The Journey Chapter One by Nirvana
Author's Note: This story is very old and was on Fanfiction.net a long time ago, last year at this time. I got the story up to chapter fourteen or fifth teen the chapters at the start of the story were done horribly and crudely. So I come back to try this again, this time it will be better. And hopefully I will finish it this time!
Date Started: July 3rd 2003 2:07 P.M Date Finished: July 3rd 2003 5:23 P.M
A man stood in front of one of the largest building's in all of Spira. The Beville temple. The temple was very nicely built and furnished with the finest things of Spira. Many people had worked on the temple; it was something so tall that few would ever reach the top.
The young man stood on the bottom steps of the building, feeling very insignificant. Like a tiny bug compared to a house. The best men Spira had to offer, though many of those great defenders had died in the process, guarded the Bevelle temple. All trying to keep Spira safe from the monster Sin. Sin was something no one man could beat it was a giant wall of water it was an army of one.
The young man's name was Auron he wore his new red jacket, it had cost him most of what he had earned but it was time to leave Bevelle, the largest city in Spira. Auron was twenty-six years old. He had sold his apartment, and bought a few items. And quit his job of teaching sword defense. The job was low paying only 300 Gil was made per day, the average person made 500 Gil per day. The red jacket had cost him close to two months salary. It was priced in the 30000 range, although the jacket was warm. It would be his blanket and his savoir.
Auron was tired of the life he was living it was quite obvious to many he would have to join the Warrior Monks. The group protected Spira, and the men in the army were all well trained and fed. All he needed to do was pass a simple fighting test to get in. It would be simple although over confidence often led to defeat. His father had thought him that, in a very harsh way. His father had lost his life due to his over confidence. A high price, to pay.
A man approached Auron dressed in a robe of the Warrior Monk. He whispered to Auron very softly. "Follow me to have your fighting test." Auron simply nodded and the two walked. The two men, had come to a simple storage facility, it was gray and dusty, and very dark. The lights had been dimmed to an extremely low setting.
The man sat down on a stool in the corner of the room and nodded in a different direction. A door slightly to the left of Auron flew open and out walked a Monk.
The first man sitting down said few words. "Beat this man in combat and you're in our service." Auron searched across the room for a weapon when the Monk started charging blindly at Auron.
In the corner in a tall bucket was a sword. Auron leaped into the air to avoid being hit with the sword and fell to the ground in a quick motion. Auron kicked the man across the chest when he tried to slice the sword down again into Auron. He tumbled down; the whole room shook when he fell to the floor.
The sword was now in Auron's grasp the blade on the sword was longer then his arm. The grip of the handle was nice and some kind of rare gem was incrusted into the sword. The very heavy monk stood again and this time Auron was ready for whatever was coming. The monk pushed all his weight against Auron's sword.
Auron was sliding on the floor closer the window Auron side stepped and the moved away from the man. The monk fell onto the barrow where the sword was it crushed under his weight. Auron moved over the monk and was bringing the sword down to slice into the monk's heart but instead the back end of the heavy man's sword jabbed into Auron's neck.
Auron fell back and came back on top of the heavy man and was slicing down on the man when all the lights came on. Auron was temporarily blinded; the Monk who was sitting in the corner came over.
"Auron you are now apart of the Warrior Monks. Suddenly cheering came from the second floor there stood many people, all Warrior Monks Auron assumed.
"My name is Lord Daco, and I lead the men here, Auron you came at a good time tomorrow a Summoner is coming to the Beville Monk training Center to choose a guardian, there will be a big tournament to decide the winner of the title, you will be in the tournament like these fine men and woman above you."
"Now we go back to the dormitory, and we will get you settled in.," said Deco. The Monks walked back up on the second floor through some hallways, Lord Daco met Auron down on the battle floor after the Monks had left. "Auron when I watched that fight I saw a true fighter inside of you tomorrow on the battlefield I truly believe you will be crowned champion, and become lord Braska's guardian." Lord Daco grinned.
Auron nodded his head and allowed a small grin to emerge. "Thank you my lord, I am ready to fight for Lord Braska tomorrow may be the biggest day of my life." Said Auron while he and Daco walked through some of the halls.
The camp, turned out to be about three hours from all civilization, they had taken Chocabos for the last leg of the route. It truly was a secret place; from the outside it appeared like a mansion for some kind of rich businessman.
Auron found his room shortly after they arrived. In that room was a lumbering huge Ronso. The room itself was rather large because of the Ronso; on the walls were various pictures of Blitzball teams and weapons to a large painting of a battle.
The man in red stood there not really knowing what to say to the man, the Ronso walked over and hugged Auron. "I Zon Ronso, you are Auron?" Auron nodded, the Ronso's truly were a tall bunch, and Zon stood two, maybe three feet taller then Auron.
It was very late at night, the darkness was everywhere, and Auron lay his head down and went to sleep hoping tomorrow would bring good things.
Author's Note: This story is very old and was on Fanfiction.net a long time ago, last year at this time. I got the story up to chapter fourteen or fifth teen the chapters at the start of the story were done horribly and crudely. So I come back to try this again, this time it will be better. And hopefully I will finish it this time!
Date Started: July 3rd 2003 2:07 P.M Date Finished: July 3rd 2003 5:23 P.M
A man stood in front of one of the largest building's in all of Spira. The Beville temple. The temple was very nicely built and furnished with the finest things of Spira. Many people had worked on the temple; it was something so tall that few would ever reach the top.
The young man stood on the bottom steps of the building, feeling very insignificant. Like a tiny bug compared to a house. The best men Spira had to offer, though many of those great defenders had died in the process, guarded the Bevelle temple. All trying to keep Spira safe from the monster Sin. Sin was something no one man could beat it was a giant wall of water it was an army of one.
The young man's name was Auron he wore his new red jacket, it had cost him most of what he had earned but it was time to leave Bevelle, the largest city in Spira. Auron was twenty-six years old. He had sold his apartment, and bought a few items. And quit his job of teaching sword defense. The job was low paying only 300 Gil was made per day, the average person made 500 Gil per day. The red jacket had cost him close to two months salary. It was priced in the 30000 range, although the jacket was warm. It would be his blanket and his savoir.
Auron was tired of the life he was living it was quite obvious to many he would have to join the Warrior Monks. The group protected Spira, and the men in the army were all well trained and fed. All he needed to do was pass a simple fighting test to get in. It would be simple although over confidence often led to defeat. His father had thought him that, in a very harsh way. His father had lost his life due to his over confidence. A high price, to pay.
A man approached Auron dressed in a robe of the Warrior Monk. He whispered to Auron very softly. "Follow me to have your fighting test." Auron simply nodded and the two walked. The two men, had come to a simple storage facility, it was gray and dusty, and very dark. The lights had been dimmed to an extremely low setting.
The man sat down on a stool in the corner of the room and nodded in a different direction. A door slightly to the left of Auron flew open and out walked a Monk.
The first man sitting down said few words. "Beat this man in combat and you're in our service." Auron searched across the room for a weapon when the Monk started charging blindly at Auron.
In the corner in a tall bucket was a sword. Auron leaped into the air to avoid being hit with the sword and fell to the ground in a quick motion. Auron kicked the man across the chest when he tried to slice the sword down again into Auron. He tumbled down; the whole room shook when he fell to the floor.
The sword was now in Auron's grasp the blade on the sword was longer then his arm. The grip of the handle was nice and some kind of rare gem was incrusted into the sword. The very heavy monk stood again and this time Auron was ready for whatever was coming. The monk pushed all his weight against Auron's sword.
Auron was sliding on the floor closer the window Auron side stepped and the moved away from the man. The monk fell onto the barrow where the sword was it crushed under his weight. Auron moved over the monk and was bringing the sword down to slice into the monk's heart but instead the back end of the heavy man's sword jabbed into Auron's neck.
Auron fell back and came back on top of the heavy man and was slicing down on the man when all the lights came on. Auron was temporarily blinded; the Monk who was sitting in the corner came over.
"Auron you are now apart of the Warrior Monks. Suddenly cheering came from the second floor there stood many people, all Warrior Monks Auron assumed.
"My name is Lord Daco, and I lead the men here, Auron you came at a good time tomorrow a Summoner is coming to the Beville Monk training Center to choose a guardian, there will be a big tournament to decide the winner of the title, you will be in the tournament like these fine men and woman above you."
"Now we go back to the dormitory, and we will get you settled in.," said Deco. The Monks walked back up on the second floor through some hallways, Lord Daco met Auron down on the battle floor after the Monks had left. "Auron when I watched that fight I saw a true fighter inside of you tomorrow on the battlefield I truly believe you will be crowned champion, and become lord Braska's guardian." Lord Daco grinned.
Auron nodded his head and allowed a small grin to emerge. "Thank you my lord, I am ready to fight for Lord Braska tomorrow may be the biggest day of my life." Said Auron while he and Daco walked through some of the halls.
The camp, turned out to be about three hours from all civilization, they had taken Chocabos for the last leg of the route. It truly was a secret place; from the outside it appeared like a mansion for some kind of rich businessman.
Auron found his room shortly after they arrived. In that room was a lumbering huge Ronso. The room itself was rather large because of the Ronso; on the walls were various pictures of Blitzball teams and weapons to a large painting of a battle.
The man in red stood there not really knowing what to say to the man, the Ronso walked over and hugged Auron. "I Zon Ronso, you are Auron?" Auron nodded, the Ronso's truly were a tall bunch, and Zon stood two, maybe three feet taller then Auron.
It was very late at night, the darkness was everywhere, and Auron lay his head down and went to sleep hoping tomorrow would bring good things.