Description: An ambitious summoner, deprived of purpose at the start of Lady Yuna's calm, emerges from obscurity to leave his mark on Spira's history. This is his story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X or intend to follow the existing storyline properly. I disregard all the events of X-2.
Author's Note: I should say that this fanfiction is rated M just in case I outgrow my T limits. I don't know where this is headed yet and distressingly graphic scenes may mark the combat or budding romance could become detailed. Don't worry if that bothers you, because I will mark a chapter that crosses the line too much at the beginning of the Author's Note. Eventual Lulu X Yuna pairing as the summoner and her guardians enter the story to combat this new threat. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy.
Prologue
It has been one year since the fall of Yu Yevon and his unholy armor that was Spira's bane. It is now starting to sink in for the populace. This is their reality, Sin has been vanquished for good. With the final rest for the Fayth, summoners and aeons are now a thing of the past and Spira must move on. People are happier and the cities thrive on business, trade, and Blitzball. Spira is left a paradise in Sin's absence.
All the summoners that had been left powerless after the end of the Fayth have taken up ordinary lives that had been denied them ever since "the choice". One summoner in particular had just completed his summoner training and called his first aeon only a day before Sinfall. And now he lives in the abandoned Kilika temple, contemplating his call in life. Had not his father called him destined to slay the beast? Those marked by destiny rarely found happiness elsewhere.
As the young Kale thought this, he was also monitoring and controlling the fires in the old cloister of trials to match that of his breathing. Magic, at least, had not deserted him. He found the rhythmic thrum of power that controlled the elements to be a great focus in life. If all else should fail, he could easily become a fiend slayer that patrolled the paths between cities, vanquishing fiends to keep the travelers safe, but this did not appeal to him. Why should he, who blessed with magic, have to cripple his life for those who have none? Besides, people would bother the slayers in hopes that one might magically preserve vegetables or track down a lost chocobo. They led a harassed and monotonous life. It was not for one who dreamed of adventure and the slaying of the ultimate fiend.
Kale was a determined, fiery tempered man. Most claimed that that was why Ifrit had accepted his call immediately. Aeons linked easily to those who shared their mindset. And with red-orange hair that hung past his shoulders, a stout, muscular build, and eyes that burned with fiery red irises; he didn't look that far off from Ifrit either.
He had developed an immediate friendship with the hellish creature's fayth that had only lasted a day thanks to High Summoner Yuna's misguided sacrilege that had doomed all the fayth to extinction. When she had faced Sin, she had actually fought her aeons and permanently pierced the fayth to which they were bound. Not only was Kale left without a purpose in life, but he was left without a good friend too. Because of this, he resented the Lady Summoner and all that she and her Guardians had stood for.
But Kale did not despair, for not all was lost. There was a way to undo all that was lost and give all the summoners a purpose yet again. And to give himself a purpose again. But, to defeat something that does not exist, he must first bring it into creation...
