The Crystal Chronicle
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,028
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Final Fantasy series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
The Crystal Chronicle
By
Luminous Blane
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy or any related properties. This story is written without knowledge or consent of Square Enix. This story is not for profit.
Prologue:
When the world was young, and the land was new, four races lived and worked throughout the land.
The Selkies were good-humored, believing that fun should be the driving force in any task.
The Clavats were less playful, but got along well with others, and were the first tribe to develop an agricultural system. With their help, the Selkies, and the Lilties, were brought out of their wandering ages.
But then the Lilties grew ambitious. They knew the iron in the heart of the earth. They mined it, traded it, and controlled it. They shaped the iron into weapons, with which to show their strength in war, to conquer the Clavats and the Selkies.
The Clavats did not want to fight. They were already happy to share their crops with the Lilties, and saw very little change in their lifestyle under Lilty rule.
But the Selkies hated the Lilties for their conquest. Their laws crushed the free spirits of the Selkies, and so the Selkies lashed out, fighting back. Captured Selkies were publicly executed. The sight of such cruelty brought rage to the calm Clavat peoples, drawing their tribe to divide. Many remained docile and under Lilty control, while others joined the Selkies.
Finally, the fourth race spoke out. The wise Yukes left their hidden homes and entered this war. Their search for knowledge caused them to weep at the destruction of the Selkie way of life, and all the history therein, so they pushed back to stop the war. The Lilties were the strongest, without exception, but the Yukes called to the world itself. The fires leapt at their enemies, the winds blew against them, the earth trembling beneath them, threatening to give way, through a force that the Yukes called “Magic.”
The Yukes established peace between the four races, though there was necessity for them to be forceful about it, but did not enforce any law. Only coexistence. So long as all the races survived, they would be appeased. Though their job was done, many Yukes did not deign to return to their home, and instead decided to study the ways of life of the other races first hand.
villages were no longer composed of one tribe, but would now have members of all four tribes, coexisting, if begrudgingly, with one another. Over time, villages grew to towns, towns grew to cities, and cities grew to countries. And then, the crystals were found.
The crystals possessed incredible power, and once more, wars began to ravage the land. Each tribe was divided amongst itself, into dozens of warring armies, fighting for the power of the crystals. Finally, the Lilties once more brought their armies forth, now with the power that the Yukes had shown to the other three races as well as their incredible strength. This time, however, they fought not for conquest, but to create a kingdom where the people could live in peace together, as they did before the crystals. After centuries of war, finally, their kingdom stood, covering the whole of the world, and guiding the people with the help of the crystals. There was peace. For a time.
As with all great power, the crystals drew those whose ambitions for power and conquest darkened their hearts.
And as with all who seek to abuse power, they were impeded by those who knew that the power must be respected. There were many battles of the crystals, but all ended with the empire standing, and their crystals strong. No enemy in the world could break this empire’s power, nor the power of its crystals.
Then it happened. The sky was torn open, and a star fell to the earth. A plague spread throughout the world, a deadly, horrible gas killing hundreds of people…but some survived, through the crystals.
Their power could no longer be used as freely as it once had. Now, the whole of a crystal’s energy was used to create a barrier, through which no miasma could pass. If any was used for another cause, it risked draining the power and letting the miasma in.
Still, it had been long known that the power of a crystal was finite, and when their glow began to dim, there was only one thing anyone could do: seek the Myrrh.
No one knows what Myrrh is, or how the Myrrh trees come to be, but the Myrrh, sometimes thought to be the essence of life, was the only thing in the world that could rejuvenate a crystal.
People set out to gather Myrrh, year after year, groups carrying a small shard of the crystal to protect them. It was not long, however, before they learned that miasma was not the only threat. There had long been creatures, monsters, violent, vicious, angry, lurking in the world’s dark corners. In the cover of the Miasma, they grew bold, endangering the travelers. With their villages at stake, however, they carried on, valiantly. Traveling from tree to tree, and even to other towns, and across the world.
Those who sought Myrrh had to be warriors to protect themselves, traders to replenish supplies, explorers to find new Myrrh trees, hunters to feed themselves, and friends to trust one another.
These groups came to be known as the Crystal Caravans. Each town sent them out, and each year, they would fetch a full chalice worth of Myrrh, with the crystal shard they carried mounted on the chalice to protect them.
The Clavats farmed the earth. The Yukes guided the magic of the world. The Lilties fought and forged. But the Selkies had only their love of water. They could swim, they could fish…But a fisherman who lives in a landlocked city will be hard pressed to find work. As time passed, with so little market to work in, the Selkies in these towns where hiring had become tribally biased had no choice but to resort to crime to feed themselves.
Selkies became outcasts, criminals, shunned by the others. Even those who would abide the law were hated, in public or in secret, by those around them. In time, most Selkies decided to leave the others, and made their new home on an island. Here, they could fish, dance, and play. Many places saw few Selkies outside of this one island’s caravan, traveling to keep their tribe alive.
Just as all traveled, to keep their tribes, their villages, their loved ones, and their dreams alive.
By
Luminous Blane
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy or any related properties. This story is written without knowledge or consent of Square Enix. This story is not for profit.
Prologue:
When the world was young, and the land was new, four races lived and worked throughout the land.
The Selkies were good-humored, believing that fun should be the driving force in any task.
The Clavats were less playful, but got along well with others, and were the first tribe to develop an agricultural system. With their help, the Selkies, and the Lilties, were brought out of their wandering ages.
But then the Lilties grew ambitious. They knew the iron in the heart of the earth. They mined it, traded it, and controlled it. They shaped the iron into weapons, with which to show their strength in war, to conquer the Clavats and the Selkies.
The Clavats did not want to fight. They were already happy to share their crops with the Lilties, and saw very little change in their lifestyle under Lilty rule.
But the Selkies hated the Lilties for their conquest. Their laws crushed the free spirits of the Selkies, and so the Selkies lashed out, fighting back. Captured Selkies were publicly executed. The sight of such cruelty brought rage to the calm Clavat peoples, drawing their tribe to divide. Many remained docile and under Lilty control, while others joined the Selkies.
Finally, the fourth race spoke out. The wise Yukes left their hidden homes and entered this war. Their search for knowledge caused them to weep at the destruction of the Selkie way of life, and all the history therein, so they pushed back to stop the war. The Lilties were the strongest, without exception, but the Yukes called to the world itself. The fires leapt at their enemies, the winds blew against them, the earth trembling beneath them, threatening to give way, through a force that the Yukes called “Magic.”
The Yukes established peace between the four races, though there was necessity for them to be forceful about it, but did not enforce any law. Only coexistence. So long as all the races survived, they would be appeased. Though their job was done, many Yukes did not deign to return to their home, and instead decided to study the ways of life of the other races first hand.
villages were no longer composed of one tribe, but would now have members of all four tribes, coexisting, if begrudgingly, with one another. Over time, villages grew to towns, towns grew to cities, and cities grew to countries. And then, the crystals were found.
The crystals possessed incredible power, and once more, wars began to ravage the land. Each tribe was divided amongst itself, into dozens of warring armies, fighting for the power of the crystals. Finally, the Lilties once more brought their armies forth, now with the power that the Yukes had shown to the other three races as well as their incredible strength. This time, however, they fought not for conquest, but to create a kingdom where the people could live in peace together, as they did before the crystals. After centuries of war, finally, their kingdom stood, covering the whole of the world, and guiding the people with the help of the crystals. There was peace. For a time.
As with all great power, the crystals drew those whose ambitions for power and conquest darkened their hearts.
And as with all who seek to abuse power, they were impeded by those who knew that the power must be respected. There were many battles of the crystals, but all ended with the empire standing, and their crystals strong. No enemy in the world could break this empire’s power, nor the power of its crystals.
Then it happened. The sky was torn open, and a star fell to the earth. A plague spread throughout the world, a deadly, horrible gas killing hundreds of people…but some survived, through the crystals.
Their power could no longer be used as freely as it once had. Now, the whole of a crystal’s energy was used to create a barrier, through which no miasma could pass. If any was used for another cause, it risked draining the power and letting the miasma in.
Still, it had been long known that the power of a crystal was finite, and when their glow began to dim, there was only one thing anyone could do: seek the Myrrh.
No one knows what Myrrh is, or how the Myrrh trees come to be, but the Myrrh, sometimes thought to be the essence of life, was the only thing in the world that could rejuvenate a crystal.
People set out to gather Myrrh, year after year, groups carrying a small shard of the crystal to protect them. It was not long, however, before they learned that miasma was not the only threat. There had long been creatures, monsters, violent, vicious, angry, lurking in the world’s dark corners. In the cover of the Miasma, they grew bold, endangering the travelers. With their villages at stake, however, they carried on, valiantly. Traveling from tree to tree, and even to other towns, and across the world.
Those who sought Myrrh had to be warriors to protect themselves, traders to replenish supplies, explorers to find new Myrrh trees, hunters to feed themselves, and friends to trust one another.
These groups came to be known as the Crystal Caravans. Each town sent them out, and each year, they would fetch a full chalice worth of Myrrh, with the crystal shard they carried mounted on the chalice to protect them.
The Clavats farmed the earth. The Yukes guided the magic of the world. The Lilties fought and forged. But the Selkies had only their love of water. They could swim, they could fish…But a fisherman who lives in a landlocked city will be hard pressed to find work. As time passed, with so little market to work in, the Selkies in these towns where hiring had become tribally biased had no choice but to resort to crime to feed themselves.
Selkies became outcasts, criminals, shunned by the others. Even those who would abide the law were hated, in public or in secret, by those around them. In time, most Selkies decided to leave the others, and made their new home on an island. Here, they could fish, dance, and play. Many places saw few Selkies outside of this one island’s caravan, traveling to keep their tribe alive.
Just as all traveled, to keep their tribes, their villages, their loved ones, and their dreams alive.