As of now, all fanfics and oneshots that I write are part of my War Against Writer's Block act, to show my readers of 89 Letters that I do exist. I'm not going to drop it, but I've lost all inspiration. I can't even think of something to just ramble about for it.

- Fic #1 In the War Against Writer's Block -

You were my first.

I prayed for you for so long, and you finally answered me.

I was so happy when you answered my prayers. I had finally done it! I prayed and prayed for a whole day, and you decided that I was acceptable. That I was worthy of becoming a summoner. Even, as I left you chamber, when I saw the stranger standing with Kimahri, Lulu, and Wakka, I couldn't pay much attention to him, like I might have done. I was so happy that you thought I was worthy, that that was all my mind could think about.

Afterward, I couldn't help myself. I was so giddy, I had to see your form for myself.

You were the first aeon I ever summoned.

Perhaps, not the first aeon I had ever dreamed of summoning. Oh no. As an apprentice summoner, I dreamed of summoning the large, powerful, well-known aeons, like Bahamut, and Shiva. But instead I got you. And you were so beautiful, to see you in front of my eyes, to touch you with my hands, hands that made the prayer over and over as I poured my very soul into asking for a way to defeat Sin.

When I married Seymour, intending to send him, you saved me. I jumped, and I trusted you, and you saved me. You pulled through for me, my first aeon, my first step in defeating Sin, my first loyal fighter - not a guardian, because guardians are human, and while I love my guardians with all my heart, they are only human - my first true companion who knew what this meant, what I was doing, who knew it from the very depths of their essence. After all, you were once a young girl, with a long life ahead of you, yet you gave it up to defeat Sin. Who would know better than you? We girls have to stick together, don't we?

You were my first, and I will always treasure that. I will always treasure you, and the feeling of my first summoning.

And so, I will miss you so much.

I can't help but think of how much I will miss you, my first, as I lock my staff away. I won't use it again. It wouldn't be right. I should have died when I became High Summoner. No one has used an aeon after they have defeated Sin.

I shouldn't be the first.

So, I will treasure you, Valefor, more so than Bahamut, or Shiva. I will treasure you and love you from my memories, and maybe someday, when I have a child, and the Calm ends, maybe my child will want to become a summoner, even knowing the costs and consequences.

When that time comes, I will take out my staff, look at it and remember you, and I will wish them luck.

After all, someone has to save Spira. Maybe I'll wish that it wasn't my child going out and risking their lives, but I couldn't do it again.

It wouldn't be right, to think I could defy the impossible odds once more. To go through the whole experience again. My guardians and I, we'd be too old for that. To go running across Spira again.

I was not the first, nor will I be the last, not in your eyes.

But in mine, you are my first.

And you will never be forgotten.