Introduction:
Hiya everyone! Its my first time publishing a story so please read and review if you liked or were a fan of FFT!
Prologue 1:"Have a seat adventurer, I do enjoy company. A story you are asking for? Yes, yes, I have the one you seek. The story I retell now is one fraught with the weight of ages and was in a time before saint Ajora and his disciples. A great story it is, about the forming of the country of Ivalice. Many a person could lose his head for telling this story and I am unwilling to take the risk for… 100 Gil? No, it is against the law sir lancer, perhaps another time. Perhaps you could find another storyteller whom… Ah, I see you are willing to pay more yes. A good bargain you have struck sir lancer, as no other storyteller from is this city knows it as well as I sir lancer. From the very beginning shall we sir? My name? Hmmm… Is has been a long time since I have had need of one. You may call me… a weaver of tales, sir lancer."
Chapter 1:The sky was bloodshot red. However, it was the battle up there that Lancer Captain Murak was interested in. "Garmas, take your regiment and bring death to our enemies to the southern tip of the sky. Quickly, it looks like they are about to charge Kira's legion." "Yes sir." Garmas quickly saluted the captain and made a sharp 180-degree turn.
In the clouds above, Kira's dragon bondling, Rachevar, dived and glided through the clouds. Watch Out! Kira ducked and an arrow flew over her head, knocking her dragon helm clear off. Kira watched as the ornate helm fell through the cloud and away from sight as the cloud swallowed it from view.
"Thanks Rachie." Must you insist on using that pet name, we are no longer youths and must… The dragon stopped halfway through as it barrel rolled through an incoming volley of magical flares, coming from the demons on the ground. With a purplish flash, one clipped the young dragon's wings and he loss. "Rachie!"
Rachevar quickly regained control and flew higher into the sky, seeking refuge in a dust red cloud. "Are you okay?" Kira's voice was fraught with tension and fear. I am fine Kira, I am no longer a hatchling and can sustain such magics, do not worry about me Kira smiled. "Sometimes Rachevar, you dragons can be so full of yourselves…" The dragon snorted and Kira laughed, something unheard for a long time in those war-torn lands. The mirth was short-lived as Kira felt a tension build inside Rachevar's neck.
Kira, I sense another one, another…
Suddenly, a chaos dragon burst through the clouds the pair were hiding in, a chaos archer sitting on the nape of its neck. Through the eye-slit of his helms, Kira could only see his blazing orange eyes as the dragons flew past each other. The archer took aim with a black, ornate bow and let loose, the arrow whistling through the air with magical energy. Kira dodged to one side the arrow flying past her, through her hair.
With one quick motion, she grabbed a javelin from the holster from her side and threw it into the chaos warrior. The javelin hit straight on, the tip going in deep through the warrior's neck. The warrior toppled from his saddle.
However, one of his armored boots caught in a stirrup, his dead weight now unbalancing his mount. Rachevar seized the chance and quickly made a quick thrust at the chaos dragon's head as it struggled to keep flight in the air.
The black dragon let out a shriek of pain as Rachevar's talons plunged in, falling, until it was finally consumed from the clouds and out of view, its death cries still echoing in the air. Kira wiped the sweat that had been gathering on her forehead, but was quickly drawn back to the task at hand by the appearance of three chaos dragons.
With a shrill battle cry and a thundering roar Kira and Rachevar leapt into battle to see who would dominate the skies.
On the ground the battle was more brutal as it was in the air. All of the combatants were trained, experienced. No mercy was shown to either side nor was any expected. The fact that any time, a dragon corpse might come landing on his head made the situation worse as they had to watch the skies and their opponents.
It was clear that the rebels and their demonic allies were being slowly pushed back, their superiority in numbers no advantage versus the skill and stubbornness of the knights of the church and the militia and soldiery raised from across the lands of what would be known after this war as Ivalice.
