Summary
Once, a girl was found in the ruins of Nabis. No one seemed to know who she was, where she had come from, or how she got there. However, a kind family took her in, and named her Myst. She now lives in Achardia with her family. Hence where our story starts. Will she remember who she truly is, and her destiny?
Once, a girl was found in the ruins of Nabis. No one seemed to know who she was, where she had come from, or how she got there. However, a kind family took her in, and named her Myst. She now lives in Achardia with her family. Hence where our story starts. Will she remember who she truly is, and her destiny?
Chapter 1: Meetings
Myst awoke to the everyday sounds of Archadia. Yawning, she began to prepare herself for the coming day. Her features were clearly Dalmascan, and she had the typical Dalmascan haircut as well. Her hair was the typical Dalmascan brown, her eyes were a dull green. She was sixteen years old. Myst, however, couldn't ever recall living in Dalmasca. For the past two years, she had tended to the shop with her foster family in Arachadia. There was no way to find out her heritage, and personally, she wasn't bothered by it. Working in the family shop was the only future she would ever have and ever want.
Her foster family adopted Myst and taken her to Archadia nearly two years ago, just after the war. The Arachadian Empire had started the war because of fear of the other empire making an allience with Dalmasca and Nabradia. Dalmasca and Nabradia were located just between the two Empires. After the Mist explosion in Nadis, Nabradia's capital, Myst had been found by Archadian troops. They nicknamed her Myst, and the name stuck. One of the soldiers took her back to Archadia to live with a family that had lost two sons to the war.
Myst was accepted into the family almost instantly. There was a mother, a father, and a twelve-year-old son, and they lived in the second and thired stories above a family run weoponry shop. Their family had lived there for a long time, and only the incredably old could remember a time when they didn't. Myst loved the place, and always felt at home when she was in the shop. However, financing and organization weren't exactly her strong points, so she was only left in charge of the shop if no one else would bother, or on garaunteed slow days.
Today didn't happen to be one of those slow days, appartently. A group of five people had just came in. One of them, a guy looked very familar to her. She could have sworned she'd seen him before.
"Hey Vaan, do we have enough gil to buy these daggers?" a girl with blonde braids asked. The guy, appartently Vaan, shrugged, apartently interested in a sword. Myst dully noted that the sword was very expensive.
Deciding that she had nothing to do with this group, and that her brother could handle a group of adventures, she went outside in search of information. It was often said in the Arachades that the city revolved around information. Today, there wasn't much anything different. Myst decided to head to the Aero Dome, clearly disappointed. Walking in the Aero Dome she noted a family having a small disagreement. Maybe some interesting will happen soon, she thought to herself.
"Excuse me, um, miss?" a man asked her. Quickly she stop daydreaming, and paid attention to who was talking. 'Man' wouldn't be a correct term. He looked barely older than her, maybe eighteen or nineteen.
"Yeah?" Myst asked.
"Would you happen to be from Dalmasca?" he asked. Now that she looked closer, he looked like he was from Dalmasca too.
"Why?"
"You look alot someone I used to know. That's all," he answered, a faint smile gracing his lips.
--sorry, but I don't have time to finish the first chapter right now, so I'll be on tomarrow to finish it--
