Chapter 1: But you left the party?
"Bloody Hume! Can you not control yourself?" a scathing ethereal female voice lashed out from the blackness.
"Well, obviously you think I can't, why bother asking me" another voice responded. The blackness slowly began to consolidate into bands of pulsing colours, with every second more definition swirled into Ewok's vision.
"Ow" Ewok blinked, her head pounding, colours still streaming around her, making her dizzy.
"Give her a potion Fran, she looks…"
"Why don't you give her the potion, you're the one who summoned her"
She heard a sigh. A weird sound went off and white lights glinted around spastically around like pyreflies from FFX.
"No more lights" she moaned, covering her eyes.
"Come on then, get up. I've healed you" the delightfully accented and familiar voice drawled. Moving her hands slightly and opening her eyes, she noticed that her vision had returned to normal. But what she saw was far from normal, or what she knew as home. She was not crawled up on the carpet, but on a cold stone floor. Looking up she nearly had a heart attack. There stood two people who she knew were fictional. A tall viera with arms folded, dark eyes scowling down at her. Only a little shorter than the viera was a man with short orange-brown hair. His clothes were tinged with a renaissance style. She knew his vest; she had attempted to draw the complex designs embroidered on it many a time. Fran and Balthier. She reached out and poked him in the ankle. He didn't disappear, shimmer away into reality like one of her many daydreams, but merely raised an eyebrow.
"…huh…but you left the party…and you're not real…I should have taken my pills…"
"As if she'll be any help, I think she's insane" Fran stated
"No, not totally" Balthier crouched down next to her, head tilted slightly as he took in her baggy jeans and green t-shirt. "Who are you, exactly? And where are you from?"
"Uh…" her mind momentarily went blank, for Balthier in real life was much hotter than the animated version. "Mmm…yeah…I'm Ewok, and…uh…I'm from…Australia…Planet Earth…uh..."
"So…no wonder you look confused, you must have come from halfway across the galaxy"
"Mmm" she stared at him, wondering if he would sign her t-shirt. "This…is Ivalice, right?"
"Yes, where else?" he answered with a dashing smile, and reached down to help her up.
"Uh, but why am I here? Did I fall asleep or something and this is my imagination…"
"Sadly, this isn't your imagination, and dearly I wish it was mine" Fran bit in, casting another glowering look over the petite girl.
"You're a bit evil" Ewok said to the tall Viera.
"Yes, she can be at times" Balthier said, grinning.
"So, why am I here? Didn't you say I was summoned?"
"Yes, well, it was as accident, because you see I found this spell…"
"And you just had to read it out loud in the right tone, didn't you!" spat Fran, obviously barely able to contain her fury. "Now we have another idiot teenager to look after and slow us down! And I bet she doesn't even know how to fight!"
"Yes I do!" Ewok piped in, "You press X to open the battle menu and…"
"With a REAL weapon, not a PS2 controller!" Fran was waving her bow around, as if to try and puncture through the mire surrounding the teenager's brain.
"Oh" was all she could say. She suddenly realised that they were standing in the Sandsea tavern, and that many Rabanastans were staring at her with wide eyes.
"We had better go and find you a disguise, otherwise everyone will be gaping at your strange attire. Come Fran" Balthier grabbed Ewok's arm and dragged her thought the crowd of gawping onlookers and out the door.