Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy: The chronicles of Four! ❯ The beginning! ( Chapter 1 )

Ah, a new fanfic from me! And it isn't even about YGO!

 

Okay, for a disclaimer, I don't own FF1, and the plot is based on my game, and anything I decided to add. You ready for some FF1 fun?

 

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“ARGH! This is the worst ale I've ever tasted!” The bartender looked up to see a burly young man with red hair and red armor slam his mug down. Looking across, he found some more people around the same age.

 

“Fighter, maybe you should calm down. Ale isn't everything.” said a young girl with white robes. She gestured for Fighter to sit down.

 

“But ale is the plus of being a hero, White Mage! That... and swords!” Fighter said, sitting down. He looked across at a blonde wearing a bandana. “So, why are we here, anyway?”

 

“Recent calculations tell me that we're out of gold. Well, that's what Red Mage said anyway.” the blonde replied, sipping some cocoa. Next to him, a white-haired boy with a red hat stood up.

 

“As the Red Mage, it's my job to make sure we have what we need! And right now we need money, or we can't leave this tiny town.” Red Mage explained, “So I called Thief and he said he got an idea.” Red Mage pointed to the blonde, who was obviously Thief. Thief took out a flyer.

 

“I found this the other day. It's something about the Light Warriors.” Thief said. White Mage took the flyer and read it. Then she gave it to a young man with a pointy yellow hat.

 

“Oh yeah, I heard of this. My grandpa told me about this kind of thing. Four warriors go to re-light four orbs or something like that. Sounds a little farfetched if you ask me, though.” he said. Fighter took a swig of his ale and stood up.

 

“This is right up our alley! We can go beat up the baddies!” Fighter exclaimed, but Black Mage shook his head.

 

“There's the problem with money.” Black Mage sighed, “Without money, we can't afford anything to beat stuff with.”

 

“But don't you have magic?!” Fighter asked, “It'll be cool!”

 

“No, we have one magic point. We don't have any scrolls.” Red Mage replied. Black Belt shrugged, and drank his water.

 

“I don't need weapons, so I can just fight with no problem.” he said, and began punching air. Black Mage sat back down, and took out what appeared to be a rock.

 

“And what happens if you meet a Golem? Your fists won't do squat to one of those things.” Black Mage said, “Which leads to the fact that there can only be four of us. Two of us are gonna stay here.” Everyone looked down thoughtfully.

 

“So first thing is first. We must decide who's going.” White Mage said, “Since BM and I can use our own class of magic with very little effort, we should be two members.” Black Mage nodded.

 

“Then that leaves the four of us...” Thief stated, “And each of us brings something to the group... Maybe Fighter should go too. He's the best with a weapon, and with only mages so far, we need a power boost.”

 

“But Fighter will be too busy thinking about swords instead of using them!” Black Mage yelled, “And besides, Red Mage can fight too.”

 

“Ah, yes, but not with the same intensity as Fighter.” White Mage speculated, “But I agree with Thief. Everyone brings something to the group. We need to see exactly what kind of group we'll need for this quest. Then we can decide the logical choice for this kind of situation.” Fighter stood up again, and took out his sword.

 

“Logical choice? All we have to do is swing our swords at a few monsters and we'll win!” Fighter exclaimed, “What's there to think about?” White Mage closed her eyes as she thought of a simple way to prove her point.

 

“Well, let's say you're in a cave, and you're in dire need of a Cure spell. As just one person, and more importantly, as the Fighter class, you cannot heal yourself without a mage or a potion. And due to the fact that YOU usually forget to pack potions, swords are not entirely the best choice.” White Mage explained. Fighter seemed very distant. He'd never heard that swords weren't the answer.

 

“That's well put, WM.” Red Mage commented, “But as Fighter also put it, we will need some form of pure force to put an end to any fights we may have. Therefore, we will need a sword-wielder, and only Fighter and I qualify for that.”

 

“I vote for keeping RM. He's not as strong as Fighter, but he CAN use both types of magic as well as a sword. As far as versatility, which we'll need for this, the best bet is obviously to have RM with us.” Black Mage said, “But of course that's just my opinion.”

 

“And it's a good one. I see your point.” White Mage replied, sipping her tea, “So, who thinks RM should go?” Everyone but Fighter raised their hands. Fighter shrugged and sat down.

 

“It's for the best to the team. I don't mind. Now all you need is a fourth member. That does leave me, Thief, and BB.” Fighter said. White Mage nodded, and wrote something down on a piece of paper.

 

“We have a magical force strong enough to wipe out an army! So now we just need a pure fighting force. Black Mage, since you are second to be picked and I put in RM's position, do you have anything to suggest?” White Mage asked, looking at her friend. Black Mage got up and paced around.

 

“It's a tough one, WM. All three of them serve very good purposes. Fighter is like a big shield, which is something we'll need. But money is the problem, and BB doesn't need a ton of armor like Fighter will. Thief is the medium between the two. Whereas BB lacks the defense to prove that we'll last in a fight, and Fighter's armor is just too expensive, Thief can make good use of our resources. I think he'd do well with what we have.” Black Mage stated.

 

“Plus I can steal too. I am a Thief, after all.” Thief said.

 

“That makes sense, the four of you.” Black Belt commented, thoughtfully, “And I guess it'll be best that Fighter and I stay here. This is a small town, as RM said, and with the imps that are out there, someone needs to stay here and keep the villagers safe.”

 

“So it's decided?” Black Mage asked. Everyone nodded, except Fighter. “Fighter?”

 

“Not until you promise to send me all the swords you don't use.” Fighter pouted, crossing his arms. Black Mage sighed.

 

“Fine, you can have whatever junk we either don't need or can't sell. Are you happy?!” Clearly, Black Mage was getting annoyed. Fighter nodded and jumped around happily. Black Mage opened the bar door to the outside.

 

“We'll be seeing you.” Black Belt said, as the four chosen youths headed out the door. Fighter wiped the tears away, seeing his friends leave.

 

“I'll miss them, BB... But they'll come back heroes, and that's more than I'll ask for.” Fighter said, crying on Black Belt's shoulder.

 

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“So, I think the best bet would be to head to Corneria. That's where this flyer came from.” Thief said, showing the back of the flyer. Indeed, there was a big MADE IN CORNERIA printed on it. Black Mage strode ahead, unfazed.

 

“Blah, that town is child's play. They only have the weakest spells, and we need to do this quick!” Black Mage said. Red Mage took out his short sword, and threw it up in the air.

 

“I'd disagree here, BM. We don't know anything beyond level 1, so even if we went to Pravoca first, we couldn't learn a thing.” he said, catching his sword, “Besides, we should probably ask the king why he'd call for the Light Warriors anyway.”

 

“It'd save us the time if we asked him, that's for sure.” White Mage added, “He could even supply us with better weapons, I'd bet.” Thief smirked.

 

“If not, I could just steal from him!” Thief whistled. White Mage hit him lightly with her hammer.

 

“Thief, this is not for you to fill your bags with riches. This is for the good of the world.” White Mage reminded him. Black Mage gave a heavy laugh.

 

“Good of the world?! WM, don't make me laugh. We signed up originally for money, right?” Black Mage asked. White Mage gave him an angry glare. “All right... I see this is bugging you. While I hate to think I'm doing this for the good of the world, I'll accept it as a plus if we manage to live through this.” White Mage settled down, but it wasn't long until she tensed up again.

 

“WM, what's wrong?” Red Mage asked when he noticed White Mage was looking around frantically. She turned to him nervously.

 

“I... think something is following us!” she replied, shivering.

 

“It's probably an imp or something. Ignore it and it might go away.” Black Mage said, as he continued to walk towards Corneria. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as he looked and saw a Giant glaring down at them.

 

“An imp, huh?!” Thief stated, sarcastically. White Mage took out a small traveling book and examined it carefully.

 

“How odd. Giants aren't supposed to even be in this region! So, what's one doing here?” she asked, putting the book away.

 

“Who cares WHY it's here! Just RUN THE HELL AWAY FROM IT!!” Black Mage screamed. Obviously, the four youths ran for their lives, the Giant wasn't too far behind them either.

 

“So, who has any idea how to beat it?” Thief asked, as they ran faster. The Giant stomped and made the ground beneath the foursome tremble. They all fell over and hugged each other defensively. “Sharing it now would be a great idea!”

 

“Well, seeing as how we have no weapons, no items, and no magic, I'd say we're as dead as Lich himself.” Red Mage replied. Thief's jaw dropped.

 

“That's your great idea?! You had a sword earlier! Why can't you use it and stab the thing to death?!” Thief asked angrily.

 

“Because that was just a toy sword from my little cousin!” Red Mage screamed back.

 

“Why do you carry it if it won't help us in any way?” Black Mage asked, raising an eyebrow. Red Mage took out his toy sword and hugged it.

 

“Sentimental value...” he replied, “Okay, enough play. Somehow we have to find a way to outrun it. It'll be suicide if we try to fight with our fists.”

 

“We know that already, Mr. Point-out-the-obvious! But how are we gonna do that!?” Black Mage asked, getting just as annoyed as Thief.

 

“That's what I'm working on. We have a rock, so if we can hurl it at the Giant's eyes, it might just blind the thing long enough for us to run to Corneria.” Red Mage explained, “Thief, since you have the highest ACCURACY stat, you should probably throw the rock.” Red Mage handed Thief a good-sized rocked.

 

“Woo. Okay guys, give me the strength to help my friends.” Thief said, taking the rock. He closed his eyes in concentration, and with all his faith and might, Thief threw the rock. It flew through the air, and sure enough it slammed right into the Giant's eyes. The beast roared in pain and fell backwards, making the earth rumble again.

 

“Everyone okay?” White Mage asked as the dust from the rumble cleared. Black Mage angrily picked up a pebble and threw it at Red Mage's head.

 

“DON'T EVER SUGGEST THAT AGAIN! What are you, psychotic?!” Black Mage yelled, crossing his arms. Red Mage rubbed where the rock hit him.

 

“At least I got rid of it, right?” he cried defensively. Thief got up from where he fell.

 

“Okay, we won our first battle. Now can we PLEASE get to Corneria?” he asked, looking around, “You don't know the kind of stress of having everyone's lives depend on your ACCURACY score.” Black Mage chuckled.

 

“Stress? How about the fact that we had to run from a giant?! Well, anyway, you're right. WM, where are we, anyway?!” Black Mage asked. True, everyone had run off course because of their “little friend.” White Mage took out a map.

 

“Hmm... it says we're pretty close, but I don't see anything.” White Mage replied. Red Mage lowered his head in frustration and pointed behind White Mage.

 

“Did you try looking behind you?” he asked. White Mage turned around, and saw the majestic town of Corneria.

 

“Oh! Er... thank you, RM!” White Mage blushed slightly from embarrassment. Red Mage lowered his hat gracefully.

 

“Tis a pleasure, WM.” he said, bowing. White Mage nodded shyly. Black Mage sighed, and put his hands on his hips.

 

“As much as I love this little crush of yours, can we go to the Inn already!? I'm tired!” Black Mage yelled, stomping into the city. The other three looked at each other, and blinked. Then they walked into the city to look for Black Mage.

 

Black Mage sat at the counter in the Inn, glaring at the innkeeper.

 

“Look, lady. I only have 5 gil. Can't you give me a discount?!” Black Mage asked, frustrated at his day. The innkeeper shook her head.

 

“I'm sorry, sir. But with the tax on tea now, I can't afford it!” she said. Black Mage spat.

 

“But WE can't afford THIS!” Black Mage said, trying to choke back a scream. His friends entered after a minute.

 

“BM, what's going on here?” Thief asked. Black Mage explained what was going on. Thief laughed. “That's it? Listen, I got 30 gil from that giant before we left, so we're covered for the night.” Thief turned to the innkeeper, “The key to the room, ma'am?”

 

“Enjoy your stay, sir.” The innkeeper gave Thief the key to room 2A. The foursome headed upstairs into their tiny hotel room.

 

“Ahhh, finally! Some sleep!” Black Mage exclaimed happily, flopping himself onto a bed. Red Mage sat in a chair.

 

“Perhaps after we rest, we should think about how we're going to get the money for new weapons.” he suggested.

 

“Eh, I'm sure the king will help us.” Thief said, “Good night, guys.” With that, Thief turned out the lights and the four slept for the night....

 

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Well, there's the first chapter! Will the foursome get the help they so desperately need? And what about Fighter and BB? I'll update this once I get reviews or get farther in FF1! Please review!!!