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Hook, Line, and Sinker (Story in progress, comments and such welcome!) - LilMomoshi - 09-04-2013 ((Just a short teaser/intro for now, much more to come when I get a chance to actually write it.)) ---------- It was a story told to me when I was younger. There was a man, who had lost much in his many years, who had weathered it all and devoted himself to making the world around him a better place. He traveled the seas, wandering with those who would join him, facing many trials and making a name for himself. He was betrayed in the end, by someone he had trusted and become close to. I remember the bard who told this tale saying it was not a tragedy, but that this man was a hero. For all he had faced, the darkness that had dominated his life, he had remained a beacon of light against the shadows that surrounded him. He had made the world a better place, if only in some small way, and that he would have been content in the end. Such a foolish sentiment. ------------ The young woman sat alone, watching the waves as they lapped gently against the shore, the overcast night sky lending an eerie light to the world. Her thoughts were quiet, offering a rare moment of peace in her life of struggle and conflict. Somehow it left her uncomfortable. She stood, turning her attention away as she brushed the sand from her robes, collecting the leather-bound tome she often carried and placing it in her satchel gently. Even as the small figure approached from the distance she readied herself, adopting the calm smile that she so often wore, her expression brightening as he came closer. He laughed as he slowed to a confident stride, his child-like face beaming up at her, the many years he’d lived unclear to any but his own kind. She spoke as she knelt to hug the little man, her practiced tone of voice soft and kind. “Hello, Momoshi.” He smirked, pulling away after a short moment. “Good to see you, Anrie.” ---------- Momoshi had never been a man who thought himself destined for some great calling. The simple life had always suited him best, and he was quick to accept that. So, with little more than a few gil and a fishing pole, he had relocated from Ul’dah to Limsa Lominsa, and now spent his days fishing and selling what little he could catch with his meager talents. It was enough to keep himself fed, and keep himself sleeping with a roof over his head most nights. He had not been in the city long, and was still learning the streets. Getting lost had become commonplace, and there were few people in the city he had the fortune of knowing. It had been his fortune to meet a young woman a few weeks past, who had been kind enough to help him settle in to his new, unexpectedly harsh surroundings. The kind hyur was tall, her dark skin contrasted by fair golden hair, and icy blue eyes. She had been friendly, however, and seemed to want nothing of him save for company and conversation, which was an offer he was more than glad to accept. The benefit was entirely in his favor, in the worst scenario. So he had come to his friend again, on this quiet night, escaping the noise of the sailors and privateers in the streets, some celebrating their recent successes, others joining in the celebrations just for fun. Here, at least, he could find some quiet company away from it all, and share his thoughts. Momoshi had always preferred the simple life, and a quiet evening with a friend was more than enough for him. For the others that night, it was certainly not the same.