Alright first story I've written :D I adore Final Fantasy X so decided to give story writing a try. Hope you like it.

"Get it right!"

My commander was yelling at me over and over again for getting the same thing wrong. I could do this, well at least I hoped I could. I said a silent prayer praising Yevon, asking for the strength I so desperately needed. There were not many girls who chose to become warrior monks, actually I was the only one. The church said Yevon looked down upon women becoming them and said I should just become an Acolyte, but I refused. I loved Spira and I loved Yevon and I wanted to keep the people of Spira as safe as possible. I felt the butt of the rifle hit me in between the shoulder blades, I couldn't help but drop to my knees in pain.

"Pay attention rookie."

My commander still called me rookie even though I had been a warrior monk for a little over a year now. He dismissed everyone and my fellow warriors just passed me while I was still on my knees trying to catch my breath and trying to force the pain away, no such luck though. My commander and I were the only ones left and I could feel him creep up behind me, before I knew it his foot was right between my shoulder blades and he pushed me, more like kicked so I was now face down on the cold cement floor.

"You don't belong here girl."

After he left it took me a few minutes to find my will to even stand. I knew my back would be extremely bruised as always. For a year straight all the other warrior monks tried to get me to leave, but I refused. I was here to fight for Spira. I finally found my strength and began to make my way to my home. Since in fact I was a girl I couldn't go bunk with the guys, that was one thing I enjoyed. I actually got to go home, even if it was just an old empty house. It was better then living with at least thirty men. I unlocked my door and pushed my way through and slammed it shut. I made my way into my bedroom, it was rather normal looking. Plain walls, plain sheets, plain everything really. I didn't have anything that was really personal. No photos. No nothing. I let out a sigh as the loneliness began to wash over me once again. I lifted my helmet and my long light brown hair began to cascade around my shoulders. I began to twirl my fingers through my beautiful hair, it was something I took pride in. I still had the rest of my uniform on when I fell face first onto my bed.

"Looks like another lonely night."

I fell asleep trying to forget all of the pain in my shoulder and back, I began to dream. A dream of a better place, a better Spira. One with no Sin. The dream lasted for what seemed forever, it was so peaceful and I wondered if a place like that could actually exist. I slowly woke up and rubbed my eyes just a bit. I sat up and looked at the mirror that was across from my bed, I looked like I hadn't got any sleep at all. My bright green eyes seemed duller then usual and I had bags under my eyes.

"I guess I didn't sleep that long."

Boy was I wrong, I looked over at my clock and I was already an hour late for training. I jumped up and grabbed a hold of my helmet and put it on as I ran out the front door. I was thankful that I had fallen asleep in my uniform this time. I began to run through the church but stopped when I heard a familiar voice, the voice to a certain Guado Maester.

"Operation Mi'ihen was certainly a failure, we knew this before jumping in though."

I heard his cynical laugh and it sent shivers down my spine. Certainly the maester didn't do this on purpose. He wouldn't purposely send all those crusaders to their untimely death, no he couldn't have. I stood there for a good five minutes and listened to the maester, he then brought up his father's death. Ah yes Lord Jyscal was such an inspiration to us all, especially the Guado.

"Was a shame that he didn't even fight back, he could of at least made it fun for me."

What? No. No. No. What the maester was saying couldn't possibly mean he had killed his father. Impossible. But of course I was too curious for my own good and continued to listen. After another five minutes I had learned the horrible truth behind Lord Lyscal's death.

"No..."

I covered my mouth as the words slipped out involuntarily.

"Hm is someone there?"

Instead of facing him and being either extremely brave or extremely stupid, I ran. I didn't even know where I was going exactly I just knew I had to get the hell out of Bevelle. I was scared that Seymour would find me and punish me so I ran as fast as I could and was thankful I had my helmet on. I had never actually been out of Bevelle during my whole twenty two years of being alive. Bevelle was always my home and I had vowed to protect it. I made my way and entered Macalania, just because I had never left Bevelle didn't mean I didn't know the world around me. I knew I didn't want to go in the direction of Zanarkand so I went the only other way. I still had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there, but something was telling me to leave. As I got closer to the exit of Macalania I could hear loud rumbles of Thunder and I could see the flashing of lights in the distance.

"The Thunder Plains."

I could feel my heart racing as I made my way even farther away from my home in Bevelle. Well...it wasn't like I was really leaving anything behind. I had no family, no nothing. I stood at the edge of the Thunder Plains and watched as the lightening struck the ground, my fear made me tremble a bit but I needed to get farther away so I began my journey across the open field of lightening rods. So far so good, dodging lightening bolts was rather hard but I was doing okay. The fiends were rather difficult though and they bruised almost every inch of my body that didn't have armor on it. As my body became weak I became slow and before I knew it I was struck by lightening. My world went black and I felt myself drop to the ground with a loud thud, may Yevon help me.

"Pretty please? Just a few minutes? I'm scared of lightning! Let's rest, please? Pretty please?"

The whole group ignored her and the guardians continued to walk away from their newest member along this journey.

"I'm too young to die! You're mean...cruel! Your moms would be ashamed of you!"

Rikku looked as if she were about to burst in tears. Auron sighed and then spoke.

"Fine, we rest. She's worse than the storm."

Everyone made their way into the conveniently placed inn along the Thunder Plains. Yuna walked up to the clerk as they entered.

"Are there any rooms available."

"Oh I'm sorry m'lady summoner but we only have one room and it's taken at the moment."

"Oh well that's fine."

As soon as Yuna turned away there was a loud scream coming from the back room.

I had woken up screaming from the horrid nightmare that I was having. I dreamed that I had over heard maester Seymour talking about murdering his own father. I rubbed my eyes and my whole body ached, man the commander really must of out done himself this time. I looked around and saw a blond haired male with tanned skin. I looked into his eyes. An Al Bhed! I had never met an Al Bhed before, only heard stories about how they hated Yevon and used forbidden machina so I felt very uncomfortable.

"Hello, I am Rin."

He nodded his head and took a few steps forward and got down on one knee to be on the same level as me. I just realized I was in a bed. What the hell was going on.

"I own this Travel Agency, I brought you here when I found you on the Thunder Plains. Did you get struck my lightening?"

I just simply nodded my head. He saved me, I guess the Al Bhed weren't so bad after all, well at least this one. I looked over to to the sound of a loud squeal and the door bursting open to reveal a girl with blond hair.

"Rin! What was that...oh...sorry."

The girl was quiet when she looked over and saw me lying on the bed.

"Is he okay?"

"I think so, I found him passed out. He says lightening struck him."

Wait? He? I was confused for a moment but then I realized I still had on my uniform and no one could tell what gender I was in them. I looked back at the door to see more people coming into the room. My eyes widened when I saw Sir Auron walk in. Every Warrior Monk knew of the legendary Auron. Using every last ounce of my strength I stood up and wobbled towards the legend and bowed down in front of him.

"Sir Auron it is a pleasure."

I took my helmet off and let my hair fall down all around me as I stared down at the floor while conversing with the legend.

"I am Aliee. A Warrior Monk."

"You can stand, there is no need to bow to me."

I let out a gasp, was Sir Auron so humble? I immediately stood up at his request and even dared looking at the legend himself.

"So they let girls in now?"

I could see his smirk and my eyes widened a bit.