Final Fantasy X Calm Lands Novels & Stories

Adam said with a tiny chuckle, “We named the ones we have been in. Where you first came in, we call that the Desert Lands. The forest we stay in, we call the Forest of Solace and Calm. The icy landscape you are looking at, we call that the Glacier Peaks, and then there is the Rainy Lands.” I grimaced at each name and squeezed my face at Adam. He chuckled and waved me down. “I know, I know, the names are very unoriginal,” he smirked at me, “maybe you would like to take that up with Queen Idara herself. She named the known lands after all.” The frown on my face was immediately wiped off as something struck a chord in my head.

I let go of the hand that was covering my wound and showed them my palm. The red of my blood stood out on my pale palm. Walter's mouth tightened, and his stern eyes seemed to soften for a moment.

Samudra: "Ha ha ha. Nice try. You aren't interested? Then why are you blushing?" Tanisi: "Because I cannot be as shameless as you. I am embarassed." Samudra: "Why cannot you be as shameless as I am? I want to try and change that!" Tanisi jumped: "Oh My God! Your highness, please let me leave.." Samudra: "Since we have finished our work, I will take you around and show you my Palace. We can take a walk in the garden. Also didn't you want to learn how to cut an arrow in the middle using another arrow?"

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

Just tense nerves from holding up a stance that long and doing nothing with it. “Oh God”, she sighed, unclenching her fist. “My mind must be playing games on me again”, she said, calming the tension that had been building up in her veins. Turning back to return the same way she came, she paused a bit, and glanced back at the house on whose corridor she so shakily stood a couple minutes before. A flash of lightning zoomed right past, but that did enough to light up a couple details of the murky, rickety, old building.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

This wasn’t just a fire. This was war. I mind-linked my father, ‘there is a split crescent moon sign carved in the ground.’ ‘What do you mean? Where?’ my father replied. ‘In the Eastern border.’ I replied ‘Jeremy, this is serious, are you sure about what you are seeing?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘This means war, war with beasts we cannot fight with claws.’ ‘We need to tell the council.’ ‘We have not met in years, but you are right.’ Shanika’s POV

Standing on the steps was Xander, his golden eyes shimmering like metal, flanked by Enforcers whose tactical vests looked like a Symphony of the Cursed in uniform. Silas didn't wait for them to approach. He gathered Ayla into his arms, her jet-black hair falling in a silky storm of ink over his scarred mahogany arms. He stepped out of the transport, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy, rhythmic clap that signaled the end of the journey and the beginning of the Final Calibration of their lives.

My lungs burned, my vision blurred, but I kept going, chasing the scent that had always been mine, the only anchor I had left. The cliff rose up out of the night, jagged and merciless. The wind whipped my hair into my face, stinging my eyes as I skidded to the edge. Her blood stained the ground. For a moment, the world simply…stopped. My knees buckled. I dropped to the dirt, hands trembling as they smeared through the crimson splatter, my chest collapsing in on itself. “I should’ve stopped you,” I choked. “I should’ve kept you safe.” A cry tore out of me, the kind of howl that split mountains.

Chapter Ten: The Sound of Splintering Glass The dream came on the third night after the Vault. Isabelle stood in a forest she did not know, beneath a sky that seethed with embered clouds. Trees stretched like blackened bones, their bark veined with red light. She could hear something behind her breathing , almost. The wind moved like ash through her hair. And then a voice, distant yet inside her: “He turned the key. You turned the flame. One must pay.”