Final Fantasy Omega
This story is something that I came up with to go with the Final Fantasy like world that I made up. To make it more like FF I’ve decided to include all of those little things that all FF games include. These are:
•Monsters (Tonberry, Cactuar, Malboro)
•Medieval style combat (swords and stuff)
•The names Cid, Wedge and Biggs
•Summoning (of sorts (Ifrit, Shiva and Bahamut))
•A main character that is a warrior with an element related name. Someone else pointed this out to me. (Eg. FFVI: Terra - Earth, FFVII: Cloud – Water, FFVIII: Squall – Wind)
A girl lay on a hillside overlooking Lao Bay. Clouds lazily drifted across the bright blue sky and ferries were busy on their usual routes to and from the crowded port city of Andandrea. The city lay just to the north, and being the largest city in the world it was no wonder that so many adventures had started there. The girl, whose name was Mist, lazily tilted her head back to watch a gap in the thin white cloud where the sky could still be seen. She was lost in her own thoughts just enjoying the wonderful day.
As such, she was completely unaware of the dark figure soaring above the clouds. As it meandered aimlessly, it pondered where it should unleash its long built up rage. It had been imprisoned for an age and now it hungered for vengeance.
Vengeance against the world.
As Mist entered the city through the south gate, she began to grow concerned. The faces she saw around her were confused and scared. Andandrea was also the most multi-cultured city in the world, so members of every race lived there, Human, Viera, Bangaa, Elf, Dwarf, Fairy, Golem, Nu Mou and Moogle. The races were collectively called Humanoids, for it was historically accepted that Humans were the first race to exist.
When Mist saw that a Bangaa was scared, she became much more worried.
“Mist, over here!” came the call of a familiar voice. She felt a wave of relief, now she could get some answers.
“Hey Lani! Hey Zan! What’s going on?”
Mist, Lani and Zan had played together since they could walk. Lani was a Viera with snowy white fur. She had radiant golden hair down to her shoulders and bright, inquisitive amber eyes. She always wore a similar outfit, a plain colored shirt, pale rose today, with three buttons at the neck, undone in her messy fashion, and faded jeans. She always had her quiver over her right shoulder, even if she didn’t have her bow or any arrows.
Zan was a roguishly handsome Elf. His tanned skin, slick emerald hair and deep blue eyes often made Mist’s imagination wander. She was much too shy to say that she liked him, and he never seemed to notice the way she looked at him. Zan’s clothes were always neat yet casual; he looked as if he was ready for an inspection and just lounging around at the same time. Today he wore a sky blue shirt, buttoned neatly, and caramel pleated pants. Standing together, he and Lani looked like a very odd pair.
Mist herself was a Human. She had short, misty, pale blue hair, which her parents were surprised at when she was born because they had chosen the name long before. Some people thought that when coincidences like that occur in ones life that they are destined for important things, but Mist didn’t believe that. She also had a cat like face; her pointed nose, slim mouth and bright, intelligent green eyes often made people say as much. She wore a plain, sleeveless, off-white top and dark green three quarter shorts.
Mist had made her way through the murmuring crowd to her friends, who were standing by one of the numerous plain, sandstone houses in the city. It was a wonderful city; the salt spray from the port gave the streets a seaside feeling all the way to the eastern side of the city. Gulls hung around everywhere and sailors from the many ships frequently at the port wandered the city during their brief time on land. The full effect of these factors meant that the city was pleasant yet crowded by all of the visitors and the locals doing business.
The crowd was packed tighter than usual, making it quite hard for Mist to navigate her way through. The people didn’t pay her much notice, buried in their own thoughts and worries. Mist waited for openings in the crowd instead of bothering the living maze of people.
“Well?” she quietly reiterated after finally reaching her friends.
“Someday you’re going to have to learn to be more authoritative,” Lani told her, “What’s going on is the temples aura is fading.”
“But that’s impossible!” Mist gasped. The Grand Temple of Andandrea lay in the centre of the city and according to historians it had been made by the magic of immensely powerful sorcerers ages ago. The magic used in its creation meant that the temple gave off an aura that restored magical energy.
“But it is possible and it’s happening right now,” Zan interrupted, “The high priestess thinks that the aura will completely fade within a couple of months.”
“What caused it? How could this happen so suddenly?” Mist asked.
“No one is sure,” replied Lani “But the High Priestess said that it must have been evil, and it must have been powerful. That’s what caused the fear.”
“Let’s check it out. I’ve gotta know more,” Despite Mist’s shy nature, she was always more inquisitive than was good for her.
“Can’t. The temple’s off limits to anyone but officials and priests,” was Zan’s simple reply.
“Then I guess we’ll have to avoid being seen,” Mist said with a hint of mischief on her face. She was shy, but if it meant finding out what was going on with the temple then Mist was ready to take the risk.
The night air was filled with the familiar smell of wood fires from the many kitchens and fireplaces in the city, their own homes among them. Their parents hadn’t liked the idea of them going into the temple under the current circumstances, so the trio had changed their story and left any way. As far as their parents knew, they were watching the stars from their favourite hilltop spot south of the city.
The temple was an awe inspiring building, seven tiers of stone two meters tall, all apparently made of the same block of smooth white stone. At the top was a square plateau framed on either side by plain white pillars and covered by a stone roof. The plateau was about six by seven meters and furnished with simple items for the High Priestess’ use in ceremonies and blessings.
The trio prepared to enter the temple. Having lived in the city all their lives, they knew their share of secrets. One of which was a slab of stone behind the temple. Though it looked like all of the other slabs around it, after a guard passed a corner, the three of them moved to the slab swiftly, lifted it and vanished silently beneath the city. As the group landed and the slab was placed back in its slot the tunnels that it lead to became pitch black.
“Fire!” Mist called in a hushed voice.
A ball of fire was summoned to Mist’s outstretched hand. A look of deep concentration crossed her face. The trio began walking through the musty labyrinth that they had discovered when they were twelve.
Zan was eighteen now but Mist and Lani were only a month from being eighteen themselves. The two of them were born only one day apart, Lani being the elder one.
They followed a path that they all remembered from their constant exploring over the years. They took the first right, the second left, the fourth left then the second right and so on. The tunnels seemed to be made from the same stone as the temple above, as if a large square mole had dug them.
There was a dusty and stale smell in the tunnels. It wasn’t the smell of something dead; that would be unlikely since the slab was one of only two ways into these tunnels, neither of which were known let alone used by anyone regularly. And it was cold in the tunnels except for the slight warmth of the fireball. They kept going a little faster to be done and get back to their warm homes just that bit sooner.
As they continued, Mist could tell what everyone had been talking about earlier that day. The odd tingling sensation of the aura that could always be felt in the temple was fainter than usual. It felt scary.
Mist gasped and spun to face a side tunnel to her right. She thought that she had seen a shadowy figure duck around a corner but it was probably just Zan’s shadow since he was on her right.
“You’re a little jumpy. Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Lani’s words echoed down the stone hallways. She had immediately got the others attention because that was the first thing any of them had said since Mist had called the fireball, still at the end of her outstretched hand.
“Let’s just hurry and get out of here, okay?” was Mist’s timid reply.
When the trio reached the end of the maze after more uneventful left and right turns, they came to what looked like a dead end. The wall in fact slid away to reveal a stairwell. They climbed the eight flights of stairs, passing a door at the fourth that they had never been able to open. The door was wooden and had a very aged appearance. They had tried pulling, pushing, magic and even silly passwords but nothing had worked. This time was no different. The door didn’t even budge one bit, not that they had expected it to.
At the top, Lani placed a sensitive, Viera ear to the stone slab at the end of the steps, which could be removed to access the temple plateau.
“…but something must be done,” said a low soft voice. From what Lani could tell, it was the High Priestess Mora.
“But we don’t know where to start,” said a louder male voice, which was undoubtedly Mayor Falkin.
“I received word from a friend back home yesterday,” Mora continued.
“What does news from Sandros have to do with this?” Mora was a Nu Mou; so being from Sandros was not so unusual, since it was the origin of the Nu Mou race.
“There were unusual sounds coming from the Mages Tower. An apprentice sorceress was found dead yesterday morning left on the steps of the tower. Some fear that it was a warning.”
“There are some knights coming in to town the day after tomorrow. They were on a mission for me, so I’ll have them investigate it.”
“Very well. Now let us get back to what we were talking about before, about the…” the voices faded into the distance as the mayor and high priestess walked out of the temple.
“Darn it,” whispered Lani. She knew very well that speaking too loudly would get her caught by the high priestess. Once at school, she had mumbled to herself that she hated having to practice with staves. Mora had walked in from another room and told her to quit complaining. At the time Mora had been a teacher of magic and magical fighting at the trio’s school.
“What did you hear, Lani?” whispered Zan. His hearing wasn’t nearly as good as Mora’s but he knew that they had been talking.
“Are you two up for an adventure to Sandros?” she said a little louder with the confidence that Mora was probably too far to hear her now.
“I guess,” Mist started, raising an eyebrow, “But what’s in Sandros that would be so interesting when the temple here is acting up for the first time in over a thousand years?”
“Answers,” Lani stated as if it was obvious what she was talking about.
She explained to them what she had heard as they headed back to the slab in the street behind the temple. They passed the door again on their way down the stairs but they were too busy talking quietly to notice the slight crack of unlit room beyond the slightly opened door.
Little did those children know that they had led it right to the ancient passageway of the Nine Sorcerers of ages past. The figure followed the children through the tunnels, taking a parallel path where possible so as not to be seen. That idea almost cost the figure dearly when the one with the flame turned her head, only a quick reaction prevented her from seeing too much.
Soon they continued and reached the stairwell. After the children had left the sacred door and proceeded to the top, the figure approached the door. It waved a green, scaled and clawed hand from under its all-encompassing black cloak, in a short arch. The door gave off a very faint blue light for a moment, and then it slowly and silently swung open.
Torches ignited upon the doors opening to light the room that was revealed. It was like a study; glass cases lined one wall and a bookshelf stood against another. The room was filled with ancient objects, some magical, some weapons, some armour, a statue, but the most interesting to the figure was a simple piece of parchment sitting on an antique desk which should have rotted away nearly a millennia ago.
Once it had the parchment, the figure stalked swiftly but as quietly as possible to the door and closed it far enough to not make a noise. Once it was out, the figure noted the quiet sound of speech above it and decided to make its own way back to the exit before the children came. They would never know it had been there.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------I know that's fairly long for a single chapter and there are longer chapters to come. If you want to read more you can find everything I have thus far at fanfiction.net. You can also look at my map here.
I'd like to thank Rurouni Saiyan, who is not a forum member but someone whom I met through fanfiction.net, for beta reading the story for me, and I doubt that it would have proper grammar if it hadn't been for her. I don’t own Final Fantasy or any of it’s many trademarks.