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Chapter 9: The Advent "How do we get through?" Fienrir glanced at one of the warriors nearby, who was completely in awe due to the massive twilight rays of the gates. "It looks nearly impassible, yet we could probably break through---" "We don't break through! Such idiocy will cause death!" Fienrir angrily replied at the man. "Then what do we do?" Roald quickly said. "We open it with an anctient Saradominian prayer...Then, an anctien Zamorakian spell." The warrior's around him broke into conversation. "You may think that it's impossible, but it's not. Roald, I need your help." "Why me?" Roald declared. "With your skill combined with mine, we can prove to Saradomin and the sages above that we are worthy can come to the golden lands." "But what are we proving to Zamorak?" Fienrir paused, and drew his sword. He replied: "We prove to him that we are not afraid. His army has pledged loyalty to him and only him,and that's how they got through. By Zamorak's power of temporary destabilizing the door. We are coming through by Zamorak." Roald smiled, and pulled his staff and prayer book out, and gestured the other warriors to keep whatch. Fienrir, his sword drawn, cleared the way of all of the spires that blocked his way of the Oracle. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Walking through this cave must have given the old man a back ache, Fienrir thought to himself. The cave was starting to get cooler, as his breath was appearing every time he took in air. But he had to speak to the oracle one last time before departing to Vad'Idlien, for he was the only one who could help. "It seems the path you tread is dangerous indeed, eh?" A voice proclaimed in the mere distance. "You've come for more advice...I have none, boy. But I had to tell you something anyway. Oh, yes. Now come here." A hand touched Fienrir's shoulder. Startled, he quickly spun around and saw a warm fire, the same set up as the mountain cave was. "Sit, my boy." He immediatley obeyed and sat down, as quick as he could. Clearing his throat, the Oracle began: "Good battle, indeed. Yes, it was a long fight, but you made it through okay. Sikie came back, and you nearly got killed on that deal, huh? Well, let's just say that he was an illusion beyond your belief. I've never seen such power, the power of ressurection that could manifest a body...The only power I have ever seen, enabling the mightiest to do that, is the power of Twilight." "The power of Twilight?" Fienrir jumped. "What is this?" "Well, a long time ago, Saradomin and the sages above wanted to create a realm so powerful that it could be of use to the Advent. Don't nod your head boy, look at me! Were was I? Oh yes, the Advent. The Advent was a prediction of Saradomin that was thought to be the savior of the land, the savior that would stop all evil, and end Zamorak's control over people. Over time, the sages went to develop the man in through their own eyes; A man that would strive to be at the top. I believe, Fienrir, that this prediction has finally been incarnated." "You do? Whom?" "You." Fienrir's face dropped, as it stiffened and became calm, he stuttered: "M-me? Why me?" "I don't know."Fienrir thought for a second, then slowly asked: "What is going to happen to me when I open the Twilight gates?" "The sages entrusted me with the power of prediction, not the power of choice. I cannot see what is going to happen to you after you open the twilight gates. You are faced with decisions, as I said, that will lead to your destiny. Wether you turn good or evil, Saradomin has placed the power within you. The spirit of Fenrir, the sacred wolf. I will tell you more of this later. But I must ask you. You looked confused, like you had awoken from a bad dream and couldn't believe what you had seen." "I did." Fienrir paused, then quietly said: "I think I have memories of my past...The past that I cannot remember. I remembered the order of Zamorak, and I killed them all because I refused to kill my loved one's. They tricked me, and I destroyed them. I...Felt as though I didn't have a place here." "Fienrir," the Oracle began "You saw Twilese memories. These are memories from the Zamorakian warrior that was destroyed, in this case, Sickie. You killed him once, correct? Well, do you remember him striking you dow? Was it not Reldo who saved you? Well, as he was killed the first time, his soul had 'enhanced twilight', as we call it. They become rejuvinated, and revive. When they die, the Twilight devours them. This is their dark promise to the twilight realm." Fienrir's face filled with despair upon this remark. " I see despair, because you know that you walk that path to that realm. Fienrir, we should talk about the twilight path again. "You chose this path because you wanted to become strong, just as the sages and Saradomin predicted. The dreams are there because the soul of Sikie is fused within you. Can you not feel the weight on your fingers?" Fienrir looked. He was right! Two rings were stuck to his index finger's. "Those are the signs of the Advent. Fienrir, now do you believe?" Fienrir nodded. He was right: He actually heard old folklore about the Advent, and Saradomin blesses the people with these gifts. "I...Can't believe it..." Fienrir started at the amazing beauty of the rings. "Let us get back to the hidden beast within you, Fenrir. You see, a long time ago, Saradomin had stopped a rampage of a beast known as Fenrir, a mythical beast that destroyed half of the land and killed countless people. He proclaimed that he would lock it away within a soul of purity, and promised control over it when the Advent was chosen. With those rings, Fienrir, you have control of Fenrir. You also have the ability to take in Zamorakian souls and their memories and become stronger...But with power comes pain. When you saw the dream, it was not you. It was Sikie's memory, and as you relive it once, you have the choice of looking back on it for future references." Fienrir made a gesture of happiness. "But to all of this...Is a catch, for a new darkness sleeps within you." Fienrir's happiness turned to impurity. "What?" "The new darkness...Saradmoin predicted that the soul would be blesssed with control, but the rings would symbolize a trial for the Advent. Yes, they make you stronger, also locking the Zamorakian souls within them. The prediction was 'The Advent's soul would be blessed with purity, ring with ring to save the land. But if Fenrir meets Fenrir, then the world will turn to fury.'" Fienrir thought for a split-second, then said: "My heart is Fenrir. But I don't understand the rest. Does it mean that I only have half of Fenrir's soul?" "No; you have both. Remember what I said, I don't know how you released such power without both soul halves. That's for you to figure out." Fienrir bowed his head. "I have control over Fenrir, but my other entity?" "Again...I don't know when your other entity will be released...But you'll have to face it on your own." The echoes of their voices trailed off, as Fienrir though deeply, but it was quickly interupted by the Oracle: "Tell me, do you remember your true name?" Fienrir slowly lifted his head up, locking his eyesight with the Oracles'. "You are...Interested, no? Yes, I don't know your true name, but you will discover it. But remember mine: Tiresias." "A true name, Ora---I mean, Tiresias. You cannot see beyond choice...But tell me; do you think, in the end...Will I live or die?" Tiresias thought for a brief moment, then happily proclaimed: "I believe in you. Ultimatley, the God's and the Sages predicted death, but I know you will live." "Thank-you again, Tiresias. I will never forget your kindness; I must begone now." Fienrir exited the cave, swiftly and stealthy like, as he heard the last words of Tiresias: "Remember, your fear is only courage within darkness..."

Actually, the story is still going...For a little while more. If you find this post...Cool. I'm gonna write more soon.

This story is getting crazy now!!! :ohnoes: Keep up the good work everyone!!! :thumbsup: :wall: OW!

Oh, Xewleer, you don't have to put Fienrir/Argarok :lol: Just Fienrir, Argarok is just an...Altar ego...Or more of his dark side that no one knows about besides Ed. Okay, with that cleared up... "What is the Twilight path?" Ed asked. Fienrir sighed, a solemn sigh that signaled a tale of a long story. He stuck his blade into the ground, and began his story: "The twilight path...Is a path only navigated by those who are daring and noble enough to walk it. It is a dangerous path; it binds those to an ancient curse known as the Trilese, where the anctient sages of our land embody that one person with a dangerous manifestation that threaten's the person's soul. Like a virus, it slowly takes over the body...But not with a sickness. No, darkness is the only way the Trilese can survive. "Being the only one noble enough o walk a path this dangerous, I sought out the sages, and prayed to them for this power. The embodied me with these accursed rings you see on my fingers. With them, it allows my dangerous dark side, my deadly alter ego, Argarok, to come out and destroy the threat to the host. Obviously, I'm the host. Containing an evil spirit is never easy, Ed. Having to always seek and quell souls to keep Argarok at bay..." "That...Wasn't you who killed that guy? It was...Argarok?" "Correct. But when I went to the war, I never intended for Argarok to be released...But he was. So my name goes widespread and famous for wiping out half of the opposing army. Ya, half of them were killed respectfully by me. The other half was obliderated by Argarok..." Fienrir fell silent. Ed spoke up: "What do you mean by 'seeking souls'?" "Well, think of it. Oblideration is a term for destroying, and leaving no traces of anything. What Argarok does is feasts on the soul of the man, then his body wanes away in never ending twilight." Ed nodded his head, almost in a trance. Fienrir pulled himself up, saying: "Let us be going, the king of Varrok had invited me long ago to an event he is hosting; he wants me to be with him...We've been very good friends since we were teenagers. All of the army was invited back, but I came back first...Anyway, come along!" Fienrir nudged Ed up, gesturing him to follow. "Alright, Fienrir," Ed replied happily "But only if you teach me how to perfectly aim a bow!" He laughed. Fienrir only smiled. "You got it, Ed." Arriving at the grand city, crowded as ever, Fienrir knew he wouldn't have to keep a high guard here. "Alright Ed," Fienrir said "take this money, and get a new supply of arrows, and a new bow if you would like." Ed happily took the money, running towards the fletching shop, and Fienrir walked towards the grand castle. He wwas relieved when he reached the shade; either it was hot, or the body heat from thse people are making it warm. Regardless, Fienrir slowly walked inside of the castle (there was no difference inside; there were actually more people inside than out!) and whistled. "Fienrir!" Looking over, the king was walking towards him, readying himself for the code of arms (A handshake to tell if you were to kill the man or not). "You came! I was afraid that you would be side tracked." "Oh, I was. I'm actually training a kid, who had wished to run away from his home." "Really?" "He's very strong...I want him to be my pupil..." "He's that strong? Incredible..." "He has a heart of a lion...He is going to be a very strong lad." King Roald pat Fienrir's back, repliying: "He may have a heart of a lion, but does he have a heart of Fenrir? You do..." "You know as well as I do...I'm known for that...But I have a heart of a demon." Roald and Fienrir were already at the top of the tower, looking over all of the people, and Fienrir saw Ed running towards the castle. Roald cleared his voice (Fienrir cast a spell to be projected), and began: "Welcome one and all! I'm very glad that all of you could make it. As you all know, it is the first annual festival, and all of our warriors from the war have returned. Many of you have been wondering were the warrior of legend went, or what happened to him. Well, he is right here. Please, welcome Fienrir!" The crowd boomed with cheers of excitment and awe.

Not trying to be a pushover, but... Guy's, fists of ozzy and issy, are you guys gonna...You know, eventually...Ever meet up with us? Our stories are starting to get their own edge, were we might never meet and they'll become seperate stories...I dunno, you guys are coming with a completely new approach (Which is good :thumbsup: ) But it DOES look like our supposedly "One whole RPG story" is becoming two. You guys are doing good with the alternation, but are we gonna merge them soon? :-k I guess time will tell. :XD:

Remember me? I had a dragoon at job level 99, refia's was at 93 (red mage), my ninja was at 24 :lol: and my dark knight at job level 90 with everyone at level 70.Crystal tower was a pain!!! :wall:

oops, looks like we both made the next part of the story...My bad. I was creating it and didn't know :ohnoes: Which one do you like better? We'll go with the one you choose...

Again, excelleny guys. Be careful to follow eachother's endings. Remember, this isn't a run around, we have to all meet somehow. Fienrir slowly walked into the bank, listening to the merchants try to sell their belongings and the buyers offering their amount. Nothing suspicious here, he thought. He was about to withdraw his sword, but he heard one of the merchants pose a threat upon a young woman. "That's all you can offer? Get out of my sight, knave!" He slapped the girl onto the ground. "How about you get out of my sight before you die?" Fienrir's red eye glinted with rage, his blue eye slowly converting to a tinted orange. "And who are you? The tax collector?" The wealthy around him laughed. "Me?" Swiftly, Fienrir threw the blade and swiftly, faster that lightning, ran behind the man and caught the blade, now holding it against the man's neck. Edward noticed that Fienrir's eyes were completely blood-shot and red, as those around him fled for cover, Edward, too. "Please, let me go?" "The avarice of man...Cover's those who would hit a woman with few gold coins to the ground, who would go to such lengths as to sell a cheap sword for such a price." Fienrir took the two-handed sword and crushed it with his hands. "You asked who I was? Well..." He smashed the man with the hilt of his blade "I am Argarok!" The man drew a cresent blade and a defender, awaiting Argarok's next move. "Valiance blinds the ignorant..." Argarok hled the sword in the air, forming a fire ball "You are one of the ignorant fools!" He released the fireball into the man, melting the armor off of his body, burning his toroso, also. "What was that?! That was no normal fireball!" The man was now on his knees, begging for mercy. Argarok stepped over to the man, holding his blade up to the man's scarred neck, and replied: "Pick up your sword...Fight me as you would a regular man." The man scowled, and picked up his cresent blade, and attempted to slash Argarok. Failed attempt. Argarok smashed the man out of the bank, onto the sands of the heated desert of Al-Karhid, blood dripping from his toroso. Argarok showed no mercy, running out into the heat, taking in his power, and slashed the man into a nearby house. "P-Please..." The man was dripping with blood, burns scarred his red body. He was crying, begging for mercy. "Mercy...Is for the weak." Argarok jumped into the air, and held his sword into a stab position, crushing the man's chest with the tip of the blade, finishing the man's life. Argarok smiled, and the red eyes receded, reforming into a red eye, the other blue, and Fienrir withdrew the blade from the chest of the man, rage and anguish filled his eyes. The body quickly melted into oblivion, leaving only the bones of the man behind. "May Saradomin gaurd you well..." Fienrir fearlessly buried the bones, and walked back into the bank. "Fienrir...What---" "Enough. I'll explain later." "Th-thank you..." The young woman walked up to him, bowing to him. "Get up...Don't bow down to me. But take this." He took a small note from his pocket. The woman took it, and gasped: "Why give me this money? It is so much..." Fienrir had already walked out before she could say anymore. "What happens next?" "I don't know, Edward. That display you saw was nothing but my rage." Fienrir and Edward were relaxing beside a tree in Lumbridge. "Okay, then...Tell me...What is this 'Twilight path'?"

Well, I'm back. Good job everyone. Especially Issy, nice long posts make the world go 'round. So, Ed and Fienrir (By the way people, I want to clarify that Fienrir is pronounced [Phayn rear]) met up and now we must know how to meet up. Let's start with... "Edward!" Fienrir withdrew his sword into the giant sheath that was hanging from his back. "Coming..." The depressed voice said, as he walked towards the river. He noticed worry in Edwards eyes, and saw a glint of a tear strem down his face. "What's wrong? You miss your family? If you do, then go back." "No! You've taught me...That choosing a path is hard, light or darkness. You chose neither, but it makes no sense! So what are you?" Edward made an angry jesture with his fists. "I guess you've never heard of the path that runs in-between Lux and Tenebris. The path that was saught out by many, but could never be walked because of the terrible power contained within! The path of Twilight is a path that is danger among others; look at these...Rings." Edward listened intently to the long explanation, and looked at the two rings that reflected the sun's rays with an immense glint. "They...Cannot come off." Edward looked up at the Fienrir's face, a face that can scar a man, the face of defeat. "I'm...Sorry." Edward said to Fienrir, as they walked into the heat of the desert. Fienrir made no sudden movements, nor did he make a jesture that would mean "It's okay." Instead, he walked towards the bank, and slowly gripped the handle of his blade for any defensive manuevers he would have to pull. Edward knew there would be trouble coming up. "Stay on guard, you here? There are many guards here...Looking for me." "Is that good or bad?" Edward chuckled. Fienrir did not respond to the idiotic laugh, but pulled Edward behind his back, drawing the thick, platnium blade from it's sheathe. "Bad."

I contacted one guy...Fists of ozzy? Hope they join. After your next post, let's stop and await the others. "My name is Fienrir." He said to the boy, following in close pursuit. "I'm...Edward." He looked amazed. "Edward...I like that name. I won't ask you about why you wanted to run away, yet. Instead, I'm going to train you to get out of those poor stances. All afternoon, Edward and Fienrir worked themselves to the bone... "Whew! That was fun!" Edward exclaimed happily. "You are excellent at fighting!" Fienrir replied. "Were did you learn magic?" "The wars." "I knew your name was familiar! Your Fienrir, hero of heroes! I can't believe it!" "Believe it...Now kid, I have a question." "Ask away!" Edward was really excited. "If you had a choice...Between light and darkness, which would you take?" "What did you choose?" "Neither."

The young boy seemed alarmed. "Please, do not be afraid, I overheard your thoughts of...Running away. I'm here to..." The boy was shaking, an arrow drawn towards Fienrir's head. "With that poor stance, the arrow will never hit me." "Oh yea?" The boy shot the arrow, and Fienrir, swift as an elf, caught the arrow mid-air. The boy was stunned. "Shall we go for a walk? I'll explain everything on the way." My character rests in your hands, for the time being. :D

Fienrir ran faster and faster, blacking out in the process... Or at least that is all Fienrir remembered. He had awakened outside of a house, an average sized house, and was awakened by the screams of a young boy: "I'm leaving tommorow...And no one is gonna stop me!" Fienrir got up to the rude awakening, remembering his past. He hated reading minds! Thinking to himself, Fienrir never had a real family, a family that could hug him and kiss him good night. His family was killed during war, his father was killed in action, and his mother commited suicide not long after, leaving Fienrir alone. He thought this boy was lucky, and he shouldn't walk out on his family. But alas, Fienrir cannot control destiny. Reluctently, he sat down to await the young boy the next morning, stabbing the sword into the ground. Hey, you should PM (messege) the others to get them going. I think you just...Take their user names and give them a message...If not, then I dunno... :-k

Dude!...Dude! I loved it! =D> Bravo! You didn't bore me, the rythm and flow were really great together, and you were very creative! Kudos to you!

You know, I hope the thers remembered that they signed up... I just remastered my story, The_Advent. Fienrir was originally from that story, but he was younger then. He wore armor then, too. :lol: Brings back memories... Fienrir ran faster and faster, blacking out in the process... That's my next line in the story... :ohnoes: That is a one liner, that might actually connect with Edward.

Prologue "The plan is coming along excellently. We shall slay the hero of the land, and eliminate his army, as well." The grim voice spoke with hatred, as he sat on his great throne in the dark castle. He was concealed in a purple robe, as his face concealed in helm of [bleep]es and demon horns. His disiples had only purple robes and spectoral hoods, each with a prayer book of Zamorak in hand, weapons on their backs. The voice continued: "But It seems...Zamorak was right, for us to destory these lands, first. He told us that, as we ignored his commands, as the army in Varrok have anticipated our actions; now we will listen to him intently!" The voice slammed his fist in anger on his throne. "We dweal in the land in-between light and darkness; the Zamorak's lands, "In media raise lux in tenebris." Meaning "In the middle of light coming into darkness." Zamorak's unholy lands were always filled with death and hatred; Twilight, the land between light and darkness, will have more room...As soon as these lands, and these people that dweal within it, are killed." The voice lifted a part of his helm, to reveal his mouth. The grinning mouth revealed sharp, rotting teeth, as blood of dead men trickled down his throat. "What kingdom do we attack first?" One of the warriors asked curiously. "We don't attack any. I have a different plan in mind, for a diversion is coming. Using this diversion, some of us may also be able to enter the land of Edge, and destroy it's great monument." "What do we accomplish there?" One of the monks furiously asked. "We lure the armies of Varrok here, destroying them in the process.Now, split up the armies. Don't destroy the main kingdom; that comes last." "What of the hero?" "He will obviously come with the armies. I'm going to let him tred these lands to this kingdom, were I will kill him myself, for after what we do to Edge, they will foolhardedly come here. There will be no saving grace for this kingdom... "So, you know the plans---Get out of my sight and execute them. I have buisiness of my own." The warriors walked out of the dark throne room, leaving the king to himself. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 1: Edge "Fienrir!" The young prince shouted at the man in blood-red armor. Fienrir quickly turned around to see the young Prince Roald, in golden trimmed wizard armor, holding a Saradomin prayer book and a large staff. "I finally caught up to you!" Roald was panting very hard. "YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re not very physically fit at all." Fienrir said sharply. Fienrir laughed, Roald wheezed and panted, trying to laugh, too. "I haven't seen you in..." Roald started to count with his fingers, still panting hard, "I think two months... Even in this amount of time, you've become even more heroic in all of the land!" "You've said enough." Fienrir though it was funny how a prince, especially Roald, a young and spoiled prince, admired an outsider such as he. But sometimes he understood; the prince had to stay home and learn how to be like a king, and could never leave the castle, unless he was going with a guard. Fienrir always volunteered. He liked Roald, and to be friends with him meant he wouldn't have to treat him any different from any other person in the land. At least, thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s what Roald told him. "I'm sorry that I'm excited...But being one of my only adventurous friends, I like to hear whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s going on in the outside world." So Fienrir told him. He told him of the mighty Dust Devils, the Kalphinite Queen, the Lesser and Greater demons, and the other dangerous monsters that he killed in cold blood. He even told him of the uprising of the Zamorak warriors. He thought for a second, and was partially reluctant in saying anything of the Zamorak warriors; especially of the sabotage missions that he had undergone. But Roald had heard rumors of these things, and told Fienrir not to worry about getting in trouble. The two young men looked into the horizon to see a small, yet very clear view of the big city of Edge. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When they both arrived into the town, they immediately looked around for any rare and valuable items, such as amulets, armor of any type, and some food. Fienrir grabbed as much food and beer that his pack could hold, and Roald came back with nothing but a small, black amulet. "What's this!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Hi all! I re-edited the prologue and first chapter, because the prologue was boring, and when I re-edited it, I had to fix the first chapter so they went along together. It would be nice if you read and left feedback or something; many people don't, and I don't know if they liked it or not. Negative OR postive, either one will give me a heads up. So please, tell me what you think, and read the warning in red. P.S. This story is LONG. So I seriously don't expect you to read ALL of this story. So, if you do end up reading the rest, Good. But I don't expect you to. Although some people have. \ and :thumbsup: Thanks guys!

Thank you very much...I hope that person wasn't me...Should I make more, or should we wait for the others?

Here's mine... A lone man was walking back from the scarred battlefields of the far North. The Wilderness, a dangerous place were only the toughest go. Fienrir went there to quell his thirst for blood; there wasn't a single scratch on him. Thoughts raced through his mind, as he stepped into the large crowd of people, all awaiting there husbands to return. He drew his buster sword, which was coated with blood, and the crowd hushed and stared with awe. He took out a thin piece of cloth to whipe the blood, and walked away as he heard gossiping from all of the female warriors. "Hey!" Fienrir glanced as a young boy ran up to him. "Is my daddy coming back?" Fienrir withdrew his blade, and sighed. "Your father...Awaits you at nightfall. He fought with valor." The young boy smiled, and ran towards the crowd. More and more people asked him about the war, and Fienrir answered them all sincerely. The war was terrible, but Fienrir knew that he went there to keep his darkness intact. Although he was a renound hero in these parts, he thought he was...Unforgiven. His arms throbbed, and he looked down at his two rings, swearing. Pain surged through his body, as his blood started to heat up. He started to pray, as the pain seceded into his body. Fienrir knew there wasn't a lot of time left. He ran, sword in hand, towards the fields of grain.

So should we post our starting stories here?

This sounds awesome! :D Name: Fienrir/Argarok (read other info) Age: 25 Male or Female: Male Weapon: Platnium Buster sword Race: Human/Demon (also read the other info) Other info: Wears a leather jacket and black pants. He has two rings that are bound to his index fingers by a strange curse, were his dark side, Argarok, is released. He is strong and upbeat attitude, and is very humble and loyal to his friends. Has experience in in prayer and magic, allowing him to not only to excel in meele, but defend those around him and attack from safe distances. Height: 6' 0" Eye color: One is red, the other is blue Hope you like. :D

:wall: This is a clash of Final Fantasy 7-10 and Kingdom hearts, and even Zelda: Twilight Princess, and some unfimiliar characters as well. Hope you enjoy. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * _Prologue_ We all sat around a grand fire, in the nearby outskirts of our small village of Rauh. It was late, but we were neither tired, nor were we restless. We were all telling stroies of our past that once swept our feet and changed our lives. As soon as my friend, Jon, finished his story of he and my friends adventures, all eyes were turned to me. "What, so it's my turn already?" I asked. "C'mon, Will, you never told us your story. What happened in our... Seperation?" "Fine." I replied. "But pay attention. This is...The last time I tell my story." I stared at both of my rings, each worn on the other hand, both on the index fingers. One had a great saphire, the other a small emerald, with a design of two dragons trying to devour the crystal. My saphire ring showed an X design around the ring. "I'll tell you a short summary...When we were brought from here..." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * To the real world, strange things and events followed. I met various people that was thought only to be legend, especially Cloud Strife, Sora, Tidus...Sephiroth. I became more accustumed to it as my friends from my old home town joined me and the others. At the beggining, these crazy rings weren't bound to my finger, but as my first loss with my darkness, came the tow rings. Although I lost, my valiance brought me the two Fused Advent rings. They were bound to me, and thus the creation of my giant swords known as my Buster blades. Lux and Tenebris. The names of the blades. As time passed, my darkness was defeated in the great war known as the Gravius war, but the Sages of the sky had something else in mind. As I was victorious, they locked me away in a sacred realm known only as the Advent, were I had to face my darkness, Fenrir, a gargantuan wolf. They promised me control if I defeated it. My friends wouldn't give up on me, as they found the realm and unlocked me from it. Badly injured and scarred, I defeated Fenrir...But at a cost. The cost was that I would fight and defeat one of my best friends, Dillon, who was also one of the Advents. He held one of the chosen blades too, named Nexius. Anyway, I defeated him, nearly killing him. In rage, I chose to go away in order to bring my friend back. I took a dagger, held it up high, and struck my heart, ringing him back. As my phisical being melted away, my girlfriend, Rachael, held me as I dissapeared... But something happened...That the sages did not intend... My hearts was too strong in death, as my being returned to the world, in my advanced form. That's about it from the past. The near present, though, leads to were my friends and I are now... This is just a prologue and a summary. I'm goning to post the actual story soon!

:lol: Nice, Despaxes. Actually, I'm so far into this game, I'm not sure if I'm ahead of most people or not. Just saying if anyone needs help, I'm 40/100 hours into the game, the [Heavens] level. Just ask. I can help. Anyway, like Despaxes said. It's not a game based on graphics. It's more of a...Fun game! I own it for the Wii, and think its awesome! When I got my copy and my Wii for X-mas, I seriously didn't know what to expect. When I played it, and got really far into it, I grew onto the idea of the game being the future Hyrule, While it reminds the player of the Ocarina of Time, but it's like the missing peices to the Ocarina of Time. I highly reccomend it! \ and =D> to the Nintendo company for all of the delays. They really focused on the storyline!

WHEW! I'm sorry I didn't write back in a while. To busy wrapped up playing Twilight Princess for the Wii. Anyway...The Golden Manor. Take a look around. I want you to look at every locked door you see (Once you enter, they are at the left, right, top right, and top left...Can't remember if there are ones in the middle right/left...) Make Luneth (Or your main's name) a theif and picklock (To picklock, just walk up to the door and press the action button...A :lol: ) all of the doors until you find the one with the passage way (I'm sorry I can't tell you which door :cry: Forgot). The boss is...Well, made of gold and can attack two of your guys in his same attack phase. Just be high job levels (I was 40 in all of mine) and around lvs 30-50 and you'll kill him. :D Good luck with whatever stradegy you use. Hope this helps. I'm terribly sorry I didn't respond before...I feel like a jerk... :cry:

I was glad to help last time. Again, the best way to kick his butt is to level up...The 30's in job levels. Maybe 40's. anyway, I seriously cannot remember what level the Kraken was on, can you refresh me? If you tell me what part of the game, I will surly remember.

Ok, first, I'm turning this post into the FF3 thing again. This is my most favored game for the DS. I beat the game, a Dragoon at Job level 99, a Dark knight at level 82 job level, a Sage at level 13 job level, and a ninja at 23 job level. Anyway, killing that stupid salamander...That thing was a pain. I found going to the shops inside the dwarven place and getting all new upgrades on armor, especially ice armor. I didn't kill him with ice attack, rather I TRAINED all of my people to level 23 level, which you said you don't want to do. But I recommend it. Anyway, make sure your red mage has cure, and you have plenty of high potions....PLENTY! I found using a warrior, a knight , a red mage and another knight as the best party, because the slamander kept trying to ttack my other people, wereas I used gaurd with one knight so he'd be attacked instead. Then, when the knight got weak, I Hi-potioned him. With my Red mage, I used cure once, but it is needed just in case. Just keep attacking him, he'll die soon. Then, you asked what a job level does! This game is strange with job levels. Actually, all job level does is increases damage and also increases the amount of hits that can be dealt. That's about it. Well, I hope this helps. Enjoy!