Long ago, in a time lost in the mists of legend, there existed a country of great wealth and power. This country was respected all over the world for its power in fighting and use of magic.
However, what it was known most for were its 5 mystical guardians. They were known as the Totema. Each totema symbolized the country's five race: the enigmatic nu mou, the inquisitive moogles, the robust bangaa, the graceful viera, and the cheerful humans.
All of these peoples lived together in harmony, but they knew that peace within a country did not last long. Thus, they formed groups called clans.
The clans competed with each other for turf, wealth, and fame. They also helped the common people buy taking tasks to complete, ranging from finding items for someone to rescue missions. Sometimes the missions got violent, so the royal palace sent out a call for people willing to be Judges, beings who oversaw engagements between clans and made sure that no one died as a result of the fights.
It seemed that the nation would last proper forever. However, one day, the entire country mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Houses, towns, even the royal palace vanished into the nether, never leaving a single sign of their ever being there.
This realm was known as Ivalice.
In the swirling black void, the limbo between worlds, five dark, shadowed figures lay in a never-ending slumber. However, while their bodies rested, their minds, like their sleep, continued to work. Millennia have passed since their sleep had begun. Suddenly, one of the forms stirred. One by one, the others began to move as well, slowly getting to their feet. One of the figures stood before the rest, and spoke just three words:
"It is time."
Ok, I'm still debating on whether or not to use our real names or not, as this story's cast consists of me and my friends. If you review this, please let me know your opinion. Thanks.