Thread: Secret of Mana (Fanfic)

Secret of Mana Fanfic So, this game is my favorite of all time. Despite changes in graphics, changes in gameplay, changes in time, this game will always be my favorite. It was my first Action RPG, my first Square SoftEnix game, and the first game that took me months to beat. I will never forget it. It's a simple epic, telling the tale of an orphan who is thrust into becoming the hero by circumstance or fate for one cannot always tell which is which, setting out against an empire with only an ancient and rusty sword literally, the first weapon in the game, and throughout the rather humble story, compared to the detailed stories of RPGs nowadays, becomes a hero, with two faithful friends at his side. So, this is my dedication to it, giving a 'facelift' to it, giving it depth and meaning that it didn't have. Using the power of Mana, a civilization had grown strong... In time, Mana was used to create the ultimate weapon the Mana Fortress... This angered the gods. They sent their beasts to destroy the Fortress... A violent war rocked the world, and Mana seemed to disappear... Before all was lost, a hero with the Mana Sword smashed the Fortress... Though civilization was destroyed, the world was peaceful. But time flows like a river, and history repeats... It started with a rumor, Matthew thought as he fell. A rumor of a 'great treasure'. Elliot and Timothy had talked him into going with them. Mostly Elliot, who was the local bully of Potos village, and had 'talked' Timothy into it. Matthew had gone along for the adventure of it. He had been feeling confined by the village for awhile, even if it was all he knew. A chance to explore had been offered, and he grasped it with both hands. Only to fall off the bridge spanning a waterfall. Matthew landed far below with a splash. He fell deep into the water, almost into the spiky rock bottom. He swam up and gasped for air. That sucked. Matthew said to himself, taking a glance around. A deep pool where one of the rivers of Camfeld started. He swam to the opposite edge and pulled himself onto dry land. He got up and shook himself off. 'Well, time to head back.' Matthew thought as he strode east, towards Potos. At a bridge spanning another river, he head a whispery voice. Matthew... Remove the sword... Who... Matthew turns, looking into the river where he heard the voice. He saw a sword stuck in a stone. Matthew looked for a convenient spot, and waded into the shallower river. He was already wet, and there were plenty of bushes to cut down with that sword, and make a easier trip back to Potos. When Matthew grabbed the hilt of the sword, a faint ghostly figure appeared behind it. Matthew... Remove the sword... It whispered. Who are you? And what's with this sword? Matthew asked the figure, before pulling out the sword. a bright light erupts as the sword is pulled free, blinding Matthew. Gah! That light! I can't see! Matthew says, turning his head and closing his eyes. When he can see again, he looks where the figure is. It's a thick, silvery man now, in armor with a cloak over it. But the man is fading even as he speaks. Matthew... Matthew... it is I who asked... the sword... Matthew stares until the man is completely gone. He then hefts the sword to get a better view of it. Say what? You mean this sword? It is ancient, red with rust and age. Somehow, none of it has fallen off though, and the edge is perfectly sharp. Matthew shakes his head. I have to get home! He says to himself, before heading deeper into the forest, hacking at the bushes in his way and marveling at the ease it cut through the bushes. For a rusty sword, it worked really well. Then Matthew was attacked. A blur of yellow jumped passed him, sharp teeth ripping his skin. Matthew gasped in pain and turned, sword ready, to face whatever had bit him.