Okay, here is chapter two. I don't own Final Fantasy even though I'm not sure if I even have to put that in this case ^.^
The Field of Forigh grew thin in the place where Damsunth met the Wood. To our thief's relief he would not have to walk far to reach the capital city. With package now in hand he strode away from the forest, keen on laying low but not without bragging to a few of the Slums' other sticky-fingered occupants.
To the north and south the field went on forever. They seemed to disappear into the horizon, and no traveler would dare cross its length on foot. It, along with the wood, separated Damsunth (the capital) from the rest of the vast country of Nambrall. Unfortunately this natural barrier of miles of nothingness made travel and communication difficult. Those only with large sums of profit could afford to make the trip across Forigh to any other Nambrallen city.
Our thief walked briskly across the plain looking over his shoulder every few minutes or so"¦ making sure no woodland brute followed him out, disappointed by a missed meal. The loud pounding of his heart soon faded to a dull thumping as the trees faded away. Still he did not journey on without taking one last peak at the spider web of trees that he so narrowly escaped.
Along with this cautiousness came the thoughts of his treasure. Inside the small package rested what he hoped to be his ticket into wealth. Not many of the Slums' occupants held much to their names, and it was that misfortune that drove numerous citizens to thievery and pick pocketing. As his thoughts flowed back to life at home so did his feet follow his mind's path.
The plains were filled with small interesting creatures, mainly petite furry roos lingering about their holes or hopping about the tufts of long grass in search of something to eat. Their long floppy ears looked comical in the breeze as they went in circles about one another in play, and as the thief walked on they entertained him by running and hiding whenever he drew near.
The last bit of dread or uncertainty washed away from him as the walls of his home appeared and grew ever nearer. He did not consider himself lucky, nor did he truly consider the dangers of what he had accomplished. Many who take the task of appropriation within the Damsunth palace do not ever return with their loot, and with this thought he firmly tucked his package away in his tunic.