Forest Brave :Final Fantasy XII!
Written By: Overlord Kel

Stunna shades,
Fluid in my cup,
We up in da club,
We gon tear it up [2x
Stunnaz on
Stunnaz on
Stunaaz on
Stunnaz on, got my stunnaz on [2x

I had my CD player on full blast in my ears as I was driving with my PSP on in my lap.Well it really wasn't my PSP it was my sis's anyway I was playing an imported copy of Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core or is it Crisis Core Final Fantasy 7? Who the fuck knows all I know is this game kicks ass.

I mean I had no idea what they were goin on about but you don't have to know another language to get the battle system down. I figured maybe I'd email Daughter of Ether or Blaze Shadow about the translations later or something. The rented convertable came to a screeching hault at a red light...seriously a screeching hault? Glad this ain't my car..or I'd be pissed that it's making that sound.

"COMBAT MODE ACTIVATED!"

The game said, I looked down in my lap to see Zack with his sword drawn and shit as abunch of cyber cat things surrounded him. I grabbed the handheld and started kicking some monster ass. One thing I don't get about this game is the combat mode activated shit...I mean why is that in english when the whole fuckin thing is suppose to be in japanese? Probably there is no japanese words yet for Combat, Mode or Activated or maybe it just sounds cooler in english.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!

"HEY ASSHOLE MOVE IT!" I heard a guy yell from behind my car...well my rented car.

"Ok Ok!" I paused the PSP then pressed down on the gas past the intersection. I heard the sound of skirting and my heart immediately jumped. Ya know when you drive for your second or third time everything with the skirting sound makes ya jump I don't give fuck who you are. Bruce Willis or Chuck Norris your gonna be fucking scared when you hear that shit.

Out of nowhere a car was flying straight at me, it was an old 1997 Ford, it slammed straight into my convertable crushing the front part of it. My head flew forward hitting the fucking steering wheel then I was jerked back by the seatbelts...yeah seatbelts really save lives..what a load of horseshit.

I looked up quickly to hear a screeching sound, sliding from the truck was a large beam at high speed I reached for the seatbelts quick but not quick enough. The beam slid through the driver's windshield and through my windshield and stabbing me straight in the chest. My eyes widened as I looked down. It's a good fuckin thing I had an empty bladder or I'd be pissing myself right now.

I couldn't say or really do anything my entire body was in shock, I couldn't breath or anything. I looked down at my PSP on the front of it was a big GAME OVER sign.

Shit...I mean come the fuck on it's already bad I'm dying why the hell did I die in the game I thought I pressed pause geezus fucking christ now I'm gonna have to level up again...wait..no I can't. A bright white light came over my eyes as my body felt limp...noway!

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"WAKE UP!"

I slowly opened my eyes to rain...rain was falling on my face and slapping me on the cheeks and forehead. I had my right hand on my chest as I laid there on the ground looking up at the gray clouds. I closed my eyes to fall asleep again but seconds after my eyelids shut."WAKE UP!!!"

"Uh..." I leaned up with a groan and looked around to see that I was in the middle of a white sanded beach?! "Where the hell am I?"

"We're on Phon Coast."

Appearing infront of me all of a sudden was a huge...THING! It was about 20 feet tall and it was glowing with a red light. "Whoa what the hell are you?!" I yelled sliding back on the sand from it.

" I am Belias...remember?" The thing said.

" Holy hell you mean to tell me that shit wasn't a dream!" I yelled pointing at him.

"Hmm...No...it was all real, you really died and now your really here." Belias replied. His voice was much more deeper than it was in that dream like state I was in and it sounded more godly.

" Now stand tall we have much to cover." Belias said. Wait, if it's all real then that means I'm in the middle of a war!! Aww shit...The lessen here kids is never play your PSP while listening to your CD player and drive all at the same time. But forunately your not as dumb as me. I stood up and looked down at my attire, I wore the same thing I was wearing before I got hit a long white t shirt with a red thermal undershirt, blue jeans and beige boots.

" First I will teach you how to 'Invocate'" He said.

" Ivocate?" I asked.

"Unleash the true power of Gigas and utilize my powers to an extent." He explained. "When a Conformer or User that is you, utilizes an Aeon or an Esper that is me, that power it is called Invocation. I will teach you how to Invocate and transform into a Elemental Knight."

" Ok then." I said putting my hands in my pockets. I've accepted this stupid life might as well try to have alittle fun while in this war. "Let's do it." Belias' huge hand reached into my chest and without effort he pulled out a hexagon shaped badge that was crimson red and had a flame on it. " This is your Invocation Trigger and your Heart...with this is the center of your power and the center of your life..."

"What does the Invocation Trigger do?" I asked. It sounded pretty obvious but I had to be sure of what it really was.

" Your Invocation Trigger is the very source of your transformation. You already have the power instilled inside of you, this trigger just gives it form. Thus leading to your transformation...this item is very important. It is acting as a replacement heart for you so your Trigger is more important to you than other Conformers." He explained.

"My life line." I said grasping my fists in my pockets.

" Exactly...without this you would be dead. But onward to more matters on how to protect yourself..." Belias said shoving it right back into my chest causing me to take a step back. "To transform is very simple...you must grasp your heart and wish for strength, the strength to crush your enemies...while screaming INVOCATION!"

I placed my right hand over the left side of my chest and closed my eyes. Wish for strength like...I wish I was super man? Yeah like Supe! I can pick up large builders and play baseball with the planets. Yeah I'd be the strongest man in the universe! In that...why the hell does super man get his ass kicked so much if he's like the strongest guy in the universe or whatever?

"Now!"

"Oh uh...INVOCATION!!" I shouted squeezing my shirt where my heart was.

Nothing happened.

"..." Belias merely stared at me. "Are you even focused?"

" Uh...no." I replied with a nod.

"Hmmm what is the matter with you? I told you that this could be a possible life and death situation...your in the middle of a war between super natural creatures and other deadly humes. How can you not focus?" Belias asked.

"Well I'm just laid back like that." I said with a shrug.

"Then you should have been better off dead. This is a waste of my time, while I'm fooling around with you I could be talking to a real conformer." He said turning his large back to me. I merely smirked while putting my hands back in my pockets.

" I didn't say I couldn't Invocate, it's just that I got off of strength alittle bit." I said. With that Belias turned to look at me.

" Invocate, show me your potential and be serious...this is a very pressing time." Belias informed.

"Gotchya." I said placing my right hand over my chest again. I thought about a small flame, and I visualized it getting bigger and bigger. Visualization is nothing for me...wanna know why? Cuz I used to write fanfics!

"INVOCATION!"

BOOM!

Following my shouting words was an explosion of flame, I felt extreme heat like scorching heat on my body but it didn't hurt for some reason. It felt good like a massage or something. When the smoke cleared I was standing on heated glass like sand covered in crimson red armor with golden runes written all over the armor. It was armor like a Judge Magister...I walked past Belias and up to the swaying water then looked down at my reflection. My helm had no eye or mouth holes yet I could clearly see through it. There was these weird curling like horns and behind the helm was just abunch of bright orange hair. The shoulderpads were much spikier and so were the gauntlets and boots.