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Summary: All journeys have a beginning and an end, as does every story. As with both, some take longer to complete than others but all change the traveller forever. Christie Wilson, Lysander Adams and Grace Buffay have all taken the first step of their journeys and they will travel to the one destination they cherish most: home.

Brief Author's Note: This is a re-write of the already rewritten "Connection: New Game". I am re-writing stories "Connection: New Game" through "Too Broken" as I, once again, feel that they are below par and need serious work and tidying done. Readers of the first two writes will be familiar with the plot but I will try to keep the story as fresh as possible. Also, "Connection: New Game" has now been deleted to make way for this re-write, so I'm sorry to everyone who had been following these stories.

This story contains violence and swearing.

Connection

Prologue

Six months.

It had been six months since I arrived in this place. Zanarkand. A place that never seemed real to me until six months ago. I was scared the whole time, lost and alone with no one to turn to. I was also confused and had so many questions: why was I here? What was the purpose? Would I ever get home?

I am not from this world. This is not my world; not my home. My name is Christie Wilson, a fourteen year old who played this when it first came out and forgot about it since. I don't remember how I got into this world and I'm determined to believe this was a dream. All just a dream and I'd wake up in my bed, or in hospital, or somewhere knowing I was home. All I know is that one minute I'm home and the next I'm lying in the middle of the street, my head bleeding from a bad fall, and a bunch of people standing around me wondering what the Hell happened. Of course I couldn't explain to them, I didn't know myself. One took me to a hospital, asked me my name, where I lived and such. It took me a while to register where I was, a week or two maybe because I didn't want to believe my situation. When I told them I didn't have a home I was made to stay in the hospital until arrangements where made. I was put in a care home for minors until someone had the heart to adopt me. I was orphan, essentially, but with a family who were on a different planet.

Six months I was stuck in that place, confused and lonely and unable to get any answers. That's all I really wanted, was answers. I had to find someone who could give me them and that care home was not the place, I don't think anywhere in Zanarkand was going to give me the answers I wanted. I wished that something would happen, something that would give me the answers I wanted.

Then there's the old saying 'Be careful what you wish for'.

It was evening and there was a huge Blitzball Tournament starting for the Jecht Memorial Cup. The Abes, the team Jecht used to play for and now his son did, were playing tonight against the Duggles and the runners of the care home decided to take us to the game. I did like Blitzball, if I was a little confused by the idea of it, my knowledge of the world was lacking severely and I was not prepared to rely on it and stuck to asking questions. I did like swimming and was a strong swimmer but I was far from the level the Blitz Players were at.

They allowed us to dress up for that night in our best clothes. I didn't have much in the way of clothes, bar the ones on my back, but I was got to wear a blue knee length dress, black sandals and a short black jacket. I was actually really excited to see the game, if anything at least I'd stop worrying about how to get home for a couple of hours. At least that's what I thought.

The game was well into the first half when it happened. I was with the other girls from the care home cheering for the Abes, who were already a point up against the Duggles. The Abes' Star Player, Tidus, was already showing off in the arena and had leapt out of the pool to perform his Sphere Shot.

It felt like time slowed down when the first blast hit. Screams filled the stadium and almost immediately everyone started pushing and shoving to get out as soon as possible. I was grabbed by one of the carers and pulled out of the stadium but another blast, along with people shoving, quickly separated us. I was pushed to the ground and almost trampled on, so I had to scramble back up and make a run for it.

I could see no one familiar when I escaped the stadium and got outside. There was rubble everywhere and people were screaming and panicking and wanting to get to safety. My instincts just told me to run, so that's what I did. I ran. I ran just to get away from the chaos with little to no idea where to go. It felt like the whole city was going to be destroyed. My fears were confirmed when I saw the cause of the explosions.

It was huge and grey, sending missiles at everything and anything. My blood went cold at the sight of it, yet something was compelling me to get closer. That was definitely something I wasn't fond of doing and I tried to turn the other way and run from it rather than to it. Every step I took back I took two forward. I groaned inwardly and started going towards the huge, dangerous beast destroying the city because that's a sensible idea.

Running towards the beast already had consequences and one of them was being surrounded by... things, I don't know what they were but I was more than freaked out. I couldn't fight and ran for it, being chased by the monsters. I didn't look behind me but they did get a few nips at my legs but all I did was keep running, getting closer and closer to the huge beast. Just keep running, that's all that was in my head. It was all I could do to avoid getting killed.