AN: I wasn't sure whether to write the story in first or third person, considering Tidus has a narration throughout the game. I'm much more confident writing in third person, but I figured I should be true to the game with his narrations, so for the time being I'll be writing this story in third person, but separating the narrations so that I can write them in first person. This may not work, but I'm giving it a try. I hope you enjoy the prologue.
Final Fantasy X
a novelisation
Prologue
No one spoke. No one even knew what to say. The crackle of the campfire and the distant hum of pyreflies did little for the uneasy quiet that had settled among the seven of us. I sat with my arms resting on my knees, staring into the flames. I wanted to say something, anything, but there was no point. Nothing I could say would change anything. Nothing I could do could change what was to come.
It felt like our entire journey was weighing down on us. But how could I sit there and do nothing? I felt an itch in my fingers, an ache in my legs, and I couldn't be still any longer. I stood up, moving more than anyone had since we sat. No one looked up. The muscles in my legs thanked me for standing and stretching them, but I couldn't stay here. Everyone looked so miserable. I just couldn't wait with them.
I glanced at the hill beside us and decided that I'd perch up there. As I moved towards it, Yuna looked at me. The need to say something was strong, but there were no words. Instead, I put my hand on her shoulder as if touching her could send my thoughts to her. She didn't respond. I walked on, wishing I had something more to give her.
As I climbed the hill, a weird tremble ran through me. Before us was Zanarkand, in all its ruined glory. Surrounded by water, the city of rubble looked alien to me, yet it was beautiful. My breath caught in my throat as I looked on, watching pyreflies skim the surface of the water. This was as close to home as I was going to get, and Zanarkand was the end.
Listen to my story. This may be our last chance.
