A/N: OK, I'm back again with another FFX fic. Those of you who have been
reading and hopefully enjoying my other fanfic, please read the following
message to understand what's going on. I am gonna take this time to give
you a longer summary of this fic due to the lack of information that I
failed to fit into the summary box, so READ THE FOLLOWING!
Summary: A dark and clouded past is finally revealed in the mysterious prelude to The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira. A boy struggles to discover his true purpose as he takes on a quest for vengeance, honor, and answers. To survive, he must join with a master of deception, and fight against many terrors until he is forced to face his worst fear of all. Only until he does this can he find his true destiny. If he does not survive, all of Spira may fall into darkness.
Well there you have it, the long summary. Now I have to skip to the legal stuff.
Disclaimers: Ok, the only part of FFX that I own is the game and its sequel. It has gotten a lot harder though due to the release of FFX-2 because The Son of Auron is kinda like a different X-2 storyline. Just bear with me, Ok. Also, I do own most of the characters in this fic unlike the second part. This fic has deemed this rating due to a bit of angst along with some blood and violence and some minor cursing just so you know. And that's about everything so now I give you:
The Son of Auron: The Ruba Spheres
Prologue
Yuna and her guardians were walking down the Mihen Highroad where they were stopped by a trio of Chocobo knights patrolling the area.
A fiery-haired woman leading the group of birds spoke up, "Lady Summoner, I presume?"
"Yes, I am Yuna," said the Summoner of the party.
The woman on the Chocabo spoke again, "I am Lucil, captain of the Djose Chocobo Knights."
The dark haired female rider to Lucil's right spoke up, "And I'm Elma. We've been charged to guard the highroad."
"There have been reports of a large fiend appearing in this area, with a taste for chocobos," said Lucil.
Elma said, "Do take care, Summoner Yuna, if you are to rent any chocobos?"
"Thank you. We will be careful," replied Yuna.
"Good," said Lucil. "We should get back to our rounds. Farewell."
"Our prayers are with you," said Elma.
The trio of Chocobos departed toward the north end of the road.
The third of the riders hadn't properly introduced himself. His name was Clasko.
He rode with Lucil and Elma down the road once more until he was asked by Elma to ride ahead towards the northern point while she and Lucil helped assist a nearby wagon.
He dismounted his bird when he arrived at the travel agency and entered the shop to buy supplies.
Entering the shop, Clasko walked up to the counter to purchase some potions.
The shopkeeper handed him his request and prepared to exit.
He was called back by a weary voice that seemed to ring over all of the chatter and ruckus of other customers.
"Hey, hey you. HEEEEY!" called the voice.
Clasko turned in shock to look apon an old man appearing to be a hermit.
The old man spoke up again, "You look like one of them soldier folk that'r head'n ta Mushroom Rock, righ?"
Clasko nodded cautiously and said, "Why do you ask?"
The old man chuckled to himself, "I jus' thought ya might want this here map that I stumbled across coming here. It looks like the Rock road so for a few pieces o' gil there an it's all yere's."
Clasko took a moment to decide but chose to take the offer because he was afraid of the creepy old fart.
He examined the layout of the map and found many land marks that resembled those found on the actual trail such as the statue of Lord Mihen.
The one thing that caught his attention was a strange circle around the statue on the map and the words "HS-1" was scribbled beside it.
Across the top of the map were the words "#16-MR" in poor hand writing and some small bloodstains spotted the back.
Clasko looked up at the old coot with a smirk but the hermit was gone.
-Later-
Clasko stood guarding the northern gate as Yuna and her party arrived on some rented chocobos.
Stepping forward, he said, "You have to leave your chocobos here."
"Come on, everyone off!"
After they were granted access by Lord Seymour to enter, Clasko too entered the road.
"Excuse me, Lady Summoner Yuna?" said Clasko running up to greet the party.
"Yes?" she asked.
"The command center..." he continued.
"Maester Seymour requests your presence there, ma'am."
"Thank you," she replied.
"Take that road to the command center. It's not far."
"We're still in the midst of preparations this way. Sorry." Said Clasko as the summoner departed.
Clasko then diverted his attention toward the other road.
He informed the guard of his departure and that he would return as he set off down the road to the statue.
Clasko's number one weakness in life was his curiosity.
When he saw that circled statue on the map that he now looked apon, something told him that he was going to find something there, something that he wouldn't regret finding.
Arriving at the feet of the statue, Clasko observed the area around it.
Several minutes passed and Clasko found nothing and as he was about to turn and walk away, he saw a small glimmer in the shadows cast by the back of the statue.
He crept closer for a better look to find a dirty blue movie sphere embedded in the wall behind the sculpture.
He carefully removed it, dusted off the dirt on the recorded item, and examined the bottom.
Under it, he discovered a few words that read: Hope Sphere One.
He was about to play the recording, hoping to find a message worthy of a handsome price to the sphere hunters but decided to view it after he had finished helping out with Operation Mihen.
With that, he tucked it into his pocket and set off for the beach.
-After the events of the attack from Sin-
Clasko sat in his room at the Rin's Travel Agency on the highroad bawling his head.
So many innocent lives lost for only trying to save others. When will the terror end?
These were the thoughts that flashed through Clasko's mind.
He suddenly felt as if his seemingly perfect job was starting to loosen its grip on him.
He knew that this wasn't his destiny. He knew that it lasted elsewhere, but how could he quit now, when he was needed most? Would he have to wait for the next Calm to resign? Would there even be another Calm? What was his destiny?
He lied down on his bed thinking that sleep would help but he felt a sharp pain in his upper leg.
He reached into his pocket to pull out the sphere he had found at Mushroom Rock road.
Maybe watching it would get his mind off of things.
Activating the sphere, Clasko waited as the old movie hummed to life.
A figure appeared in the sphere and Clasko realized that it was a man.
He wore a blue robe along with some cargo pants, but this wasn't what surprised Clasko.
It was the man's face, the fact that it was hidden for some reason.
At first, Clasko thought him to be Al Bhed but he remembered that they wore masks.
This guy wore a long, silk cloth wrapped around his jaw so that the end of the nose to the top of his shoulders were concealed.
He wore dark mirrored sunglasses and a fisherman's hat on his head.
Clasko was hesitant of watching further at first but his instincts told him to continue.
Finally, the man spoke but when he did, Clasko discovered with surprise that this was in fact no more than a teenage boy.
"If you are watching this sphere, then it most likely wasn't on accident," said the boy in the dome.
"I have been on a quest for many years. Those many years have been filled with pain and betrayal. If you are watching this sphere, then I am probably dead already, but I wish not to remain anonymous to Spira for I want to be known as one who brought another day to this land or died trying. Do not get me wrong for I am not hoping for a monument, I only wish to be heard. Please, hear me and do not ignore me for this may be my last chance to end the growing threat that is about to strike. What I am about to tell you may be a shock but everyone must be known, I feel."
Clasko continued to watch wide eyed as the sphere continued, "The story I am about to tell you is a long one for the short life I have lived here, because of this, I have left other spheres across Spira in places that are safe and hidden. I leave the directions to finding the next sphere at the end of each including this very one. I shall now tell you the story of pain that I have miraculously survived through and I hope that you listen. This is no more than a legend to many but to me, it is life."
With that said, the boy cleared his throat and began his tale.
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A/N: Wow, first chappie done and it was exhausting. Sorry about the length if you have read my other chapters but once the story gets along, it will gradually get longer. To those that have never read my other fic, it doesn't really matter if you read that before this even though it is the sequel to this fic. Anyway, please send reviews if you like this fic or if you didn't, but just know that it gets better. No flames please for all will be ignored and/or shall receive my wrath in the next chapter. Hehehe just kidding but no flames please. But overall, thanks to all reviewers of The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira, and thanks to all who choose to review this fic. Like I said, this fic will get better. Cheers!
~Callik~
Summary: A dark and clouded past is finally revealed in the mysterious prelude to The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira. A boy struggles to discover his true purpose as he takes on a quest for vengeance, honor, and answers. To survive, he must join with a master of deception, and fight against many terrors until he is forced to face his worst fear of all. Only until he does this can he find his true destiny. If he does not survive, all of Spira may fall into darkness.
Well there you have it, the long summary. Now I have to skip to the legal stuff.
Disclaimers: Ok, the only part of FFX that I own is the game and its sequel. It has gotten a lot harder though due to the release of FFX-2 because The Son of Auron is kinda like a different X-2 storyline. Just bear with me, Ok. Also, I do own most of the characters in this fic unlike the second part. This fic has deemed this rating due to a bit of angst along with some blood and violence and some minor cursing just so you know. And that's about everything so now I give you:
The Son of Auron: The Ruba Spheres
Prologue
Yuna and her guardians were walking down the Mihen Highroad where they were stopped by a trio of Chocobo knights patrolling the area.
A fiery-haired woman leading the group of birds spoke up, "Lady Summoner, I presume?"
"Yes, I am Yuna," said the Summoner of the party.
The woman on the Chocabo spoke again, "I am Lucil, captain of the Djose Chocobo Knights."
The dark haired female rider to Lucil's right spoke up, "And I'm Elma. We've been charged to guard the highroad."
"There have been reports of a large fiend appearing in this area, with a taste for chocobos," said Lucil.
Elma said, "Do take care, Summoner Yuna, if you are to rent any chocobos?"
"Thank you. We will be careful," replied Yuna.
"Good," said Lucil. "We should get back to our rounds. Farewell."
"Our prayers are with you," said Elma.
The trio of Chocobos departed toward the north end of the road.
The third of the riders hadn't properly introduced himself. His name was Clasko.
He rode with Lucil and Elma down the road once more until he was asked by Elma to ride ahead towards the northern point while she and Lucil helped assist a nearby wagon.
He dismounted his bird when he arrived at the travel agency and entered the shop to buy supplies.
Entering the shop, Clasko walked up to the counter to purchase some potions.
The shopkeeper handed him his request and prepared to exit.
He was called back by a weary voice that seemed to ring over all of the chatter and ruckus of other customers.
"Hey, hey you. HEEEEY!" called the voice.
Clasko turned in shock to look apon an old man appearing to be a hermit.
The old man spoke up again, "You look like one of them soldier folk that'r head'n ta Mushroom Rock, righ?"
Clasko nodded cautiously and said, "Why do you ask?"
The old man chuckled to himself, "I jus' thought ya might want this here map that I stumbled across coming here. It looks like the Rock road so for a few pieces o' gil there an it's all yere's."
Clasko took a moment to decide but chose to take the offer because he was afraid of the creepy old fart.
He examined the layout of the map and found many land marks that resembled those found on the actual trail such as the statue of Lord Mihen.
The one thing that caught his attention was a strange circle around the statue on the map and the words "HS-1" was scribbled beside it.
Across the top of the map were the words "#16-MR" in poor hand writing and some small bloodstains spotted the back.
Clasko looked up at the old coot with a smirk but the hermit was gone.
-Later-
Clasko stood guarding the northern gate as Yuna and her party arrived on some rented chocobos.
Stepping forward, he said, "You have to leave your chocobos here."
"Come on, everyone off!"
After they were granted access by Lord Seymour to enter, Clasko too entered the road.
"Excuse me, Lady Summoner Yuna?" said Clasko running up to greet the party.
"Yes?" she asked.
"The command center..." he continued.
"Maester Seymour requests your presence there, ma'am."
"Thank you," she replied.
"Take that road to the command center. It's not far."
"We're still in the midst of preparations this way. Sorry." Said Clasko as the summoner departed.
Clasko then diverted his attention toward the other road.
He informed the guard of his departure and that he would return as he set off down the road to the statue.
Clasko's number one weakness in life was his curiosity.
When he saw that circled statue on the map that he now looked apon, something told him that he was going to find something there, something that he wouldn't regret finding.
Arriving at the feet of the statue, Clasko observed the area around it.
Several minutes passed and Clasko found nothing and as he was about to turn and walk away, he saw a small glimmer in the shadows cast by the back of the statue.
He crept closer for a better look to find a dirty blue movie sphere embedded in the wall behind the sculpture.
He carefully removed it, dusted off the dirt on the recorded item, and examined the bottom.
Under it, he discovered a few words that read: Hope Sphere One.
He was about to play the recording, hoping to find a message worthy of a handsome price to the sphere hunters but decided to view it after he had finished helping out with Operation Mihen.
With that, he tucked it into his pocket and set off for the beach.
-After the events of the attack from Sin-
Clasko sat in his room at the Rin's Travel Agency on the highroad bawling his head.
So many innocent lives lost for only trying to save others. When will the terror end?
These were the thoughts that flashed through Clasko's mind.
He suddenly felt as if his seemingly perfect job was starting to loosen its grip on him.
He knew that this wasn't his destiny. He knew that it lasted elsewhere, but how could he quit now, when he was needed most? Would he have to wait for the next Calm to resign? Would there even be another Calm? What was his destiny?
He lied down on his bed thinking that sleep would help but he felt a sharp pain in his upper leg.
He reached into his pocket to pull out the sphere he had found at Mushroom Rock road.
Maybe watching it would get his mind off of things.
Activating the sphere, Clasko waited as the old movie hummed to life.
A figure appeared in the sphere and Clasko realized that it was a man.
He wore a blue robe along with some cargo pants, but this wasn't what surprised Clasko.
It was the man's face, the fact that it was hidden for some reason.
At first, Clasko thought him to be Al Bhed but he remembered that they wore masks.
This guy wore a long, silk cloth wrapped around his jaw so that the end of the nose to the top of his shoulders were concealed.
He wore dark mirrored sunglasses and a fisherman's hat on his head.
Clasko was hesitant of watching further at first but his instincts told him to continue.
Finally, the man spoke but when he did, Clasko discovered with surprise that this was in fact no more than a teenage boy.
"If you are watching this sphere, then it most likely wasn't on accident," said the boy in the dome.
"I have been on a quest for many years. Those many years have been filled with pain and betrayal. If you are watching this sphere, then I am probably dead already, but I wish not to remain anonymous to Spira for I want to be known as one who brought another day to this land or died trying. Do not get me wrong for I am not hoping for a monument, I only wish to be heard. Please, hear me and do not ignore me for this may be my last chance to end the growing threat that is about to strike. What I am about to tell you may be a shock but everyone must be known, I feel."
Clasko continued to watch wide eyed as the sphere continued, "The story I am about to tell you is a long one for the short life I have lived here, because of this, I have left other spheres across Spira in places that are safe and hidden. I leave the directions to finding the next sphere at the end of each including this very one. I shall now tell you the story of pain that I have miraculously survived through and I hope that you listen. This is no more than a legend to many but to me, it is life."
With that said, the boy cleared his throat and began his tale.
-
A/N: Wow, first chappie done and it was exhausting. Sorry about the length if you have read my other chapters but once the story gets along, it will gradually get longer. To those that have never read my other fic, it doesn't really matter if you read that before this even though it is the sequel to this fic. Anyway, please send reviews if you like this fic or if you didn't, but just know that it gets better. No flames please for all will be ignored and/or shall receive my wrath in the next chapter. Hehehe just kidding but no flames please. But overall, thanks to all reviewers of The Son of Auron: The Hope of Spira, and thanks to all who choose to review this fic. Like I said, this fic will get better. Cheers!
~Callik~
