Hey peoples! Ok, this is a cross between FFX/FFX-2. It's about a kid who happens to be the legendary guardian's son which nobody, & I mean nobody, knew Auron had. Auron became a father about a year or so before Braskas pilgrimage, but because of the fact that he was preoccupied with the pain & agony of losing Braska & Jecht, he totally forgot about it! It never crossed Auron's mind or ever showed any recollection of the fact that he was a father. He never said a word about it.

I woke up hearing a knock at my door. "Ikrian! There's someone at the door who says he wants to talk to you!"

I jumped out of bed and slipped on my usual attire; my fathers old robe from his days living in the temple, a leather vest made just for me that I had received on my thirteenth birthday, a pair of boots some monk found in my fathers living quarters about five years after he left for the pilgrimage, A belt that my mother thought I should wear so my pants don't fall off of me even though I never needed it, & my bracers some Al-behd bought from somebody that was sold to me along with a glove that fits my right hand for three-hundred fifty Gil. all of this went over my black shirt & my black pants. I usually let my robe hang down on my right side just for looks.

I went to the door to meet someone dressed in an old summoner's outfit. "Greetings, you must be the son of the legendary Sir Auron, correct?" I nodded. "I am Summoner Barogue. I am an old friend of your fathers."

I gave him a glare that said, "I have already have seen many people come by to mourn my father's death, so don't think that yours is any different!" He read message clearly.

"I'm not here to mourn your fathers death. I'm here to make a request!" I glared at him. "What kind of request are we talking about here Summoner Barogue?"
He looked at me with the most pleading gaze that I had seen in a grown ups eyes. "Become my guardian & help me rid Spira of most of the feinds!"
"But how...?"
I heard a female voice, full of experience, that i hadn't heard before. "There is a new kind of Aeon, an Aeon that relies on their on energy with very little help from the Farplane."

I looked in the direction of the voice. I saw a woman wearing a black dress & her hair pinned back in a bun with various pins. Her dress had an openning that was criss-crossed with black belts. A whimpering emanated from her back.

"Um... ma'm..." I started.

She looked over towards me. "Your asking about my child's safety, aren't you? He'll be fine." She looked over to Summoner Barogue. "With that kind of concern, he would make a good guardian, Barogue. Not only that, he would make his father proud." Shock & confusion spread across my face. Were the rumors wrong? Was my father alive?

Seeing my expression he said with a reassuring smile, "Sir Auron, your father, is an aeon now. He works along side his old comrades, Braska & Jecht." I was lost in the explanation, but my display of emotions betrayed me. Instead of confusion, I had a look of disbelief on my face. He gave an exasperated sigh. "You don't believe me? Fine, I'll show you." He began to twirl his decorated staff.

Wakka, the retired blitzball captain & formally retired guardian backed up into Kimahri Ronso of Gagazet, another formally retired guardian. What was happening, I would have never known…

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