Gulool Ja Ja's Legacy: A FFXIV Dawntrail Rewrite [Fanfiction]

Ch1: The Warrior of Light meets Wuk Lamat

So it was that the Warrior of Light traveled to the end of the universe and returned triumphant. However, the journey goes ever on and on.

Soon, adventure beckoned once again-- the New World, Tural!

To the Warrior of Light's surprise, it was not only Krile who broached the subject of this adventure, her grandfather having had a history with Tural. Erenville, too, made an appearance, his newly-defined gray features a glossy gleam under the new multi-directional lighting within the Baldesion Annex.

At the Warrior of Light's questioning glance, Erenville raised a hand with a letter pinched between two fingers.

"My mother journeyed with Gulool Ja Ja, the ruler of Tural. At the behest of Gulool Ja Ja, she has bid me find assistance for the Third Promise, Wuk Lamat."

"Come again?" Alphinaud's voice sounded as the doors to the Baldesion Annex opened and closed from an invisible hand. "You never mentioned you were from Tural!"

"That information is of no consequence," Erenville replied with a sigh and a shrug. "I normally would have ignored such a request from my mother, but unfortunately, Wuk Lamat should have already arrived across the seas, not to mention, the 'City of Gold."

"And your relation to this... Wuk Lamat...?" Alisaie asked suspiciously.

"Just a childhood friend," Erenville shrugged once again in the face of Alisaie's inquisitive stare.

The Warrior of Light, curious for the exact details, reached out a hand to receive the letter, only for Erenville to retrieve the letter into his secured knapsack.

"My mother's words are..." he stuttered, "quite ineligible. However, she has tasked me with finding the 'City of Gold' since I was a child, which is why I will be participating."

Krile's grandfather, the late Gulaf, had mentioned the City of Gold. She was not curious about the city itself, but rather, the past of her grandfather. All that she knew was that one day, her grandfather had returned to Old Sharlayan with a baby lalafell-- her-- in his arms.

"Long story short, Gulool Ja Ja seeks to pass on his throne, and intends to hold a rite of succession amongst his children, adopted or otherwise, with the discoverer of the City of Gold awarded the throne."

"Wuk Lamat, the Third Promise, is an adopted child considered for succession..." Erenville frowned as he said this, before adding, "though I can't help but wonder why she chose to participate in the rite of succession at all."

"Oh?" Alphinaud raised his eyebrows.

"Knowing her, she prefers to wile her days away, visiting different parts of Tural in the caravan gifted to her by her father," Erenville explained. "Anyhow, she should be here soon."

Erenville was proven incorrect, quite quickly at that.

The Warrior of Light stood at an empty space, head turning left and right. No such Wuk Lamat approached. The Warrior of Light, after a time, repeated this action again. Then a third time. Should the Warrior of Light feel relief at not having to do so for a fourth time?

Erenville exhaled in a deep sigh. "I believe I know where she is." He led the other four and strode down towards the harbor.

The viera led them to the Last Stand. There was no need for Erenville to identify Wuk Lamat, for a conspicuous female hrothgar dressed in odd fashion was chomping down on a lobster with reckless abandon.

"Oh!" Wuk Lamat exclaimed as she noticed the approaching group, saliva dripping down a corner of her lips. "Took you long enough, dear Erenville! I believe this is the perfect place to meet. Do you not agree?"