Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Javarr: The Azure Scourge of Bastok ❯ Chapter 3 Emergance of the Legionnaire ( Chapter 3 )

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/em sighs and lights a Roll of Bastokan Tobacco +1

 

Now with that out of the way, lawyers happy, and the risk of getting sued by a multi-million dollar company avoided, on with the story.

 

 

Chapter 3: Emergence of the Legionnaire

 

When I finally awoke, I could tell it was daytime. The mesh that acted as the roof of a street merchant's stand blocked the sun from me. I knew I wasn't on the stone anymore. This surface yielded a little under my weight. It was rough, unlike the stones, which were very smooth. Even though I knew I had fallen in the square, I could not puzzle out where I was. Opening my eyes more, I could tell my observations were right. I was on the counter of a merchant's stand. Also, a face was looming over me. Maybe He was older than myself, with a beard, narrow dark eyes, and short brown hair.

 

“Commander Volker, sir.” I said weakly, trying to get up. Volker stopped me by putting his hand on my chest. I didn't fight the hand, mainly because is still hurt too much to move.

 

Volker and my father were close friends. I almost looked at the Commander as a second father actually. He taught me almost everything I knew about the art of the sword. So it's really hard to argue with a father figure that is also your commanding officer.

 

Volker just looked down at me and smiled. “You know Javarr, Valear would have been proud of you for what you did last night.” I looked away from the officer's praise.

 

“What do I have to be proud of… I wasn't able to save mother…” Volker put his hand on my shoulder. “You tried as hard as you could, Javarr. I know Aliendrial knows that you did everything you could.”

 

As he said that, memories pored out of my mind. Seeing her looking at me, the look on her face as that bastard ran it's blade into her, and then her body being tossed away like trash… My eyes clenched shut, trying to block the tears that I knew were close to the surface. After a few moments of getting my emotions under control, I pushed myself up. Ignoring my aches and pains and stood at full attention before Volker.

 

“Sir,” I started, blocking the signs of distress from my voice. “Permission to speak freely.”

Volker nodded and I went on. “I hereby make a full request to be transferred to full active duty.”

 

Volker looked at me for a moment, stunned. “Why this sudden change of heart?”

 

“Personal reasons, sir.” I replied. “Also… While I was out there, something… strange happened.” Volker perked an eyebrow at that comment.

 

“What do you mean by strange?” I proceeded to give Volker a full report of what happened. He was quiet for a while after I finished. Then he finally spoke.

 

“Alright. If you want to become full active Legion, I'll do the paperwork. I even have your first order already.”

 

I was a little surprised at that one. “Sir?”

 

“Your first order is to report to the Bastokan Consulate in Windurst. From your briefing, it would seem that you picked up some of your mother's talents in the arts of magic and your father's talent with a sword. We can train you here to be a great swordsman, but Windurst is where you need to be right now. They can teach you how to control that wild magic you tapped into last night. I believe your path is that of the Red Mage.”

 

I had heard of Red Mages before. There were a few in Bastok serving in the Legion. They were Mages, but not normal ones. They wore armor of warriors and were trained in the arts of swordplay. I'd seen a few of them fight in sparring sessions on the training grounds and they were just a fierce as their warrior counterparts and as potent as their mage brethren.

 

“How will I get there?”

 

“I will have full orders drawn up in about a week. Right now, I want you to return home and rest-“

 

“But-“ I tried to object, but Volker cut me off. “That's an order, Legionnaire!” His voice was a sharp as a blade that time. I cringed a bit and simply (but with much effort) snapped a salute. “Yes, sir!” A few minutes later, I was entering the house. It seemed so strange with mother not being there. I went to the table and picked up the linkpearl that sat there.

 

I have to say linkpearls have always intrigued me. Such a small item being able to send messages clear across the world. I still do not know exactly how they work. I bet those little crafty moogles have something to with it. Considering they come up with the most interesting things. The safes that most people use for storage, the lockers in Aut Ugathan, not to mention the ability to change your abilities with only a request of one. Of all the creatures on Vana'diel, they have to be the most interesting and also the most mysterious.

 

Anyway, I tried to contact father to tell him what happened, but he wasn't answering. That disturbed me a little bit to be honest. He almost never ignored the pearl unless he was really busy.

 

“Well, I guess I will have to try later.” I said to no one in particular. After shedding my armor and taking a quick bath to wash the blood from my body, I retired to my room and fell asleep within moments.

 

* * * * *

 

The week passed without event and when Volker came to my home with the orders, I was for the most part recovered. The orders were for me to report to the consulate in the Federation of Windurst. A ticket for the airship leaving tomorrow was included within the envelope that was delivered. After getting my orders, I tried to contact father again, but as with before, there was no answer. Sighing, I went upstairs to pack.

 

Early the next morning, I was summoned to the Republic Armory for refitting. I guess they didn't want a legionnaire running around with cheap armor and no sword. It actually felt good drawing my new armor. It was a set of harnesses with metal attached to leather. On the left shoulder guard, the crest of the Bastokan Legion gleamed with pride. The sword that now hung on my side was also much better quality then the blade I had before. A few hours later, I was boarding the airship heading for Jeuno and then on to Windurst.