Four Swords
By: The Pristine Harbinger
A/N: Hope you guys will like this! It just popped out of my imagination and I won't give everything away in the summary! It'll be in four parts and this is the beginning of part 1. The rest of the parts and the concluding chapters will be in separate stories, I think. It took me a month to get the story in my head and I give credit to the creators of Final Fantasy X for the inspiration! Oh yeah, and, as usual, to K… Heheh… You're still here!
Yume: Um… Prissy… Don't you have Stupid Cupid to do?
PH: Uh… Brain Dead
Yume: --'
Disclaimer: I don't own Ragnarok… blah… blah… blah…
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Prologue
The Weaver of Words
"Remind me again where exactly we're going, Kira," piped a weary-looking assassin carrying what seemed to be a huge backpack with camping equipment. He brushed a few strands of his dark hair that covered half of his face away from his eyes.
"I told you, we mustn't speak of it until we reach it, Kojin," Kira, a lovely girl with brown hair bunched up into two cute ponytails using two ribbons told him. She seemed to be wearing the clothes of a dancer, but was carrying two pistols on her belt.
"We've been walking for hours!" Kojin looked around; they were in the fields of Prontera, just outside the city walls.
Kira made a turn left away from the gates and smiled when she found a huge tree that covered anybody when they were behind it away from the prying eyes of the gate guards.
"We're here, Kojin."
Kojin looked around, the place was certainly secret and it was found in the corner of one of Prontera's walls. He found that there were already people waiting for Kira beneath the tree, four children and a man to be exact. Three of the children were about nine and one looked no older than six. They were accompanied by a priest with pointy, silvery hair who looked as though he had been eating for five days straight. All of them were sitting on cushions around what appeared to be an unlit bonfire.
"Welcome, Kira," the priest beckoned her to sit on a cushion while getting one for Kojin, "It seems we have new company."
"Good evening, Father Chonki. This is Kojin, my boyfriend," Kira chirped happily as Kojin sat beside her.
The children snickered as Kojin blushed.
"Have you brought what I asked you to bring, children?" Kira smiled at the lot, who seemed to be bringing bundles of blankets with them.
"Of course!" a snotty-looking girl with brown-pigtailed hair and freckles said, "Here, take it!"
"Not yet, Daisy," Kira beamed at the girl pleasantly, but hadn't taken effect on the child, for she continued to sound pissed off.
"Why are we here?" Kojin whispered.
"You'll see," Kira whispered back.
"Let's start, children," Father Chonki said serenely as he too took his seat among the children's bright and eager eyes.
Kira stood up and started making hand gestures. She was a born dancer and was excellent at telling stories with her dances. Gracefully,she danced to the song of the wind, twirling with each beat and her dance growing more fanciful as she spoke.
"Prontera. Payon. Al De Baran. Morroc," she started as Kojin watched agape, "North, East, South, West. Four points on the map of Rune-Midgard. All are different, yet at the same time, vaguely similar.
"We weave tangled webs of lives as we journey through our time. Each person holds something significant within our lives. We treasure those events of destiny every single minute we hold. As if they are pieces of treasure, so valuable that they cannot be replaced.
"This is a story of four girls, each having her own life. Each with different personalities and capabilities. Each living within the four walls of the four points of Rune-Midgard. Yet, as far as they are from each other, they need one another to survive. And as time passes, their lives get more and more intertwined.
"Four stories. Four souls. And four swords."
"So, what-mmph-" Daisy tried to say something but Father Chonki silenced her by cupping his hand over her mouth.
"Our first story happens in the city before us, in the grandeur of Midgard's capital. The city of Prontera," Kira approached a boy with fiery red hair and took the bundle he held, "Thank you, Blaze."
"You're welcome!"
"This story is all about memories. Each grain of memory is both sacred and priceless. Each memory forms what we are now and who we want to be. However, if that memory vanishes from your mind using your own free will, it never stops haunting you. It'll creep up to you-"
Kira opened the bundle and revealed a sparkling red powder. She threw it on the unlit bonfire and a fire came up instantly.
"Like a wildfire raging in a forest. And as oblivion engulfs your memory, you will start to feel something missing, like you're in a middle of a snowy plain with no one to hold you. The cold you feel inside will turn your heart into pure ice.
"And there's also one thing that never forgets… Once it makes its mark into your heart, it will always be present, no matter what enchantment exists… Love… It is stronger than any force known to man and it will never be erased… Whatever you lay upon it…
"Listen then, to the story of Amber and the tale of oblivion…"