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Viele, viele Sagen und Mythen, Legenden und Erzählungen kursieren durch Vana'diel und einige ganz besondere mag ich euch hier vorstellen. Es sind die Legenden erfüllter Wünsche, die Vana'diel auf ewig veränderten. Mögen meine Aufzeichnungen für sich sprechen:

The legend of the Ruler of the Sky


In ages past, in a tiny country facing the Befhel gulf, there was a young prince who dearly loved all kinds of birds. With a rather frail constitution, he was unable to venture outside for extended periods of time. Thus, he took pleasure in placing several birdhouses within the castle walls and coming to see some of the several birds that often took temporary residence within them.

In one of these birdhouses in particular was a tiny female bird whose feathers were the hue of jade. The prince had taken it upon himself to raise this bird from when it was a wee chick, naming it Garuda. Having had taken well to him, she was always found in his presence, either perching on his shoulders or flying by his side, which calmed his heart greatly.

One day, the young prince left the castle to go bird watching by himself. Like always, Garuda was resting her wings on his shoulders. It was in that moment when a viper lunged towards the two in a sudden, soundless attack.

The prince, who had barely noticed the attack, nudged off the viper with his arm, thus ensuring Garuda's safety; however, the young prince was bitten by the snake in Garuda's stead.

That night, the prince was nursed by the royal physicians within his chambers. It was the small bird Garuda who flew to the castle earlier that afternoon and alerted the vassals to where the prince's feeble and unconscious body laid.

Despite their best efforts, the prince became paler and paler as the hours passed . Already ill from the start, the prince continued to fall into the depths of sickness. The doctors were, in all truth, utterly unable to help the young boy as the type of snake venom by which his body was poisoned was virtually unknown to them.

Peeping in from outside the prince's window was Garuda, who rested on one of twigs of a small sapling. Upon seeing the doctors shake their heads in dismay, she flew hurriedly to awaken the other birds of the castle to consult them for advice.

"….The King of Birds, who lives between the stars and the clouds, seems to take the form of a handsome man. If memory serves me right, he has the ability to awaken the divine curative powers of the wind Vuychap. This special wind is said to be able to cure any malady……..but ,again, this is only a folktale…."

Without waiting for the rather knowledgeable Akbaba to finish his sentence, Garuda tore off into the night sky.

"I want to save the prince I love!" This thought was the only thing that race through her mind as she glided the skies.

Before she noticed, Garuda was engulfed in the light of dawn. Peering downwards, she could see the peninsula of the castle and the beautiful sea that surrounded her familiar home. Flapping one wing after another, she became gradually more tired, and in her exhaustion she felt as heavy as lead. Even breathing became a painful ordeal. Re-strengthening her resolve, she again continued to flutter her wings, flying upwards.

At the end of the second day, Garuda continued to fly until she reached a place higher than any cloud.

There, no matter where one looked, was nothing. It was a realm of pure, absolute sky.

With nothing in her field of sight, nothing but the sound of her own flapping reached her ears. The King of Birds that the Akbaba talked about was nowhere to be found.

Despair consumed her.

"Why have I flown to such a place?" While that sense of doubt flitted across her mind, all of the strength of her body left her. She was not only drained of her physical strength, but also her own willpower to continue on what she perceived to be a fruitless journey. She felt herself falling at terrifying speeds; even closing her eyes, she knew what was happening.

In the instant before her body smashed against the ocean, Garuda was about to give up everything. Suddenly, the smiling face of the prince who she adored so dearly flashed in her mind.

It was in fact that same prince's smiling face that met Garuda's young eyes in the moment she hatched from her shell. It was the first smile she ever saw. What she remembered next was the happiness of the idyllic days she spent with the prince, followed by the startling image of his body plagued by the high fever caused by the venom's poison.

"I want to save the prince I Love!"

With strength previously unknown to even herself, Garuda began to beat her wings again as hard as she could. Somehow, all of her strength had returned to her.

She sensed strongly this change within herself. Without her noticing, her wings had grown much larger, and her form now strongly a human's. She had taken the form of the Ruler of Birds.

After descending to the room where the young prince slept, Garuda flapped her wings slowly and awakened the wind of Vuychap, healing the child from the effects of the deadly poison.

Garuda had saved the prince.

However, she felt something within her heart. In her current form, she could never return to her place on his shoulder. In the moment that the prince opened his eyes, Garuda nodded sadly and flew into the dawn sky.

As her wings beat slowly, guiding her to the kingdom's outer limits, tears filled Garuda's eyes. Coupled with the subtle pain of a life of loneliness before her was the strong feeling of relief that the prince she cherished was safe once more. Garuda peered down towards the vast expanse of the ocean, and while she lost her focus, images of the boy's smiling face and of the happiness he would bring to many others filled her mind with sweet and silent warmth. Garuda then resolved to remember this very powerful happiness despite her loss of the prince's company.

Several years later, the prince, who from that time had become a robust and muscular youth, was unable to forget the figure of the mysterious woman that had healed him; for a great deal of time, he tirelessly searched the world for her. One day, he met once again with Garuda in a moment of fate. It is said that he then took her as his wife. For many years, they lived happily together, treasuring each other's company like a precious gift given at every coming dawn.

The Goddess, touched by Garuda's courage, called her to the heavens after her death and bestowed her with the position of the Queen of Birds. Ancient legends state that it is Garuda herself who guides every bird on their flights throughout Vana'diel.





The Legend of Frit of the Flames


Long, long ago, in the lands of a certain powerful empire that reigned over an entire continent, was a general who was often called a "demon" for both his ferocity in the battlefield as well as for his strong temper, which reared its head to even his allies. This man's name was Frit.

Though he had killed many of his opponents on the battlefields of war, he embraced reckless strategies and took pleasure in his brutal acts of violence. Thus, scarcely a soul would even think to call him a hero.

However, one day, Frit abandoned his recklessness and began to show patient consideration with even his subordinates; consequently, the terrible rumors spoken of him crept back into the shadows. In the background, new rumors about the existence of a maiden called Falbub began to surface.

Many years ago, while his forces were burning down a foreign village, Frit heard the cries of a newborn child as he walked in front of one the houses he ordered destroyed. Entering it, he came upon a baby girl wrapped in cloth beside the body of what seemed to be its mother. Peering into Frit's eyes, the baby abruptly stopped crying, and upon seeing his rather fearsome appearance, she broke out into a smile with her hands outstretched. This child was Falbub.

Several weeks later, the war between the two nations ended, and Frit returned to his residence with the young Falbub. There, he then entrusted her into the care of two of his oldest servants, who were happily married.

From then on, Frit continued to carefully watch the young girl grow older. Living a happy childhood, she often approached him for conversation, and occasionally, she would even admonish him for his behavior. In all truth, it was through her very efforts that Frit was able to cultivate kindness in his heart.

However, Frit was brought sad news only half a year after his return home. His own estate had been burned to the ground, and the remains of the old couple and Falbub had been found.

The leader of the survivors from the countries that Frit had utterly destroyed (including Falbub's home nation) had been notified of his whereabouts.

If this was their revenge against Frit himself, why did Falbub become their victim?

Frit held this uneasy question deep in his heart with grief, and questioned himself as a perpetrator of innumerable brutal acts. He cursed himself.

Then, exhausted by anxiety, he came to one solid decision.

"When the Sun is Consumed by the Moon, The Souls of the Dead will Gather at the Mountain of Flames, and the Gates of the Underworld will open. "

Trusting in a single verse passed down from the ancients, Frit set out to the southern islands, where a volcano was detailed to exist. Many weeks passed, and after facing much hardship, he was finally able to climb to the summit. There he sat, deciding to wait until that appointed time.

Having sat there until he could not distinguish whether a month or a year had passed, Ifrit suddenly was surrounded by darkness. The time had come. He looked down into the volcanic crater, and saw the spirits of the dead, each wrapped in pale light. Forming lines, they plunged into the fiery center one by one.

Noticing Frit's presence, one group of the dead broke out of one of the lines, and ran over to him.
Despite their numbers, he remembered them all. They were the soldiers and villagers that he had killed himself. Beside them were several of his own men--the very men whom he had sent to massacre his enemies.

With hatred gleaming in their eyes, they quickly pounced on Frit.

Knowing fully the gravity of his past sins, he was completely unable to parry their attacks. The spirits' blades pierced his skin and tore his flesh, his blood scorched in the volcanic flames.

Exactly how many spirits wounded him is left to be wondered. Receiving yet more of their hatred, Frit was cursed further by the spirits-- bathed in flame, Frit grew 2 thick horns from his head, completing his transformation into a being completely removed from his former appearance.

Content with their alteration of Frit's body into its terrifying state, the spirits attempted to draw him into the scorching lava of the crater. In that moment, a lone girl elbowed her way through the crowd and ran to his side. It was Falbub.

Frit was so terrified of letting his hideous appearance be seen by her that he turned his head away in agony. In the center of those flames, she stared at his terrible form…and broke into a smile, holding out her hands.

That smile hadn't changed at all since the time they first met. As Frit embraced Falbub, he prayed to the Goddess for the first time in his life.

His wish must have reached the heavens.

In that instant, the phosphorescent light that had surrounded Falbub disappeared, and in its place was the rich glow of vitality.

After setting her down onto a safe rock ledge, Frit sank slowly into the fiery crater with the spirits of the dead. It is said that Frit was smiling to Falbub as he traveled into the next realm, easing her heart as she screamed and cried for many a night.

Soon, the Goddess realized that Falbub's life in the living world would not be a truly happy one, and decided to allow Falbub and Ifrit to meet again by calling them to the heavens.

To this day, it is said that the ancients who heard this story then began to call him I' frit (Frit of the Flames) in honor of his strong spirit.




Thank you Hakktaru, for translating all the legends from the japanese. /bow
keep up the good work

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