throwawaycrystal

Long had Eorzea lived to tell the story of her scars. The wounds brought about by ages past. Her reflections, some ruined, others desolate, could not claim to hold such bountiful life. Life full of potential.

Time ticked for the star in a fated cycle. All things that shall come, would always come.

But then the stranger, an obtuse creature with pink hair, appeared on the star's surface.

This stranger swore like a sailor, fought like a monster, bred like a beast, and whispered stories that the star had never heard.

Stories of her past. Her future. The stranger was confident. He had seen everything upon a fantastical tool called a "Wiki".

And from whence he was "born" upon her tattered and fragmented surface, he vowed, not to save her, but to simply survive.

Survive the coming crisis that he had forseen.

Survive the crisis after of which he did not know.

Survive the fate that all beings like him shared. The crippling weakness of "being a mob."

"It's already hard enough on me, y'know? Surely you don't require more?"

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Author's Note : I don't need your powerstones or xyz currency. FFXIV:TWC is a story that I wanted to write as an exercise. In fact, I'd love if this novel stayed as some niche and dusty thing that sat in the corner of your library. If you want to empty your wallets, I won't stop you, but remember that it has no impact on what gets written and what doesn't.

No matter where I steer this ship, I do hope that you enjoy the ride.




Oh and if you comment something mean, be careful the next time you cross the street, okay?
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Table of Final Fantasy XIV: The Winter Calamity

Table of contents

Volume 1 :Stranger of Eorzea

Volume 2 :The Age of Calm