MEH FFXI FANFIC PAGE! .....yep.... >_>;

[UltimaWeapon]

I don't really know if there is a fanfic forum here (don't flame me if there already is one, these old eyes (actually 14 year old eyes) don't see very well.....ah, i was just messing with ya. Anyways, here is meh thread where i will post my story or MINI-MINI-MINI novel (lol) in parts. The story might go up to part 10, or 20, or 50, i don't know yet.



Mayhem in Vana’diel

* Authors note* some info I added may be false cos I don’t have the game and some of the storyline that I got from the game might be incorrect. So just bare with me ^_~


Vana’diel was a prosperous place full of life, the sun glistening off the rivers beauty, the divine and mystical powers that brought harmony and peace. But, it also had a dark side, for you see, this dark side to Vana’diel hid from the heavenly peace, instead, it was plotting, plotting to do something so maniacal, so sinister that just the whisper of the name would strike your heart, your soul would cry out from agony, and your spirit would perish. Vana’diel’s only hope was a special someone, someone who was destined to conquer and banish the darkness. This special someone, would be the keeper and guardian of the crystal.
The old keeper of the crystal who deemed the tile “great elder of the crystal” grew weary, his strength vanishes every day, bit by bit, and he worries that if he doesn’t find the chosen one to take the elders place, the crystal will be vulnerable to the evil that seeks it.
The domain of the elder was sacred, because that was were the crystal resided and must be kept a secret. The elder used his powers to protect the crystal; the whereabouts of the domain is not a secret from the evil, which is why it is under attack every waking moment.
The elder decided it was time to find the next keeper; he grabbed his staff slowly, so as not to use the energy he has left,
“Come forth my followers”
Just then, a group of men wearing hooded clothing like a ghost suddenly appeared.
“As you may know, I do not have much time left on this plane, every second the evil is getting stronger, my powers is getting far too weak to....”
A person from the group shouted in worry, “Great elder, are you alright, please answer”
“.....Do not worry about me, my child, I do not have much time left, before I pass away, I need you to find the next chosen one, he has immense power deep inside him that he does not know of yet. Please find him and train him to be the next guardian.”
“But great elder where would we find him, Vana’diel is an enormous plane”. Another member spoke out as his ghostly voice echoed the poorly lighted domain. “We would not know where to look”
“...You will know...eventually...now hurry...bring forth the chosen one, all of you, I feel the cold touch of death eating away at my soul, I will use whatever strength I have left to protect the crystal while you are searching, now go”
The ghastly figures hesitated, fearing that if they leave, the elder might get attacked by the evil again and that the crystal will be in grave danger.
“Please do go now, do not worry about me”
“As you wish, great elder” The followers hurried into the night, searching for the chosen one.
“Please....do hurry....”

End of Part 1

Part 2 coming soon....well...my inspiration comes and goes every now and then, you need inspiration to make a good story, otherwise, the story will go now where and go like ‘blah blah blah’....so erm....yeah....just wait

[PlaZma]

oh look it's one of those FF fanfics that no one really bothers to read.

Hehe. J/k. Good job
so far.

[UltimaWeapon]

*gasp* They.....they don't?!?! How can that be?

*gets ready to click the 'delete' button* DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!

[UltimaWeapon]

well i decided to carry on. trust me, this story will be good.


Part 2

Night time had fallen upon the sleepy plane and the mystical followers were busy. Here and there, this and that, no avail.
“Sun will rise soon, we must find the chosen one quickly, I don’t know how long the great elder will last” Pointed out one of the disciples.
“Fear not, fellow disciples, there is a kingdom in the distant, we shall start searching there again”
Again, they journeyed to the nearby kingdom, The Kingdom of Sand’oria, was the home to Evlaan, the elf-like race, the Evlaan were a race of royalty and great strength. All but one Evlaan stood out, the ghosts glared at the odd Evlaan, as if they were looking at his heart.
“We shall try that Evlaan” They hurried up to the male Evlaan who was sitting near the fountain. He looked so care-free and joyful. The Evlaan was tall, just like any other Evlaan; he had long dark hair and had a mischievous smile.
“You there, what is your name?” No reply from the Evlaan.
“Answer me!”
Still no answer,
Just then, the Evlaan spoke,
“If you want tooo, I can save yooou.....I can to take you way from here.....?!”
The Evlaan looked up at the hooded men and just stared so politely.
“Come with us”
The Evlaan stood up and took something out of his ears and put it and a portable device into his bag pack.
The ghostly followers looked at each other when they saw the shiny device with its metallic buttons and numbers.
“May we see it?”
He blinked and looked in confusion.
“See what? Oh, you mean my MP3 player, here you go, just don’t run away with it like that kid did”
He handed it over to the hooded men.
“What a marvelous device, you must have great ‘power’ in order to create something like this”
They were pushing buttons and touching it like it was something alien to them.
“What are these noises coming from this contraption?” The followers were fascinated at the MP3 player.
The Evlaan, who felt like explaining things to children, rolled his eyes and spoke.
“Its called music, look, if you want one, go to the Bastok merchant, he said he traveled to the future and found this stuff, if you ask me, he’s a little crazy”
The ghost in the center spoke “Truly fascinating...may you excuse us”
They huddled together, deciding and talking very quietly.
“Do you think he’s the one?” said one of them.
“Maybe he is”
“He must be”
“If he is, truly the guardian, then we must put him up the test”
The Evlaan got up and sighed, remembering that he needed to meet with someone; he got up and started to walk away. The ghosts just finished discussing and realized that the Evlaan was walking away.
“Hey wait, we need to know your name!”
Again, with his polite and innocent smile, he simply turned and spoke.
“The names Crimzon, now you excuse me, I have to go to my mog house”
Suddenly, a booming voice rang from the sky.
“Dear players, there will a short maintenance on all Play Online servers”
Everyone was in confusion.
“Was that.....god?” said someone in the back.
The Evlaan’s name was Crimzon, he was a warrior, “I have a huge sword”.
Erm, that’s nice to hear Crimzon...I guess.
Crimzon was walking along, minding his own business, when he sees a Mithra trying to break into his mog house.
“H-Hey, what are you doing?!”
Hearing Crimzon’s voice made the Mithra a little worried, after attempting of breaking in, she turned around slowly. She was the most beautiful Mithra Crimzon had seen. She was wearing a dark ninja outfit.
Crimzon was speechless.
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it huh?”
Thoughts were running through his mind, should he fight her, or not...

[UltimaWeapon]

Part 3

“Erm...um...of course I will fight you!” Crimzon drew his sword.
The Mithra simply stared at Crimzon and walked up to him in an innocent manner.
She came closer to Crimzon, close enough to hug him. “Aww, man, she’s really hot” said Crimzon in his head.
“You know what?” whispered the ninja in Crimzon’s ear. All of a sudden, she drew out some knuckle spikes without Crimzon looking and punched him in the stomach. Crimzon never felt such pain before, and from a girl?! He looked up at the ninja, his eyes full of agony. Blood was all over his hands.
“Aww, are you gonna cry now?” and laughed manically and simply walked away.
He fell to the ground, motionless, time stood still. He suddenly opened his eyes, everything seemed sinister. Was this a dream? It can’t be...it feels so real.
He was able to stand up, his wound was gone, and it was as if he never had it. “Heh, for a hot Mithra, she sure packs a punch” now to get back to my mog house. He walked along the path to his mog house, there; the ghosts of the great elder appeared. “Oh no, you want to see my mp3 player again?
They simply said “it begins” Another one “Are you ready”
It was if he missed an announcement “What are you talking about? What begins?
Then, with a blink of an eye, the ghosts disappeared, and in there place, stood a giant.
The giant had tremendous power; just looking at him would strain your heart severely.
This giant was THE SHADOW LORD the most feared living thing in Vana’diel. But why is Crimzon here? The giant with its glowing eyes and skin as rock looked down at Crimzon, to the shadow lord, Crimzon was merely a spec. The environment around Crimzon was violent and bursting out molten lava.
Feeling confident, Crimzon spoke out “Oh, if it’s a fight you want? Then prepare for my mighty strength!”
He held his sword in his hands and started to charge at the beast, he swung with all his might at the shadow lord. He closed his eyes hoping that he would have slain the giant. He slowly opened his eyes with his sword in his hands.
“WHA?!” to his surprised, the lord was still standing. Infact, its tough skin actually shattered the sword into a million pieces.
“Err...did I mention I had an mp3 player?” he said nervously.
He started to run away “THIS – IS – NOT – A – GOOD DAY!!!!” but it was no use. The shadow lord grabbed Crimzon.
Crimzon didn’t noticed that he had a visitor watching him getting beaten up, several in fact.
“This is not going so well” said one of the ghosts.
“Maybe he isn’t the chosen one after all”.
“Oh, but he is.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is not only the guardian but one of the four s...”
Just then, Crimzon noticed the ghosts.
“Hey are you going to help me or not?!?!?!?!”
The ghosts stared coldly at Crimzon and whispered the simple words. “Prove yourself”
Before he knew it, Crimzon was launched into the air and was his with a devastating blow. He was badly injured and was gasping for air.
His eyes were slowly closing, trying as hard as he could to stay alive.
It was no use; he fell to the ground, unable to call for help. His eyes closed.
“You are your own worst enemy” the words echoed thru out the darkness.

[Genrou]

Moving.