It's here! It's here! The beginning of my first Final Fantasy story! Dance and Dance!
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FINAL FANTASY
THE LAST HERO
By Yoshiman
PROLOGUE
The hallway was massive. Even though it was built a hundred years ago, the white marble of the walls didn't show any age at all. The upkeep expenses for the palace were enormous, but pocket change compared to the venture that was about to start. . .
Rally Morior wandered down the hall, humming to himself a remarkably familiar tune, though he never could remember where he heard it or what it was written for. But he hummed it still, and he remembered the tune clearly as it was daytime.
Well. . . it wasn't daytime right then, but he could remember the music.
Thunder crashed. It was currently one of the worst storms that the kingdom of Salria had since the castle was built. The calm, magically lit hallways gave a nice contrast to the thunderstorm that you could see outside.
Rally glanced father down the hallway. The thing was so huge he had to squint in order to make out the throne room door at the other end, which was also made of white marble. It was a nasty inconvenience to have to walk down the entire hallway just to see the most important man in the world, but who was Rally to complain?
But eventually, he made it down the hallway, and loudly opened the throne room doors.
"Your Majesty." Rally said flatly, before raising the hand crossbow that was strapped to his arm right up to his eye level. Before the guards around the king could react, he fired.
A choking sound was heard. But from the curtain behind the throne. A guard rushed over to the back. "It's a spy, m'lord. He's dead."
"You should be more careful, your majesty." Rally said, "This mission is top secret, after all."
"Yes, yes. . ." The old king replied, "Guards, if you would. . ." The bodyguards helped the royal man off the throne and towards the back conference room. Rally followed them in. The door shut and locked behind them, and the guards stood patiently outside.
"Your majesty," Rally politely asked, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, everything has been safeguarded, except for one minor problem area. . ."
"Bahamut Valley?"
"I'm afraid so. The bandits still own the area. . . we might have to cancel the plan if we can't reclaim the territory. . ."
"Leave it to me, sire."
"Rally! If you die, this entire project could go under!"
"And if I don't die and fail, this project would go under anyway. Besides, I know just what to do."
". . . alright. My kingdom is in your hands."
"Thank you, your majesty. I shant be very long."
"Not very long? But Bahamut Valley is a fortnight away."
"On land."
The king blinked in surprise. What did Rally mean by that?
Rally, on the other hand, raised the communicator on his other arm to his mouth. "Cid, all's clear. See you on the roof in five."
"The roof?" The king was really wanting to know what was going on now.
"I might tell you later, sire. But now, I gotta fly." Rally ran out of the room in a breeze.
The king hobbled out of the room too. "What is he up to? Guard," He turned to one of his bodyguards, "Take me up the secret path to the roof. I need to know what's going on. . ." The guard complied by quickly walking to the back of the throne and flipping a hidden switch. A door opened up in the wall, and the soldier led the frail king up the stairway behind it.
The roof was not too far above them, and the two made it up easily. Rally was already there.
"Sire! What a pleasant surprise! You're just in time to see. . . ah, here he is now!"
A great burst of wind erupted from seemingly nowhere, causing the guard to hold on tighter to his frail master.
"He's here! See you, your majesty!"
Rising from the castle's side, a great flying ship emerged. It looked much as the ones that sailed the seas, but it flew.
"Amazing. . ." The king said, startled.
"It's the Age of Discovery, your highness! One must expect these feats from our craftsmen!" Rally yelled as he leaped onto the flying machine, "Don't worry, I'll clear off the bandits, and then we can get the Wind Crystal with no problem at all!"
The ship lunged away from the keep, and took off toward the desert. "The goddesses be with us all. . ." The king said, still amazed.
"Cid, my man!" Rally slapped his friend on the back a little too hard, "You have got to teach me how to fly this thing myself sometime!"
"I ain't got no time. I've started work on an automatic flying device."
"Woah! Like without controlling it?"
"Precisely." Cid scratched his beard which was becoming increasingly infested with lice.
Rally covered his fire blond hair, "Take a time-out for hygiene at least! No telling what sort of things are breeding under that cap of yours!"
"Oh, tis' nothin to worry about. They keep me company at night."
Rally backed immediately away. "Alright. . . I'll be in the. . . shower room. . ."
"Ain't no runnin water on this yet, that comes later."
"Since when has 'auto pilot' become a priority over 'clean'?!"
Cid snorted, "Ah, that was just the way it fell in the schedule. . ."
Rally stomped off, still headed for the shower room, of which he promptly slammed the door shut and looked in the mirror.
He was still in his early twenties, and yet still became King Bannon Salria's top agent with little training. He was an adept at fighting, carrying four swords and four daggers on him at all times, for varying reasons. Certain swords just wouldn't do at times. . . and his daggers were left in easily missed places on his person. His arms were absolutely covered with every kind of tool needed for most jobs, like breaking and entering, stealth assassination, quick escape and even for confusing his enemies.
Rally tapped on his timepiece. Five in the evening. That left time for him to have a quick dinner after defeating the bandits in Bahamut valley. Quickly adjusting his neck, Rally about faced and left the shower room, and approached the docking bay.
"Cid, prepare for descention into Bahamut Valley!"
"Aye, sir!" Cid pulled various levers and pressed multi-colored buttons on the large steel control panel, and yanking the cord next to the wheel, the ship slowly descended into the valley. "The ship can't squeeze down too far, so be prepared for a long fall!"
"I'm prepared for Ragnarok!"
"Well, that won't do you any good if you can't survive a fall! Bombs away!" He flipped a massive level while repeating to himself, "Hey. . . I ought to coin that phrase. . ."
Rally, meanwhile, was falling.
"YAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOO!!" After a minute of falling, he pulled the ripcord on his pack, and a great white parachute unfolded, lowering him safely the last 800 feet. He pulled another ripcord, and the parachute sprang up into his pack once more. "Gotta love technology." He whispered to himself, then made his way to finding the bandit's headquarters.
Tune in tomorrow for Chapter One! Until then, Ciao!
