Final Fantasy: The Undying Story

Disclaimer: I will say this once and only once (unless I either a: Forget or b: am forced to by law) I do not own The Plots, characters or any other aspect of Final Fantasy X or X-2, that is Square Enix's Treasure Trove, however I DO own a bunch of these characters and mostly the plot is my own. I don't own the rights to The Hymn of The Fayth either.

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A/N: This is my first attempt at breaking away from the scripts of Final Fantasy X or X-2, so I'm kinda new and feeling over-ambitious today, so sorry if this chapter is short/Sucks, I promise that I learn quickly!

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Chapter 1: The Funeral Besaid, The Residential district 8.30pm, 85 years after the Vegnagun Disaster

The rooftops of the exotic residential district sprawled outwards, covering a large part of the Besaid Island. From the northern forest to the southern beach, half of the island was covered in white marble, golden sand, lush green grass gardens and the thousands of different colours within them. It had expanded more then a hundred fold over the past 85 years, ever since the ban on most machina was lifted and the threat of Sin removed, the city was able to expand at an incredible rate. The independent Besaid government remained incorrupt and powerful. Resulting in the fabulous scene that is the New Besaid. Everything was perfect, with the corrupt and secretive removed, the insane sent away and the evil sealed Spira seemed set for a golden future.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Each building was fitted with a normally unlit torch; the torch was only lit when the family residing in the household was in mourning for someone or when they were celebrating a joyful occasion. The flame was blue for the former, and green for the latter. Right now every torch in Besaid was blue. On and surrounding the roof of the tallest building, lit by the beautiful sunset only seen in Besaid, every citizen of Besaid was gathered, there were camera-ships in the sky, reporter crews on the ground and hundreds of people gathered together on the rooftops. At the front of it all was a space; within this space there were three people, Head Aeon Priest Hajo, The legendary Ronso Elder Kimahri and The Not-quite-so-legendary Historian Maechen (A/N Yes Maechen, I'm assuming that he stayed in Spira). In front of them was a white casket trimmed in gold. Hajo raised his hands to the people of Besaid and the viewers of Spira watching on their sphere sets.

"Besaid, people of Spira! We are gathered here today to witness the sending of our most beloved guardian, Lady Yuna. Who, not four hours ago, left us at the ripe old age of 97. She did much for us in this world, and it is only right that we gather here to witness her sending and subsequent passing on into the paradise of the Farplane. Before the speeches I wish to perform the ceremony."

The High Priest Drew Yuna's own Nirvana and stepped forward until he was just behind the casket. On-cue the Macalanian orchestra stepped up, their instruments at the ready. On the other side of the roof the Gagazet Ronso stepped up as well. Hajo took a deep breath. He lifted Yuna's Staff into the air and began to Dance.

The Macalanians began to play, the Torches surrounding the roof turned a brilliant blue and the Ronso began to sing in their deep sorrowful voices.

Ieyui
Nobomenu
Renmiri
Yojuyogo
Hasatekanae
Kutamae

Pyreflies began to emanate from Yunas casket, singing their song, spiralling with the music, taking off into the sunset.

The music began to draw to a close; Hajo lowered his staff and drew a great sigh. He looked up at the people gathered; many had tears in their eyes. Kimahri stepped up.

"Elder Kimahri proud that Yuna gave much happiness to Spira. Kimahri glad that Spira come to honour Yunas Memory and strength. Yuna was great elder and warrior, Lady Yuna fought for Spira and herself. She fight for Fayth. Spira in Yunas Debt. That Debt not yet repaid. But Kimahri Happy to see so many people here today." Kimahri finished abruptly and walked back to stand beside Maechen.

The media crews and spectators looked at each other in confusion. The Ronso elder had offered no explanation to Tidus's obvious absence or even made reference to the blonde immortal. They turned their heads as one to Maechen, as if expecting a speech from him too. But they were disappointed when Hajo stood once more.

"Yes, yes, as Elder Kimahri quite rightfully put it, we are all in Lady Yunas debt, let us never forget that. She devoted her life to our well being and we must remember that at all times."

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In the middle of the crowd stood a man, he was not just an ordinary man, he was not wearing the same expressions of sadness and was shedding no tears for Yuna. That does not mean to say that he wasn't sorrowful, oh no, he was sorrowful, he just was unable to express it, he was too deep in thought and caught up in his own world.

He was young, 18-22 yeas of age, he wore baggy black-blue jean pants lined with pockets and zips, some zips led to nothing and were mere decoration, some led to secret pockets, the Zips were there to look like a designer statement, but were more than that. On his feet he wore black boots lined around the laces with yellow. These boots looked as though they had secret compartments, but did not, save a slim silver blade sheathed above his ankle. His jeans hung over his boots, partially covering them.

Travelling further up you would find that his upper clothing was of a different sort; he wore a dark green hoodie, with the Abes logo stitched into it. This was nothing new, the Abes were a new designer name, everyone wanted an item with the Abes logo on it, though few knew what it truly signified. This man knew however, he knew that it was worn by Yuna during her conquest against Vegnagun. He knew that Tidus bared it in the prelude to the eternal calm, and he knew that it was tattooed to the chest of Jecht before his transformation. Yes it was a symbol for a blitz team, but it had a hidden meaning, it was the emblem of those willing to sacrifice it all to save Spira, it was the mark of a warrior fighting for what he believes is the way forward for Spira. Yes he knew all this, but he still chose to bear it and its burden to those who understood.

Under his hoodie he wore a baggy short-sleeved shirt, with a button up collar, the Abes logo tattooed to his upper arm. His hoodie had many secret pockets as well, just like his pants. On his hands he wore black gloves, plated with steel grey armour to protect his hands from damage. If you looked upon his face you would see maturity, even though his face was covered in the shadow of his drawn hood, you would still see a maturity that surpasses the years. He had medium length jet-black hair that stopped just past the ear lobe; it stuck out at the ends as if it was styled to do so. The most remarkable feature on his face was his eyes, piercing blue and full of emotion and meaning.

Across his back was a leather scabbard that hung down past his waist, sheathed inside the scabbard was a huge sword, it was crimson in colour and had veins of the lightest almost white blue running the length of the blade, the edges were tinted a deep blue colour and the hilt was jet black, set in the hilt was a huge emerald. Written along the hilt in Green were the words Dra Aht, The End. His name was Aeron Silver. He was a Knight of the Fayth.

Aeron Smiled sadly. 'I knew this day would come, well, off to Bevelle for me then'.

The mysterious figure turned, and with a sense of purpose, left the building.

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A/N: Yeah, I know its short, I'm sorry okay? Really I am! Please review, be as critical as you want as long as it is warranted and constructive criticism absolutely NO FLAMES! Mtbanger