This is my first "published" fanfic! I am very excited to see what everyone thinks! I love the game and felt compelled to write this story. I have changed a few points in the game, for instance Clevats in my story can't use magic. Enjoy! Please review when you are done. thanks Quest

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Crystal Cronicles: Guardian of the Moon

Chapter One

The rain poured outside the window as Lunil thumbed through a large leather bound volume that lay upon the table in front of her. She sat completely still save for her rhythmic breaths and occasional page turns. She was totally immersed in the text before her when an old women opened the door to the vast library.

"Lunil dear, Its gotten quite late. Your mother will be wanting you home."

Lunil took a ribbon from her pocket and placed it between the pages she had open before her. Carefully closing the book she turned to the old women.

"Oh Ms. Anita, have you read this one?"

"which year is it?" Anita took the book off the table and with Lunil's help turned it so that she could read the gold letter on the binding. "Ah yes, year 103 after the miasma took our land. Yes my dear, I have read this one. I was but a small girl when the caravan returned with the chalice of myrrh and this log of their journey. They had to travel very far that year." Anita, holding the book, hobbled over to a shelf and finding the book's spot placed it on the shelf.

"Wouldn't it be grand Anita? to travel with the caravan, to be one of the elite selected?"

"Grand it would be Lunil, but dangerous. None ever come back un touched by the things they have seen, or the hardships faced. Some never come back at all."

"I know the risks are great, but to be a warrior, to go to sleep every night knowing that you are the reason the village exists. To be a hero." Lunil stared longingly at the books around her. "What I would give to be in a crystal caravan, to have my name written in one of the great books." she ran her fingers along the golden numbers of the books on the shelf nearest her.

Anita placed a wrinkled hand upon the girls face and smiled. "My dear, it takes all of us to keep the village in existence. Being a caravanneer is just another job. We are all heroes Lunil, every one of us."

Lunil tried to give Anita a smile of understanding, but ended up showing one of disappointment. "I know that Ms. Anita, but sometimes" she paused "I don't know..." Lunil looked to the rain outside the window.

"It will come child. It will come." Anita crossed the room and plucked a dark cloak from a rack by the door. Lunil followed her and took the cloak with a nod.

"Thank-you Ms. Anita, Good night!" Lunil opened the tall wooden door of the archival building and walked into the rain.

"good night" Anita called after her and then gave a long sigh. She shook her head as she went back into the library and closed the door behind her.

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The storm had picked up greatly since Lunil had left the archival building and she splashed though a large puddle as she made her way across the village entrance and toward her home. Suddenly she stopped. She had heard something.

"CREEEEKKY CREEEEEK"

It was the sound of wheels, It was the caravan!!! They had only been out for three months, but then both her elder brothers had been caravaneers this year. With their talent and skill, no wonder they had finished early. Lunil gave a holler and ran toward the bridge.

"Arren! Perry!" Lunil joyfully splashed through the puddles, she was almost there. Soon her brothers would be- A bolt of lightning illuminated the land surrounding her. It revealed the village's wagon pulled by the weary papaomous. The ear to ear grin on Lunil's face vanished. The wagon was being lead by a tall shadowy figure, the chalice held feebly in his right hand, a sword in his left. There had been seven that had left that new years day. Could only one have returned?!

The figure stopped before her. He wasn't a man she recognized. Where were the villages caravaneers?

"Is this the village of Naedyus?" His voice was low and raspy with fatigue. Lunil stood still. Her fear had frozen her bones. The man repeated his question. This time Lunil nodded. There was a swish as the figure sheathed his sword. With his now free hand, he reached into his long coat and pulled out a leather bound volume that was identical to all the ones Lunil had spent her childhood reading. The only thing that separated this book from the rest in the archival room was the gold number on the spine. It had been 204 years since the miasma had poisoned Lunil's world and the book's number reflected that.

The man handed her the book. "I'm sorry" She held it out in front of her. A tear mixed with the rain water on her cheek.

"thank you." Lunil said. This man had probably come very far to deliver this precious tome to their village.

The man nodded. Then he fainted. Lunil gasped and ran to him. Pulling his face from the mud she yelled. "The caravan has returned!!"

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That's my first chapter! I will update soon. Please Review!