I'd been in my home town. I'd set off a few days past from my home town of Selbina and headed toward San d'Oria. Not on foot, for of course that would be suicide for a mere civilian at the time. The goblins roaming the Valkurm Dunes would kill you if you even made it past the checkmark where travelers would 'zone' to get bogies from chasing them. Some lifeless bodies would have friends be shouting for 'raises' although it was a rare occurrence if they ever got a raise. Most times they were brought back to their home point by their moogle and recovered there. Those moogles were faster than light I swear.
But back to my story at hand. I'd been traveling with some travelers from Windurst to San d'Oria. During the great war I'd been abandoned in Selbina to be raised. I didn't know my parents but remembered that my elders said they both wore red capes and fought to the bitter end. I knew they were red mages and were very strong for only high classed and experienced Red Mages could wear the red capes and armor that the elders claimed they wore. (I'll ignore the 'pimp hats' as my friends teased me about when I was thirteen.)
The small tarutarus were a lot stronger than they looked. I'd first snickered as some warrior class tarutarus but then they decapitated a goblin in one blow and I kept my mouth shut about that afterwards. This was of course one of only two war tarutarus there were some mithras in the group and they were mostly thieves and warriors while some white mages and monks were among them. I was intimidated by them they always seemed to have odd times to sort of caress me. It seemed they were either lonely with out the few male mithras they had back at Windurst or just liked messing with a young Elvaan's mind.
Oh, how silly of me not to mention this. My name is Timian, I am just a few days from turning 18 and originally hail from the great county of San d'Oria. As I mentioned earlier my parents were both red mages so I wish to also be a red mage. I was amazed by the tarutarus that were red mages in the caravan we traveled with. I'd bug them to death about their adventures and ask any tips so much that they threatened to cast quite a few spells on unmentionable areas…. So I kept quiet about that for a while.
After we made it through the Valkurm Dunes and into The La Theine Plateau. They figured I would be safe so long as I avoided every orc and ram I saw. I about screamed when they said they were leaving me here.
"Our contract said we'd take you to La Theine and not a step further." A particularly annoying tarutaru said. I yelled in agony. I was in the middle of a dangerous area to the best of my knowledge without any armor, weapon, or magic. I was defenseless.
"I didn't read that in the contract!" I shouted angrily.
"Next time read the fine print." The same tarutaru said and they gathered around their caravan and I heard someone casting a teleport holla spell. As they vanished I began to wonder why they'd bothered going to Selbina if they could do that in the first place. Maybe their white mage had just recovered enough mana or something. But regardless I was now alone. I think you know what happened. Seconds later I was running from an army of orcs through the La Theine Plateau for dear life. I'd obviously learned something from the tarutarus.
"If somethings too hard run as fast as your little legs can take to a checkpoint!" They had said without their usual Windustrian accent. These tarutaru didn't like elvaan evidently. I was running for dear life seeing various adventures stop and stare as I screamed for help they just turned back to the monster they were looking at and ignored me. I saw a few chocobos coming at me and I screamed for help but the chocobos just squawked and ran to the side to avoid the now stampede of orcs running after me. I was nearly to the checkpoint and I turned around to see only stones and stopped suddenly very tired. I looked around and saw a hume black mage finishing a stonega II spell. I kneeled respectively and repeated thank you thank you over and over.
"No problem. I'm just on my way back to Bastok. Some Bastok official wanted me to show him around the area. Good bye elvaan." The hume said not even asking for my name.
"Good bye hume." I waved and turned around to see a crowd off onlookers gaping. Then I looked back to see the carcasses of dozens of orcs having been stoned to death.
"Uh, well, er…." I said awkwardly. "Got to run." I said and ran through the checkpoint to West Ronfaure. I'd reached West Ronfaure only one step away from San d'Oria now. I'd hopped it'd be less eventful but it didn't bother me. I'd survived and probably made it here faster than that caravan did. I began my long run to San d'oria. It was now growing dark and I didn't want to be out when the undead came out. I'd hear rumer that bones of dead dark knights that had died versing rabbits magically rose and attacked any that passed by. Probably to hide the fact that they'd died to such defenseless creatures as rabbits. (I had a feeling I'd regret that thought)
I made it through West Ronfaure avoiding the stray goblins and orcs. I'd learned some stealth techniques like they were too stupid to turn around when you ran behind them. I made it one last hill as the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon in the distance. I saw with it's last gleam the gates to San d'Oria. I was worn out but I still was glad I'd finally made it. Little did I know how many weird and exhausting trials I'd go through before I even became a red mage.
A- Well that's it for now I'll get some more parts up as I get inspired. Please review. Thanks for reading.