Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Discussion/Practice Thread

[LyhteNoctis]

"Hear...feel...think..."

How long has it been since those very words drove me from my aimless wanderings to the great deserts of Ul'dah, the evergreen forests of Gridania, the swashbuckling streets of Limsa Lominsa, the snow cloaked peaks of Ishgard and beyond? Truly I cannot say. At times it seems like only yesterday that I started this journey, even though so many years have passed.



So much has happened, since last, we saw each other... they say it is because of my deeds that this is so. That it is because of my strength that the realm has the salve it needs to heal, but if it were not for all those who stood beside me, I would never have persevered. Without the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, I would never have known of the power of the Echo, to transcend the very soul, and conquered the Primals that plagued the realm. If it was not for the aid of the Grand Companies and Cid, I would have never been able to destroy the Ultima Weapon. However, I wouldn’t be writing this if it were not for all those I lost to betrayal and sacrifice for better dawn. Certainly, I would never have stood my ground against the Garlean Empire, Dragonsong War and Storm without them.



This journey has been a hard one. The dust of battle is finally settling. A new age is just over the horizon just within reach. Maybe at long last, I can rest from my travels for a while and relish in this moment.

But that was never to be, was it?

Another voice calls to me... he beckons me to where you rest. Even though so much time has passed since that day I still remember our adventure within the Crystal Tower as NOAH.

I can still see the arcane halls of the Ancients, and the crystalized throne upon Syrcus Towers top within my mind. The expansive World of Darkness that seemed to have no end, just like its dark mistress the Cloud. I wonder if Doga and Uni are still in epic blows with that monstrosity or they are now free from their destiny at last. I hope for the latter.

Who would have thought that a man who once served the Empire so loyally would change for the better because of those two? And if I recall Nero was not the only one who changed!

When first we met you seemed a young youth too eager to jump into danger when it presented itself. I cannot help but laugh at the memory of Cid and Rammbroes continuous attempts to keep you in check. You remind me of myself when first I took up the sword. The moment your once emerald left eye took up the same crimson glow as your right, you grew. No longer were you the overeager young man that I first met, but a man who would someday become a great hero in your own right. This I was sure of when you decided to rest within those crystal halls.



Where are you, I wonder, within that massive structure? What did you say as the golden doors closed, finalizing our goodbye? What kind of realm have we shaped? Do you know why he calls me back to you?

I know that these questions may never be answered, but it is better to write them down all the same. I do not wish to cause undue concern to Tataru. For deep down, I know this is a journey I must walk alone to save those who have fallen into deep slumber. If you are reading this, my friend, may it mean that I have succeeded and all I have done has not been in vain. That all these worries are for not. For you are the only one who knows how this story ends.

Wait, this feeling, could he be?

No, never mind.

I promise, no matter what darkness may await me, I will continue the good fight! This story will have a happy ending, by the Twelve and all who have fallen, I swear!