Disclaimer: All aspects of Final Fantasy X belong to Square, not to me. This story has not been made for profit, just for fun! No infringement of rights is intended.

A/N: Hi, and welcome to my first fic. I got the idea for this when I thought, "If there was another FFX character, what would his Celestial Weapon be, and his Overdrive as well." And the ideas exploded into this story. I also got lots of inspiration from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series, and I used an idea from it, so no infringement intended there either. That series is really good; you should give it a go. Anyway, on with the show. I've written the first 15 chapters of this story, but I'm only putting the first six out there as a taster. There's no point in giving you the whole thing if nobody is reading it. Also, the chapters won't be incredibly long, since I'm simply incapable of pumping out something of length, but never fear, once this story is done I have ideas for two more following it. Please read and review, anything you want to say will be appreciated, and I want to know what everyone reckons I'm doing wrong. Ok, here we go…

Chapter 1: A Journey Begins

Everybody has their own story. A story that will intermingle with all other stories, one story influencing another, and that story in turn to influence it, all these stories combine to become the story of Spira. The last chapter of Spira's story ended with the defeat of Sin, but where one chapter ends, another must begin. This is the start of a whole new chapter of Spira's story; this is Corlan's story.

Corlan stood on the shore of the Moonflow, staring into his reflection. He was looking into a 15-year-old face, with long brown hair and dark eyes, the sunset casting an orange glow across his face. Many would have said that Corlan looked very determined just then, but what he really felt was stubbornly eager to get to his destination. Corlan was thinking of why he had run away from his home in Bevelle. The thought of running away had come to him not long after High Summoner Yuna had defeated Sin and brought the Eternal Calm. Corlan had spent his first years in Besaid, where he was born. His parents had come into some gil and decided to move to the big city, Bevelle. After the start of the Eternal Calm, Corlan realised that of the whole of Spira, the only part he had seen was the inside of his bedroom. He had been convinced that as soon as he left his house, Sin would rear up and annihilate Bevelle. He had had the very irrational feeling that he was somehow safe as long as he was within the walls of his home. After Sin's defeat, Corlan decided that he needed to see more of Spira, and thought that Besaid was as good a place as any to go and see. In fact it was better since he had been born there.

Corlan picked up his sword from its resting-place, and strapped it onto his back. The Soul Reaver was a very good sword, maybe one of the best in Spira. It could deal high damage, both to health and to magic power. It could pierce the hardest of fiends armour and gave Corlan the ability to dodge fiend's attacks and strike back. The Soul Reaver had been very useful to Corlan as he travelled alone through Macalania Woods and the Thunder Plains.

Corlan had not used the blade in a long time. It was a family heirloom, given to Corlan on his 7th birthday by his father, Jarith. Jarith had had just enough time to teach Corlan how to use the blade before he was called to fight for the Crusaders and died fighting a Sinspawn.

Thinking about his father's death did not affect him now; he had a long time to get over it. However sometimes when he thought of his father's death he felt incredibly bitter about it. For a few brief moments, Corlan would be engulfed with an immense rage, and the need to blame someone for his father's death; the Crusaders, Yevon, Sin, anybody. For those brief seconds, all Corlan wanted to do was reach out and strangle the shrouded figure that came into his vision, the shroud that was responsible for his father's death. And then, just like that, Corlan snapped out of his emotional trance, and those few moments of his life were immediately forgotten.

After strapping on his sword, Corlan inspected his clothes to see if they may need repair. Corlan definitely couldn't sew, but if he had to he would try. He was wearing semi blitzball-style clothes, which were mainly in dark blue and white, with a little bit of yellow worked in. After inspecting his clothes, Corlan concluded that the biggest problem with them was that they were quite dirty, to the point where the white on his shirt was virtually brown.

Corlan realised that this was the largest amount of water he would be near for a while, so he took the opportunity to wash his clothes in the Moonflow. After he was satisfied that his clothes were clean he put them back on, thankful that nobody had been around to see him in his underwear while he was washing his clothes.

Water dripping off his clothes, and making the material cling to his skin, Corlan walked into the shoopuf station and went in search of the item's dealer. His stock of potions had gone down considerably since his stop off at the Thunder Plains Travel Agency. Corlan had left his home with little over 200 gil and a few potions in his pocket. It was quite a good thing that the fiends kept dropping gil and items or else he would have been dead long ago. Corlan had always wondered why fiends dropped items and gil. Where did the stuff come from in the first place? He guessed that it was a mystery for another day.

After stocking up on healing items, Corlan made his way to the Hypello who ran the shoopuf station.

"Ride ze shoopuf?"

"Yeah thanks." Replied Corlan, handing over his coins for the trip.

Corlan boarded the shoopuf with excitement. This was one of things Corlan was looking forward to since he had left Bevelle. Riding a shoopuf across the Moonflow. As the shoopuf crossed the Moonflow, Corlan gazed around him in awe. He had never seen so many pyreflies in one place before. The sun was setting casting an orange glow over the water, and the slow swaying of the shoopuf was adding to the feeling of beauty and serenity. Corlan gazed down into the water and saw something that he had forgotten about; the sunken city at the bottom of the Moonflow. Corlan could not ever imagine a city as large as the one he was seeing now, but the city of Zanarkand, as it had been before it was destroyed by Sin, must have been at least as big.

The thought of Zanarkand triggered many other thoughts about Spira's history. Corlan was lost in thought when the motion of the shoopuf stopped and he realised that he must be at the other side already. He hopped off the shoopuf and walked down the road for a while until he found a good place to set up camp. He laid out his sleeping bag, built a small fire, and then began to prepare his meal. The meal was quite satisfying after a long day on the road, and soon after Corlan was finished eating he was snug inside his sleeping bag, and thinking of what tomorrow would bring before drifting off to sleep.