Hey! How are you? Well, this is a fic that I hope you enjoy. I play FF11 and am on the Siren Server. Here goes! Please read and review. Thanks

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or its characters. Rightful ownership is to SquareEnix.

Chapter 1

My life has been, well, easy in my early years. Even though I lived in the Mines District of Bastok, which is relatively poor, I never wanted for much. Obviously, my family wasn't rich, but my parents had a good job at the consuls and we had enough money to support the three of us as well as my grandparents.

My whole life I had, of course, been told of the Great War against the Beastmen and the Nations. It still wasn't safe to go to Gustaberg alone or even the currently active mines. The adventurers controlled the areas well and the Musketeer legions kept the Beastmen from entering the city.

Since I was young I wanted to be a white mage or a great summoner. One day when I came home from my message running job for the Auction House and the Metalworks my family looked filled with joy.

"Tev! We finally got you accepted at the academy!" My father looked ecstatic and my heart jumped. "You go to live in Port Bastok next week!" My heart sank. The school of magic was in Windurst, not Bastok.

"That's great Dad," I said trying not to let my parents know that I wasn't sharing their happiness. The truth was I was very angry. Why couldn't I be a mage? Both my grandparents had taken the basic courses in Windurst to become mages, but met, settled beck in Bastok and became teleporters up until their MP wasn't strong enough for transporting six people at a time due to their age. They both retired and hardly ever spoke of magic to me. It was probably to please my parents who wanted me to become a monk. Later, I learned that my parents hadn't even turned in an application to Windurst.

So, at 16 I went to the Melee School for Monks. Everyday for two and a half years I learned to use only my hand-to-hand combat skills and learned all of two abilities. I am not saying that it wasn't a positive experience. I learned how to use a Mog House and Auction House more efficiently which would help during my adventures.

Finally, it was graduation day and the ceremony was to be held on Zegham Hill. There was very tight security at the entrance of the slope that lead down the hill. There were five Iron Musketeers standing guard so beasts wouldn't disturb us. I was sitting with my peers and my parents were beaming, especially my father who also attended the academy, but settled before he even left for any adventures. The President of Bastok and his caravan of Senators who attended all of the graduations of Bastok were late. Word had been sent to start the ceremony without him and he would be there soon.

Suddenly it happened. I can't remember much about it. I remember a girl scream at the top of her lungs and I turned around. Then I only remember moments, only pictures. People running and screaming. My grandparents trying to teleport the nearest people. Their MP at their age only allowed them to teleport two people each. There is one more moving picture where I was in a slight state of consciousness. I remember kneeling in a crowd of the dead and being shocked. A group of Beastmen came up to me and knocked me out.

I do not know how many people survived the attack. Their were few white mages and teleporters at the graduation and there were 300 people attending. I only know that my parents are dead. In that last moment, I saw their lifeless bodies lying peacefully, but lifeless none the less. I write this in my prison which is a small boxed up wagon. Where I am, I do not know. I write this so that one day some one will remember this and maybe it will explain what happened that day.

Tevin Rodsberk

Bastokan Monk

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