Long before Noah built his Ark, the tales tell of an Ancient land born of Kiltia…

a world where swords and sorcery reigned.

Its learning and power were swept away in the great flood,

but one clue to its secrets remained;

an ancient book known as the Gran Grimoire,

hidden in darkness by the powers that once were.

It is not certain how many copies of the book still exist,

but it is said that whoever should hold one holds the power to change the world.

Many lived out their days searching the

world for surviving copies, but none were ever found.

It was an illusion they said, a myth;

but one worth dying for.

Buried between decaying buildings in the rustic town of St. Ivalice is an ancient second-hand bookshop, its dusty shelves a world apart from the brightly lit, modern displays of the faceless retail chains. Deep within its stacks, a tightly-bound leather tome rests, its pages undisturbed by human hands for many years, until fate places it in the hands of a lonely, ostracised young boy.

Within its pages are illegible symbols and visions of strange creatures in stranger lands. A power long slumbering is set to wake, shattering the ordered world we know and bringing forth a new land in its place.

Welcome to a world of mystery and magic, of clans and Kiltia, of scions and Sky Pirates

Welcome to Ivalice.

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This piece of fiction is a non-commercial fanfiction written solely for entertainment purposes. The author accrues no fiscal benefits or their equivalent from the publishing of this literary work.