I've completely changed the starting of the Final Fantasy story that I had before I went on to write my short story. This will probably be the only time I post any of the story because I see it being a very long project and no doubt many changes to the story will occur.

At the moment the title of the story is: Final Fantasy: The Quest for Magic Peace. The quest for magic peace is an old yahoo group where I first started doing roleplay stories and i wanted to put it in the title out of respect because without that group I would never still be roleplaying and writing stories.

So anyway the start of the story:

Final Fantasy: The Quest For Magic Peace

The room was only lit by the moonlight that shone through the attic window. The bare room housed a small, broken bed in which a man of only twenty years of age called Lone slept restlessly. He was dreaming or rather having a nightmare. Images of a pale, young looking man with long, wavy blonde hair rattled his dreams. The blonde haired man was attacking him, not with weapons or his fists but with his teeth.

Lone woke in a cold sweat, panting heavily. The dream had felt so real to him. Lone wiped his face and rubbed his eyes before getting out of the bed and walking over to the mirror that hung at an acute angle on the wall. Staring at himself he knew that it had been no dream. His face shone bright white, helped by the moonlight reflecting against his face. His whole face looked and felt so smooth like he was a porcelain doll. His short, spiked in all directions, black hair with tufts of streaked red at the front looked perfectly normal, however, now his eyes matched the colour of the front of his hair. His eyes sparkled dark red when they were usually electric blue in colour. Lone was in shock at what he had become. Opening his mouth he looked away from the mirror in horror. A pair of sharp, pointy teeth or fangs protruded from the top set of his teeth.

It was then that he heard a voice coming from the far end of the attic. “Do not be afraid.” The man from Lone’s dreams walked out of the shadows. He was dressed in a beautiful black, gothic, velvet suit with a white, rumpled shirt underneath the jacket. A long white scarf forming a bow hung around his neck. The man was incredibly handsome. His yellow eyes drew you into him, almost hypnotising you. Lone backed away from the man and stopped when he bumped into his bed behind him. Lone was shaking. He was so scared and he knew that the man in front of him was the one that had changed him. Lone knew what he was now but didn’t want to admit it. A Vampire, a creature with eternal life, only allowed to live in darkness and only killed by sunlight, fire and decapitation of the head. Stories of Vampires having no reflection Lone now knew to be completely false. Vampires live in the dark half of the world. The half in which the blue sun blocks the yellow sun and creates eternal night. A place littered with Vampires and other worldly beasts that keep to the night. Only when nightfall falls over the light half of the world can the viscous beasts pray on the villages and towns, feeding on the innocent and causing havoc before returning to darkness before sunrise.

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The world with the two suns of which only one ever sets when the moons of Orinda cause an eclipse for roughly twelve hours a day, houses two main races on the light side of the world - the Hume and the Elvaan. Each race centres within and near their Kingdoms; the Kingdom of Valla of the Hume and the Kingdom of Holden of the Elvaan. Other races live within the light side of the world. Some live in small villages like the Moogles and others in large cities such as the Methra. In all there are nine known races that live in sunlight.

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Lone faced the Vampire afraid to speak and also saddened by the thought of never being Hume again and therefore never seeing sunlight again. The Vampire didn’t appear to be angry as he gracefully walked towards Lone. The Vampire had come to Lone earlier in the night while he slept and taking Lone by surprise, he pinned him to the bed and lunged his fangs into Lone’s throat. After the attack Lone had drifted into a deep sleep while the transformation took place.

Lone finally found his voice as the Vampire drew near. “W-w-what do you want with me?”

The Vampire stopped and smiled, making him look even more beautiful. “Take a seat on the bed.” He said in a gentle voice. Lone hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed not taking his eyes off the Vampire. The Vampire cleared his throat before speaking again. “I am sorry to have made you a Vampire without your consent. If I had explained myself and asked you, you would have said no and I need you so I gave you no choice.” To Lone the Vampire sounded very proper and acted in a manner not like the demons people always said Vampires were.

Sensing Lone’s thoughts the Vampire smiled softly and said, “Not all of us act like bloodthirsty demons. Not all of us look deformed either. As a Vampire I can choose to not evolve into a grotesque creature. Hence my young, clean-shaven good looks.” Lone was startled that the Vampire had read his mind. Lone wondered what other powers the Vampire possessed. “Back to your question though. What do I want with you that nobody else could help me with, well it’ to do with your past.” The words hit Lone hard. His transformation was to do with his past, but what was so special about his past?

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Lone was born Marcus Twilight and only when both his parents had passed away did he become known as Lone. He was a single child of the legendary knight of Valla Jacque Twilight and his wife Marie Twilight. Lone therefore had a very luxurious up bringing living in the capital of the Kingdom of Valla called Tavern City where he spent most of his days in the King’s palace with the King’s son, Lance and daughter, Sophia whom was Lone’s best friends. The second war between the Hume and the Mage broke out when Lone was fifteen years old. In the final battle Lone’s father was killed sacrificing himself to destroy the Mage leader, Lord Voldt. It was the turning point in Lone’s life. His mother months after passed away from a broken heart, but Lone knew it to be from stress from not receiving any compensation from the King for his father’s death. Lone knew the King to be a stern but he couldn’t believe the King would not help his mother out and thus Lone strongly resented the King.

Without a family Lone was truly ‘alone’ and hence why he renamed himself. The riches his parents had, soon dwindled away to buy food and keep a house over Lone’s head. Without a job, even though Lone was highly intellectual from a private education, Lone ended up losing everything. His friendship with Lance and Sophia ended abruptly after his father’s death. Lone would never set foot in the King’s palace again and even after letters from Lance explaining that he would try and help Lone out, Lone felt he would do better being on his own.

Lone managed to survive in Tavern City through stealing. He lived in a shack with a few other thieves whom all worked for a corrupt merchant. Lone’s last mission in Tavern City was to steal a gigantic precious jewel from the local museum. Lone was very talented at pick pocketing and using stealth to swipe goods. The jewel mission was a huge task and an even bigger mistake.