Shelter From The Snow

Prologue

I am not from Eorzea, I used to live in the forest that surrounds the Skatay Range of what used to be where my fellow clan, the Veena lived. But as the Eorzeans mentioned the Garlean Empire is trying to take over the three city states. The Garleans have done the same, but succeeded. And yet, I also tried to fight in that war to protect what was my home. But I just wasn’t strong enough. However I wasn’t alone. I had a friend, who I wanted to escape with, but couldn’t. The Garleans were too quick, so I had to evade. She wanted me to go, but I couldn’t just leave her there.

“Just go Fransiska, leave out of here!” my friend shouted as I kept pleading to her to come. “You know I can’t, I will slow you down, so please go find a way out of here. You have to go to Eorzea and find your freedom. I will be alright!”

I knew that would be a lie, but if I was to go and break the Green Word to go to Eorzea — how was I to interact with the people there? Yet I had no time to think any of it through. I couldn’t just leave her. I wanted my friend to join me. It was a plan we had planned on for such a long time. During this whole war, it was all we thought about doing. But it was as if, the Empire knew what we were planning. It looks that way as I was able to flee as quickly as I could and she was caught. Oh how I wish I was stronger to save her, but not just her, but my whole clan. But here I am so weak.

Making aboard the ship to Eorzea to Central Shroud where I will have to ride a carriage being pulled by Chocobos. It was nice seeing green pastures even though I still missed the snow. But it will have to do for now. I had my very first weapon, a bow. Out of the blue, I heard a voice inside of my head. Unaware of who it is, it sounded like a female, but no one was there. It was vivid, like I saw so many stars. And that was not all, but I saw a masked man in a black robe. What did I just get myself into? I didn’t know, but my body moved on its own as I picked up my bow just to aim at the masked figure.

I must have been out of a daze or something because the merchant that was in the carriage with me alongside the twins who were sleeping. He mentioned something, but it took me awhile to register myself for a second. However I didn’t know what led me to adventuring, it sure wasn’t power, wealth or fame. I had no idea. Plus I was new to all of this and to Gridania as he told me where I was heading.

Seeing people come left and right, but that wasn’t all, who were those bird looking monsters? What did I really get myself into? This isn’t the freedom I was suspecting and it seems these beasts were called Ixal, never heard of them before.

After finally reaching my destination, I had a little look around and noticed a big difference from my home to Gridania. So much green everywhere. And many different sorts of races. Though none quite like my kind. But that was okay.

And this is where my story begins, where I defeated that masked robe man, the one possibly from in my head was actually real. I met Yda and Papalymo in which later they would have me invited to be involved in what they do. Which was a secret organization called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, which resides in the Waking Sands. And that was where I met him, when I locked eyes with the Elezen man named Urianger. I mostly gazed at him from afar, hoping he wouldn’t take notice of me staring. Which I would apologise over and over in my head. He was just too beautiful, even if I couldn’t see much of his face. It didn’t matter, I could tell he was. Yet, this is where my true love story began. And this is where I will lead it.