Final Fantasy

RPG in Six Parts

As a child you were never warned about the cost of being a warrior. There is no end to your journey. You win and it is not enough and you kill and it is not nearly close to enough.

My Night with the Last of the Black Mages

His flopping mage hat, his long blue coat, and that strange abysslike opacity to his skin. Everyone kept their distance and I think that’s why he wasn’t using his magic to help dig through the rubble or build.

The Song of the Black Mages

At the edge of the Dead Forest and the Black Mage village, Vivi stared at the blanket of grey spread above in all directions. The rains ended but night descended, and the silence of the Dead Forest remained.