Hey it's me! I've decided to upload a novelization of the game Final Fantasy III! This game is so underrated and deserves some praise! And I've decided to add some of my own ideas into this but the readers who haven't played this game won't know the difference! Ha ha! OK before you can enjoy this piece of fanfiction, I do not own the characters, they belong to Square Enix.


"Owww, I didn't see that hole there..." A silver haired boy looked up above him.

"What have I gotten myself into now?" He said as he stood up and continued to rub the bottom of his back, which was still sore from the fall he had several seconds ago.

This silver haired boy was called Luneth who had violet eyes. Luneth was an orphan raised by a woman called Nina and the Elder Topapa in the village of Ur. Luneth was a curious boy, always going off exploring whenever he got the chance. But did his curiosity get the better of him this time?

Luneth wore a purple turtleneck covered by a dark sweatshirt and a vest. He wore long, white trousers, knee-high boots, and carried a yellow fanny pack.

He got up and dusted himself off and looked around. The earthquake must have created this. He thought still looking around him. I've got to get out of here. Luneth walked further into the cave to see if he could find a way out of the cave.

Suddenly, three goblins appeared out of nowhere and attacked Luneth! Luneth, equipped with only his knife, hurriedly grabbed it from his fanny pack, and sliced the goblin that had startled him first. He turned to face the other two goblins as they both tried to attack Luneth. One of them missed, but the other one cut his arm. Luneth then attacked them both, finishing them off.

"Those were…monsters?" Luneth cried out, startled. "Why do I get the feeling this isn't the safest place to be?" He groaned to himself.

Luneth then looked down at his arm, remembering that it was cut a few moments ago. "Great, what is om going to say when I come home with a cut like this?" He said aloud. "Oh! I just remembered!" Luneth reached into his yellow fanny pack. He pulled out a small white bandage and clumsily wrapped it around his arm. "That should do it." He quietly murmured to himself.

Luneth continued his exploration through the dry, dim lighted cave. As Luneth walked along, he spotted some chests and thought that this was the perfect opportunity to equip himself with new armour and weapons.

"Let's see what we have here…" Luneth whispered to himself. He pulled out a longsword and a leather shield. "Just what I need!" Luneth said.

"There we go! All set!" Luneth said after carefully equipping the armour on. Luneth groaned in pain and looked down at the cut wound on his arm. It's still bleeding… Luneth said to himself. I better find something to heal me…and fast!

Luneth proceeded down a path that led down to a stone wall. "Great, a dead end." Luneth cursed. He looked over at the pale rock that was standing there. Luneth walked over to the rock and kicked it angrily. The all of a sudden, the dry, stone wall disappeared down into the ground! "Well, at least some good comes out of kicking a rock…" He said quietly.

He continued on where he found yet another chest containing a potion. "Finally, maybe this could cure me!" Luneth greedily drank the potion in one gulp. He wiped his mouth. "Hmm, I don't feel any different…" he said disappointedly. "In all honesty, I think I feel worse! Maybe I drank too much!" Luneth said almost puking. "There's no time for this! I've got to find a way out of here!" He said finally, after pulling himself together.

Luneth continued onto the next room, still feeling sick. Luneth was looking down at the ground while he was walking. "What if I don't make it out of here alive? Maybe exploring this time was a stupid idea…" Luneth was talking to himself. "Look at me, I'm talking to myself. Maybe I am going mad…" He fell to the ground on his hands and knees, losing all hope he had inside of him.

Suddenly a shimmer caught his eye. Luneth looked up from the ground. "A wellspring!" He gasped. He tried walking to the wellspring but fell to his hands and knees once more. Luneth crawled the rest of the way to the wellspring, passing two chests. He finally got to the wellspring. "What mystifying colours…" Luneth stared into the wellspring. He could see his reflection it. Then, Luneth stuck his head into the water, forgetting about his reflection and the mystifying colours.

After a minute - which seemed like forever - Luneth pulled his head out of the water feeling refreshed. "Wow, I feel so much better now!" He glanced down at his arm. The wound wasn't bleeding anymore. In fact, it wasn't red at all. Only a scar was left behind. "My wound," Luneth said shakily, "It's not…bleeding anymore…" He took off his bandage and saw that only a scar was left. "The gods do amazing things…"

Luneth got up onto his feet and walked through the next entrance nearest to him.

Luneth walked through the entrance to find a crystal room. The floor was made of tiles, rubble and dirt, just like the ground was in the cavern.

Luneth looked up from the floor to the walls. But to his surprise the walls were not made of crystal. The walls were made of bricks, the colour of earth, which had strange writing on it. "This must be a different language," Luneth said, as he looked curiously at the walls.

Before Luneth could think of anything else, he saw a crystal. It was a light blue colour, if not nearly white. It was quite tall and it stood proudly in the middle of the room.

Suddenly strange beams appeared around Luneth as a monster appears in front of Luneth. "Wh-What's that?!" Luneth cried.

A Land Turtle appeared before him. It was bigger than Luneth and much fatter for that matter. Its shell was much sharper that an ordinary turtle's shell was. A long tail stuck out of his body. This turtle wasn't happy or scared. It was indeed, very angry and it seemed that Luneth woke him up from his sleep.

The Land Turtle lunged himself forward at Luneth, but Luneth quickly dodged this.

"Well, someone's slow!" Luneth teased the turtle. The turtle got very angry at this and knocked poor Luneth over. "Uh, maybe not!" Luneth nervously chuckled. He quickly got up and took out his longsword and lunged at the turtle. The turtle screeched in pain and quickly backed away.

"Oh, you don't like that huh?" Luneth continued to tease the turtle. The turtle attacked him again, which hurt Luneth. This went on for nearly five minutes when Luneth realised he had something to finally finish the beast off. This item was the Antarctic Wind.

Antarctic Wind was a blue, sphere shaped orb that could cast a spell called Blizzara. It was like the Blizzard spell, only a little more powerful.

"This should do it." Luneth said. He threw the orb at the turtle which caused great damage to him. He winced in pain. Then he suddenly disappeared.

Luneth was gasping for breath. He was still in shock from the fight. "That was too close!" he said. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself down.

"You have been chosen."

He opened his eyes and looked around him. He turned around with his fists up for defence. "Wh-Who's that? Who's there?!" Luneth shakily cried out.

"Warrior from the land of darkness… you have been chosen as the bringer of hope."

Luneth put his fists down and walked up the steps to the crystal. "Is this crystal…talking to me?" Luneth said aloud, hoping for an answer.

"Darkness is threatening to engulf the world…When light is lost, the equilibrium will be no more."

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Luneth replied shakily.

"There are others who share your destiny. You must seek them out. Once you find them, I will bestow upon you our last light…our last hope. Now, go!"

A bright light surrounded Luneth. "Woah! W-Wait! I don't understand!" he yelled but he was already back on soft earth.

"I'm back on the surface…" He murmured."What was that…? Light? Darkness? Our last hope? What was that all about?" Luneth was puzzled. "Well, it's good to be back. Hey look! Ur's up ahead!" Luneth got to his feet and hurried back to the nearby village.


"Write what you think is right."