final fantasy
The night that Narshe was invaded was like any other night in the quiet town.
In that evening, Narshe had been dusted with a gentle snowfall, and a soft wind carried the voices of mothers and fathers everywhere who were calling their children in for the night. Lanterns in the windows of shops were put out, and were replaced by the electric lamps outside on the streets. The town guards of Narshe, consisting of both youth and elderly men alike, dressed in their warm fleece uniforms and caps and kissed their loved ones good-bye as they left for their night time posts. As they walked, their feet left imprints in the snow that would only be replaced by more snow the next morning and disappear. That was how it was all around Narshe. Change that ever occurred would be quick and easily replaced with the familiar. The city elder saw to that. Narshe was invisible to change, and independent from the rest of the world. Or so he thought.
Narshe was snuggly set in the most northern mountain range in the world. It was a coal-mining town, where most of the men either worked as miners in the day, or guards at night, or even both. A common monster in Narshe was the lobo, a wolf-like creature that the soldiers trained to hunt intruders. However, the cliffs and mountains outside of Narshe were considered dangerous territory, and no guards or lobos even were sent there. It was the Elder's law to protect the villagers.
But even the law could only be carried out so far...and on the night that Narshe was invaded, footsteps graced those cliffs and mountains. Big, metal, burning hot footsteps.
Standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking Narshe were 3 sets of a monstrous type of armor. Steam and sparks of a magical substance burst out of them every few seconds, but they appeared stable, and let out a low purr from their motors. Each one of the armor sets contained a person. Two of them were men clad in brown armor and low helmets that hid their faces, while the other was occupied
In that evening, Narshe had been dusted with a gentle snowfall, and a soft wind carried the voices of mothers and fathers everywhere who were calling their children in for the night. Lanterns in the windows of shops were put out, and were replaced by the electric lamps outside on the streets. The town guards of Narshe, consisting of both youth and elderly men alike, dressed in their warm fleece uniforms and caps and kissed their loved ones good-bye as they left for their night time posts. As they walked, their feet left imprints in the snow that would only be replaced by more snow the next morning and disappear. That was how it was all around Narshe. Change that ever occurred would be quick and easily replaced with the familiar. The city elder saw to that. Narshe was invisible to change, and independent from the rest of the world. Or so he thought.
Narshe was snuggly set in the most northern mountain range in the world. It was a coal-mining town, where most of the men either worked as miners in the day, or guards at night, or even both. A common monster in Narshe was the lobo, a wolf-like creature that the soldiers trained to hunt intruders. However, the cliffs and mountains outside of Narshe were considered dangerous territory, and no guards or lobos even were sent there. It was the Elder's law to protect the villagers.
But even the law could only be carried out so far...and on the night that Narshe was invaded, footsteps graced those cliffs and mountains. Big, metal, burning hot footsteps.
Standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking Narshe were 3 sets of a monstrous type of armor. Steam and sparks of a magical substance burst out of them every few seconds, but they appeared stable, and let out a low purr from their motors. Each one of the armor sets contained a person. Two of them were men clad in brown armor and low helmets that hid their faces, while the other was occupied