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Final Fantasy XIV A New Tale

This is my first ever Fan-Fic, writing about a game I recently got into FFXIV. (Currently in StormBlood will write the story with current info I know and a bit of made up stuff on my part ;D ) You do not need any knowledge of the game or anything to get into this as all will be explained as you are a newbie

Silvyr_Holavyr · ゲーム
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Prologue

The skies were raining with balls of flame, a red moon unnatural in appearance following closely behind. Cracks formed in the surface, with what seemed like blue pieces holding it together falling off creating more chaos on the land below.

Civilians in every major city looked towards the skies, trepidation as to whether or not they will live to see their kin. They watched as the balls of flame wrecked havoc upon the land they live, where their families lived and countless more before them hopeless to stop it.

Not far away from this apocalyptic scene was a battle between two armies, of magic and machine. Explosions, crackling of fire spells, shields clashing and the screaming of those who have fallen.

High atop a cliff, 3 leaders watched as their men and women fought to the death.

A lady fair and small, her blonde hair dirtied by the battle below and the catastrophe above. Wearing a white robe and a horned head piece, she gripped onto her staff tightly. Watching with her bright blue eyes the battle unfold below.

A large man adorned in a helmet with bull like like horns sat atop his mount armoured as well as him. His bronze skin glistened with sweat and his old and weary face betraying no emotion on what he saw below.

A woman with hair white as snow and a slightly green/blue complexion, held onto the reigns of her mount watching the scenes unfold below, her brows furrowed.

They were Kan-E-Senna leader of The Twin Adders and Gridania, Raubahn Leader of The Immortal Flames of Ul'Dah and Merlwyb leader of The Maelstrom and Limsa Lominsa and together they are the Eorzean Alliance.

An airship of steel loomed above amidst the flaming moon, a man of iron stood proudly on the deck with others behind him watching the battle go on.

The battlefield lay riddled with bodies after just mere minutes of fighting, machine contraptions firing flaming balls of steel the size of a man decimating anyone in its path.

5 heroes stood out from the rest, one grabbed in a black mages attire fully covered up except for his one eye with his elf ears sticking out. Charging up an attack he threw an spell of fire which destroyed the machine contraptions.

A warrior with a heavy metal axe charged forward towards the enemies and spun around unleashing a flurry of attacks taking out plenty in succession.

Lifting up the visor to his helmet he exposed his blue eyes and stubbles face which showed to be human and looked towards the sky, at the glaring red moon threatening to destroy all. Distracted a stay bullet skimmed his armour knocking him back serval feet.

A ranger with cat ears and face paint shoot a flurry of arrows at multiple targets eliminating them and helped the warrior recover allowing for the healer to get to him.

The healer, clearly a lalafell due to her childish size and pointy ears cast a spell to help the warrior recover while the rest proved cover, destroying all who came close.

The paladin, a Roegadyn with his towering body at the front keeping the attention focused on him so the others may work in some manner of peace.

A deafening crash silenced the battlefield causing all to look at the cause. A tower of unknown origin or material crashed down from the red moon and cleared the area around it making it devoid of life.

Knocked back by the shockwave the warrior looked on in shock as the red moon exploded, a manner of creature exposing itself flinging the debris from the moon everywhere causing untold causalities.

The first to break through were the wings which spanned for a mile each looking like hell incarnate. It's head reeling back clearly revealing that of a dragons.

With a loud roar he blew the moon to pieces and sent destruction tenfold to the cities and its surrounding areas, all while the heroes watched on helplessly.

Not yet finished the dragon charged forward in the sky releasing fire in all directions comparable to a multitude of missiles being fired off at once lighting up the once darkened sky to resemble that of dawn.

The cities barely holding on after the debris from the moon near collapsed after the torrent of flames hit them with many massive building collapsing and killing possible hundreds of thousands of civilian and military alike.

Watching as a large ball of flame came towards them, they watched a blue shield came up out of nowhere to protect them. Turing around they saw an elven old man wielding a staff conjure up the shield.

Struggling to keep up with the monstrous strength of the dragon the shield was destroyed, but not before dispelling the ball of flame.

Exhausted the old man leaned on his staff and looked up to see the dragon wrapping itself in its wings before unspreading them and creating a massive gale of wind to clear the smoke.

Multiple motes of lights shot into the air, the cause being the prayers of certain individuals being directed to their gods. Using the power of these prayers the old mage gathered the power into his staff into a large ditch effort to seal the dragon.

Spears of light formed into the air surrounding the dragon, then with the speed of light disappeared and shot into the dragon from all angles possible.

Creating a strange and majestic formation which spanned for miles on end, converting into a massive sphere it wrapped itself around its foe a pentagram appearing around it with the symbols of all 12 Gods.

As the formation was finalising an explosion like none other occurred destroying the combined magic of 12 gods completely. The dragon now free again and enraged at the mortals below released an attack akin to that of the sun.

Watching this monstrosity fall towards the ground the old mage resolutely slammed his now broken staff to the ground and contoured up an unknown magic onto the 5 heroes.

Being surrounded by light the heroes were perplexed as to what was going on as they disappeared one by one.

Now out of energy completely the old mage looked to the red sun coming towards him and smiled before being eaten up by the flames.

What had happened to the heroes? The Warriors of Light? Had they died? Or are they alive somewhere, still fighting?

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Okay that felt long af to me lol I don't know ho people write so much, you freaks.

Pray forgive the poor grammar if there is any or if it's boring lmao. It is my first time writing since school so I would like you opinions of the first chapter ^^