Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles Shrine

As you progress through the game, you will earn memories. These memories will be written down in the form of a diary that your character keeps and updates every time something important happens such as getting a drop of Myrrh or meeting a caravan on the road. Since there are over 100 unique diary entries and its near impossible to document them all without extensive playing time, I am simply going to put up major diary entries. They are split up and categorized by the way they are achieved. This is simply a fun aside to the main game, enjoy reading!

Main Story Entries

The morning of my departure was here at last. I tried to brace myself for the journey ahead. There was a field along the main road where I decided to camp until sunrise. Tomorrow I set out in search of myrrh.

Not far from the village, someone called to me. The man introduced himself as Sol Racht, leader of the caravan from Alfitaria. It seems that news of my caravan had already reached them. They showed me much kindness, and a moogle named Stiltzkin gave me a lesson in combat.

I visited a moogle nest for the first time. The moogle there cheerfully welcomed me into his home. When it was time to go, I thought he looked a bit sad. I batted the bonbon on his head and bade him farewell. I wonder if all moogles live so comfortably.

I wound my way through the vivid green hills and followed the path to reach the River Belle. All my tension seemed to flow away with the River Belle's serene currents. As I pressed onward, I slew many goblins. I soon saw a rainbow over a great waterfall. Who would have known that I would fight the giant crab surrounded by such beauty!

The miasma stream. Many caravans have passed through, and now I will follow in their tracks. Someday, others will follow me. I feel like I have become a small part of history.

As I approach the Mushroom Forest, I somehow feel like I'm shrinking. Each toadstool I pass seems taller than the last. Now I know I am inside the forest, I'm walking along a rooftop of a mushrooms. Although a malboro blocked my path, I prevailed and collected a drop of myrrh.

Marr's Pass. This land was once home of the Lilties. With the iron weapons they wrought here, they once ruled the entire world. Now, this place is but a small town at the crossroads. Time washes away everything. Joy. Agony. Everything.

The Mine of Cathuriges is a relic of the age of Liltian reign. Orcs rule it now. As I ventured deep into the mine, I kept jumping at my own shadow, cast on the walls by the flickering lamps overhead. I found the orc king waiting for me in the deepest cavern within. After my victory, I collected a drop of myrrh.

With my first journey behind me, my caravan has finally come home. Before setting out, I had heard only stories of the world outside. Once out there, I found excitement, surprise, and a bit of hardship. Whenever I close my eyes, I vividly remember all my adventures as I searched for myrrh. Tonight is the festival. It's time to celebrate!

Goblin Wall lies east of Tipa, nestled among the mountains of Kutliema. As expected, the place was infested with goblins. They engage in the dark and sinister ceremonies, so the people of my village fear them. I planned a daring raid into the goblins' lair to the collect the myrrh there. It worked. The village should be safe for now.

Today I paid a visit to Moschet Manor. I felt small in the Mushroom Forest, but here I'm like an ant! I met the gigas master and his lamia wife, together with their tonberry chefs. I almost felt sorry for the chaos I brought into their home. Perhaps I should have knocked.

My first visit to Alfitaria. Huge buildings, crowded together. Lots of strange people hurrying about. To me, they all look the same. They all wear the same hunted expression, as through something is chasing them down.

They say that the myrrh tree sprouted to Tida after the village fell to ruin. The tree grew from the hopes of people waiting for the caravan to return home. But at the same time, those hopes also gave rise to Armstrong. Now I understand why caravans try to avoid this place.

So ends the second year of my caravan. Miasma hindered my steps, and monsters struck at me from behind. Still, I'll always look back fondly on the warm smiles that greeted me in villages I visited, and it was always a joy to meet other caravans on the long, lonely road. I hope I see them again next year.

Shella, citadel of the Yukes. There is a slight chill in the air, and I find it hard to believe that Tipa and Shella are part of the same world. They say that Yukes dress in strange ways to maximize their magical abilities. Someone once said they have no bodies, only souls. Yukes are a mysterious people indeed.

Veo Lu Sluice is a monument to peace. The myrrh tree sprouted here as if to celebrate the coming of such times. It is unfortunate, however, that the tree grew near the golem, who was left there to protect the sluice from monsters. I suppose it just goes to show that nothing can be gained without toil.

The Fields of Fum. It is said that Clavats work tirelessly to cultivate this land. But it is also said that Yukes irrigated this land and that the main road was built by Lilties long ago. This place truly demonstrates the potential of peace.

By the time caravans reach Daemon's Court, the long journey has made them weary and some arrogant. The name of the place is intended to be a warning to stay alert and not succumb to fatigue or overconfidence. I must brace myself.

Winds have always come from Selepation Cave beyond the southern forests of the plains of Fum. But who could have known it was the cave worm's doing? After collecting the myrrh there, I looked back from the mouth of the cave. No wind stirred now that the monster had drawn its last breath. Legends are only legends, after all. But as I turned to leave, a gust of wind brushed my cheeks.

My third year with the caravan draws to a close. As I made new memories this year, those from the last began to fade. In one fairy tale, memories that grow dim are eaten by a terrible demon. I wonder what happens to memories when they're completely forgotten... I suppose looking back and cherishing the past can bring sadness when we face the future.

I sailed into the islands of Kilanda and landed safely, much to my relief. Mount Kilanda fumed angrily in the distance. I hurried onward. At the summit waited the iron giant, who gave me a fair amount of trouble. All is well, though, and I am back on the coast.

Today I visited Conall Curach. As I marched over those endless planks, I began to understand how the Selkies must have felt. The dragon zombie awaited me at the end. Long ago, Selkies must have fought this creature in their search for a new home. The myrrh tree drooped mournfully, as if it marked where the Selkies' dreams were buried.

Rebena Te Ra. They say this city was built by misguided souls who clung to dreams of reviving the long lost age of prosperity. Now, its king and his subjects dwell here in eternal afterlife. After the lich vansihed through the portal, a ghostly silence gripped the chamber.

My fourth year with the caravan is over. So many memories from my earlier adventures have dimmed, from the joys of chance encounters to the suspense of my first battles. It would be a pity if the goal of gathering myrrh became the only thing that drove me forward. But I can't look back only at the past. The quest for myrrh means hope for the future.

Here I am in the Lynari Desert. A sea of sand stretches in every direction. Bruied treasure? I feared I wouldn't even find a myrrh tree in this desolation. The legendary treasure had to wait. I fought the antlion and collected a drop of myrrh. My, I'm a long way from home!

Five years have passed since I first set out. There was a man who lost his memory and spent his days chasing some sort of light. How could anyone go on without any memory at all? Perhaps he hunts the light because, stripped of his memory, he has nothing left. If he still had his memory, he would surely have chosen a different path.

Mag Mell, village of legend. Or rather, a village trying to disappear from legend. Has time stopped here? The air is stifling. A peculiar wind blows through.

Today was the end of my sixth year. I later heard more about the child who slew the Black Knight. Apparently, his father had left before he was even born. I wondered whether the boy simply wanted some sort of memory with his father. By avenging his father's death, he would form an unbreakable link with a man he never had the chance to know.

Tonight I celebrate the end of my seventh year. "In ages past, there was no miasma, and all the world was a paradise. A princess drew radiance from memories, and with them she made the crystal shine." Our world used to be this paradise. How could we forget to hope for a world without miasma?

My eighth year comes to a close. "One day, a star fell from the heavens. Memories lost their glow, and the crystal grew dim. From the darkness, a great evil soon emerged." The rest can be heard in Shella, but this is no children's tale. The meteor was as real as monsters and miasma.

The curtain falls on my ninth year. "The demon awoke ravenous and began to swallow the shadows. Monsters sprouted in their wake." The tale is filled with many opposing elements, like the star and the darkness, the princess and the demon, the crystal's glow and the monsters. And behind them all lie memories. I think it's trying to convey something important.

My tenth year with the caravan is over. "Once monsters had blackened our memories, the demons devoured them. From the darkness, monsters spawned anew." How did the rest of the story go? There was something about a princess, but I can't remember how it ends.

Caravan Entries

I came across the caravan from Alfitaria today. The town was already abuzz with talk of the Black Knight, but Sol had more tales to tell. Sol spoke with such enthusiasm that he actually seemed to admire him. It is astonishing how quickly the word of the Black Knight has spread in spite of the way miasma insolates every town.

I came upon the caravan from Marr's Pass. It was overturned. Few monsters prowl the road, and I've rarely seen such things in all my travels. The sight was so bizarre that I merely stared in amazement before it ocurred to me to lend a hand. Thankfully, no one was badly hurt. They said they were attacked by the infamous Black Knight. Why would he do such a thing?

Early this morning, I passed the caravan from Alfitaria. They proudly marched right past me! I must admit, they were an impressive sight.

Today I decided to take a side road for a change of pace. To my surprise, I heard someone call out to my caravan. It was a group of kindly-looking Clavats. A look at their clothes told me that they probably hailed from the Fields of Fum.

I was amazed to meet a traveller who did not belong to any caravan. He was stranded since is papaopamus was injured. I lent him some ointment from back home. In return, he showed me his compact crystal, something I had only heard of. Imagine, a portable crystal! But carrying something like that around is just asking for a visit from a band of... No, could he have been...?

After eating, I was preparing to set off, when suddenly some Lilties ran by, in hot pursuit of a monster. They were probably from Marr's Pass. That village has long been home to blacksmiths, so they were probably off gathering materials.

I spotted the Striped Brigands by the main road. I recently heard that they've killed a man, so I asked them for the truth. They claimed that they never take lives. As I talked with them, I realized they are good people at heart. I think I can trust them.

I wonder why anyone would actually want to travel into miasma. Today I met a stranger named Gurdy who was nearly killed by the caravan from Marr's Pass. Lightning brings the cactus pain. Now it all begins again. I'm not quite sure what the verse means, but I think he recited it to me as thanks.

Today I saw the caravan from Alfitaria. Sol was shocked to hear that the Black Knight had attacked the caravan from Marr's Pass. Furious, he began to look into the history of the Black Knight. The last thing anyone had heard was that a preacher had hired him, and the pair had headed deep into the swamp.

I ran across the caravan from Leuda. Those two Selkies are some characters. They seemed to be enjoying the journey more than observing their duty. It was a refreshing outlook, but it worried me. I began to understand how Sol of Alfitaria must have felt about me.

I was surrounded by the Striped Brigands, and they took everything of value. Actually, it was more like I gave it to them. Why did I do that? I should get some sleep now.

I saw the couple from Leuda. The two Selkies form the caravan from that distant village. They asked how my quest for myrrh was going, but they seemed awfully nonchalant about their own.

I found the caravans from Alfitaria and from Marr's Pass shouting at each other. Though all were Lilties, it seems that city folk and country folk don't get along. Who can blame them? They've each chosen different paths in life.

I ran across the caravan from Marr's Pass. They were heading home with their chalice full of myrrh. They were quite generous with weapons they'd found, as some were of no use to them. I suppose that great blacksmiths like them prefer their own weapons over those wrought by others anyway.

Gurdy again. Today he was arguing with a lady from Fum. Why does he argue with caravanners when he cannot travel without one? Of crumbled inn few reminisce. Its faulty beams will not be missed. I wonder if this is a famous verse. Well, I don't expect him to repay me anytime soon.

This morning I ran into the caravan from Marr's Pass. They are always hunting monsters, and sometimes they catch one. Today they shared some of their bounty with me. I know I can't worry for every village out there, but I wonder how their hunt for myrrh is going.

I camped with the caravan from Fum and walked with them for a while this morning. Their gentle manner reminded me of my family. When I spoke of my parents' profession, they gave me some advice on farming. Perhaps I'll send some seeds back home.

I came across the couple from Leuda. They asked me how I was doing in a nonchanlant way, but the moment they saw how much myrrh I had gathered, they grew downright furious. I didn't want trouble, so I hurried on my way.

So that was the Black Knight. Berserk is the only word the comes to mind. Swinging his weapon wildly, he hunted something I could not see. In a weary voice, he claimed that his memory had been stolen and that he is now searching for the thief.

I can't believe it! I knew there was something suspicious about Gurdy, but to think he's a swindler! I saw him cheat the caravan from Shella. At any rate, his verse for today follows: Lonely mushroom bursts to flame. In the land the quicksands claim. Apparently, he penned all of these himself.

This is the village of the Selkies. At first, I felt a little scared. Even now, I shiver when I remember the old pier and the sharp winds. I also shivered when I realized that someone had snatched by wallet. I never want to come here again.

I heard voices from afar and was dismayed to find that they belonged to the couple from Leuda. They seemed truly distressed this time. I bought some things from them only after haggling their prices way down, just to spite them. Still, I hope they are all right.

Today a voice hailed me from a distance. Amidatty of Shella beckoned me closer. Pointing to a loaf of ordinary bannock, he boasted that it was a model of the whole world, and I simply nodded along. Ah, now I remember! It was the same loaf that Gurdy was hawking before.

Today I witnessed the death of the Black Knight. A boy named Leon Esla was riding with the caravan from Alfitaria. He drove his spear into the knight. The Black Knight seemed at peace when he died. I wish I knew why.

Was I dreaming? Or did I really see something on Gurdy's back? He mentioned something quite strange. He said he had a brother whom he had never met. What could he mean by that? Three rocks await the winter's kiss. One by one they find their bliss.

I found the caravan from Fum travelling near the main roads, and they tried to push their goods onto me. Sheula claimed that they had too much to carry home, but I could tell from the gleam in Jake's eyes that they were just after my money. I never suspected Clavats could be so sly. I bought nothing from them, of course.

As I rode along the stone path, someone called out to me. It was the caravan from Shella. I drew nearer, wondering what they wanted. They asked me to make a trade and seemed to know exactly what I carried. Intrigued by their offer, I agreed.

A band of thieves and a swindler! Lightning brings the cactus pain. Of crumbled inn few reminisce. Lonely mushroom bursts to flame. Three rocks await the winter's kiss. In the end shall blooom a flower. Sacred light reveals its power. Maybe I can look for buried treasure there.

The Striped Brigands suddenly appeared and surounded the caravan. They deamnded I leave behind all my valuables. Undaunted, I decided to charge through their blockade. Sorry I ran you over, little moogle. I had a feeling you'd survive.

I shared a meal with the caravan from Fum. They offered me bread and meat fresh from their farm. The bread was incredibly soft, and the meat was tender and delicious. But the tough bread Mother bakes is still one of my favorites.

I came across the caravan from Marr's Pass. Though stout warriors, and even Lilties suffer a poor hunt now and then. So it went this time, as they had been unable to find all metrials requested by their village. They seemed dispirited, and I had just what they needed, so I gave it to them. It was a good feeling.

Today I walked for a while with the caravan from Alfitaria. Sol spoke out of nothing but his fondness for days long gone. I sensed a somewhat defensive air about him, so I teased him a bit. I expected him to tease me back, but he just muttered, "Youth these days..." What a pity.

I heard music from the dirt road, where I found the couple from Leuda. It was much too soon for the myrrh festival, but I stayed long enough to watch the girl dance and to reminisce about life back home. As the music played, I couldn't sit still, and I got up to join the dance. It was fun, but a bit embarrassing.

A long shadow stretched across the dirt path. It belonged to Amidatty. He pointed to a loaf of moldy bannock and declared that the mold represents miasma. I was a bit wary of this by now, but I humored him. For all his quirks, he is a surprisingly clever man.

I came across the caravan from Marr's Pass. Though stout warriors, even Lilties suffer a poor hunt now and then. So it went this time, as they had been unable to find all the materials requested by their village. I offered to sell them what they needed, but they rejected my price as too high. Perhaps I was a bit greedy. How unseemly!

I came across Amidatty and his caravan. He knew it was nothing but bannock, but he would not let himself think that way. His kind are peculiar folk, but now I relieve that this is how they seek knowledge. Maybe that loaf was merely a tool for his philosopy. Never underestimate Amidatty!

A queen must lead her people. She cannot turn her back on her duty. To be honest, I have wanted to leave the caravan at times. I felt that I wasn't truly needed. But I concluded that I wanted to stay. I don't know why, exactly, I guess not knowing is what keeps me there.

They love, they fight. They are two hearts bound together by eternity. Nothing can come between them.

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