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A Bard's Tale: REVIVED
The old post got erased when the site was changed...lucky for me I saved it on my comp!
A Bard's Tale
A Final Fantasy XI Fanfiction
Chapter One: Searching for Reason
Lyde fiddled with the note in his pocket. He ran his hand along the thin edges of the dirty, rust colored paper, let his fingers caress the coarse document. The letter, from a relative Lyde hadn't seen in a long while, was written on an organic parchment found only one place in Vana'Diel: Windurst, home of the Taru Taru.
Lyde had received the letter a week ago. He remembered he had been practicing his mandolin when his brother, back from exercise or one of the barbaric sports that Lyde hated so much, entered the room and through a small, sealed envelope onto the table.
"Praise the Crystals, you got some mail, little brother!"
He remembered opening it, regarding the note the same way he did now, ugly, yet strangely attractive. He slid his finger under the seal, slipped the paper from the envelope, and read it.
-To Lyde, my dear nephew. I am in dire trouble. The darkness is visible even here. Most refuse to see it, and some have even been taken over by it. I cannot reveal my location, for fear that this letter might be intercepted. All I can tell you is to ask your father, he will know. In any case, I must see you as soon as possible. Please, come here, and help me fight against the shadow that has secretly taken over so much of our beautiful Vana'Diel.
-Sincerely, your uncle Vesitian.
Lyde hadn't heard from Vesitian since he moved away from Bastok, and even before then, Lyde and his uncle hadn't been close by any means. Vesitian's reason for summoning him perplexed the young bard a great deal, and the extreme shortness and urgency of the note confused him even more, but his father insisted that Lyde help out his uncle, as his uncle has apparently been there for him in the past. After talking with merchants in the city, and tracing the note back to Windurst, Lyde packed his few valuables and set out to the Bastok docks, to the spot where he stood now. The wind blew his shaggy blond hair into his eyes. He brushed it out and sighed. The next transport ship wasn't due for at least another hour. Lyde closed his eyes, unhooked his mandolin from his side, and began to play.
A Bard's Tale
A Final Fantasy XI Fanfiction
Chapter One: Searching for Reason
Lyde fiddled with the note in his pocket. He ran his hand along the thin edges of the dirty, rust colored paper, let his fingers caress the coarse document. The letter, from a relative Lyde hadn't seen in a long while, was written on an organic parchment found only one place in Vana'Diel: Windurst, home of the Taru Taru.
Lyde had received the letter a week ago. He remembered he had been practicing his mandolin when his brother, back from exercise or one of the barbaric sports that Lyde hated so much, entered the room and through a small, sealed envelope onto the table.
"Praise the Crystals, you got some mail, little brother!"
He remembered opening it, regarding the note the same way he did now, ugly, yet strangely attractive. He slid his finger under the seal, slipped the paper from the envelope, and read it.
-To Lyde, my dear nephew. I am in dire trouble. The darkness is visible even here. Most refuse to see it, and some have even been taken over by it. I cannot reveal my location, for fear that this letter might be intercepted. All I can tell you is to ask your father, he will know. In any case, I must see you as soon as possible. Please, come here, and help me fight against the shadow that has secretly taken over so much of our beautiful Vana'Diel.
-Sincerely, your uncle Vesitian.
Lyde hadn't heard from Vesitian since he moved away from Bastok, and even before then, Lyde and his uncle hadn't been close by any means. Vesitian's reason for summoning him perplexed the young bard a great deal, and the extreme shortness and urgency of the note confused him even more, but his father insisted that Lyde help out his uncle, as his uncle has apparently been there for him in the past. After talking with merchants in the city, and tracing the note back to Windurst, Lyde packed his few valuables and set out to the Bastok docks, to the spot where he stood now. The wind blew his shaggy blond hair into his eyes. He brushed it out and sighed. The next transport ship wasn't due for at least another hour. Lyde closed his eyes, unhooked his mandolin from his side, and began to play.
Ya know, if you posted it once before it's still around... lurking in the archived forum section... heh. Anyway, keep up the good work!!
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