A/N: Hi, everyone. It's been a while since I've been on ffnet, either to start a new story or update my old ones, and for that I'm very sorry. There's a lengthy explanation for why I haven't been around, under my Announcements on my profile, but the short version is that my life is very busy and that, coupled with the fact my laptop isn't working at the moment, has prevented me from updating my stories, or even logging in until now.
But! Worry not, for I have returned, and while I can't update any of my other ongoing works at the moment, I can give to you a brand new story. :D
And so I present to you to Forgiveness, a Final Fantasy XII fic. This first bit's rather short (okay, really short), since it's simply the prologue/set-up, but I hope you'll enjoy it. There'll be many interesting things in the main body of story, and I hope you'll have fun reading it. So, enjoy! (And review when you're done please, even though I totally don't deserve it for such a short bit of writing. XD)
And here is the original blurb, just for those who are interested in how it was before I had to cut it down. :D
Luzara, an Esper sealed in the form of a hume woman, is old beyond knowing. But never has she dealt with the challenges she must now face. Slumbering for centuries, she is woken by the destruction of Nabudis at teh hands of the Archadian Empire. Will she intervene to assist those who still stand against the Imperials, or will she leave them to their fate? And can she bear the weight of a mortal conscience if she fails?
Belias, the Gigas. Exodus, the Judge-Sal. Chaos, Walker of the Wheel. Zalera, the Death Seraph. Cuchulainn, the Impure. Shemhazai, the Whisperer. Zeromus, the Condemner. Adrammelech, the Wroth. Hashmal, Bringer of Order. Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud. Mateus, the Corrupt. Zodiark, Keeper of Precepts. And Ultima, the High Seraph.
All scions from the time of the Great Making, most made as the opposition to the scions of light. But they did not stay loyal to the gods who had created them. All but Zodiark rebelled, and were cast down and bound for their betrayal, while Zodiark, powerful enough to make even the gods tremble, was locked away for fear of a second rebellion. And it was thus that these Espers fell out of the view of the world and became myth and legend.
But there was another Esper who was sealed, a being of neither light nor darkness who is unknown to all but her sibling scions and the gods themselves. This Esper, however, was not sealed into a Glyph crystal, but rather transformed and bound in the form of a mortal woman.
Immortal but hume in form, she traversed all of Ivalice, never staying in one location long, but always answering to the same name.