In ancient times, there was a dark legend revolving around four crystals of yore. Not many knew of this legend, and worse still, that number dwindled. When three people find themselves dragged head-first into a complex scheme on a seemingly-average day, they find that one of their own holds a very important relic. How important, though, they don't know. But they do know that the relic must be kept safe—much to their frustration.

The questions are as plentiful as the bricks that make an entire castle, and one's always more confusing than the next. But when the forces that lurk in the shadows begin stirring, the answers the trio seek may be few and far in between—because in this era, when things escalate, they tend to escalate into matters of life and death.

And they also tend to escalate very, very quickly.

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Inspired by a dream I had last night, which was heavily Final Fantasy-themed. A bit odd, yes, but still a story I feel needs to be penned. Tagged Anthro for calling individuals mares/stallions or pegasus/unicorn/earth-clanned, and groups people. Updates will be irregular. Gore tag will be scarcely used, and in small amounts.