Final Fantasy X - a novelization
(Author's intro: You don't need to know anything about X or have even played it, since this is a novelization. I have the right to put the events in any order I choose, I can add to them, take away from them, and even make new ones. Instead of starting where the game starts with Tidus on the hill, I've started at the beginning of Braska's Calm. If you know nothing about Final Fantasy X, please read on as this will be a relatively faithful story. )
Chapter 1- The Girl on the Bridge
The shouting and celebration of the crowd was deafening. People were dancing in the streets and hugging each other like there was no tomorrow. But there was a tomorrow. There would be for at least a little while longer. Sin, the monster plaguing the great lands of Spira, had been defeated. The victors had been a summoner by the name of Lord Braska and his two guardians, Sir Jecht and Sir Auron. They weren't there amongst the thrilled crowds of people, however. Instead, Braska's daughter was. Yuna, the child of the famed summoner stood looking down from her bedroom window at the jubilation. Her brown hair cut right at the shoulders shielded her face from any would-be onlookers. Her eyes, one green and one blue, peered sadly from under her long locks. Yuna was so happy. Sin was defeated. Spira was safe until it's resurrection years from now. The streets of Bevelle were alive with people laughing and crying. Yuna was sad, too. She was now an orphan. Her father had died in the fight against Sin. He was never coming back. Her mother had died years ago as well. Sweet little seven-year old Yuna was all alone, even in the busiest city in the whole land. Below her window, a group of men raised their glasses of wine in the air and shouted, "To our hero, Lord Braska!" Yuna stepped back from her window and flopped down on her modest little bed to try and sleep.
Hours later, she awoke. The sun had set leaving the room completely dark. So much time had passed and still, the crowds cheered on and on. It seemed like it would never stop. Really, the celebration wouldn't die down until at least a few days from now. Yuna sat up, deciding that it was a good time to take a walk and get away from the massive party in honor of her poor deceased father. It was really starting to sink in that her father was never coming back. After all, wouldn't such great heroes be escorted back to their home immediately? Nothing of the sort had happened though. Yuna got dressed in a simple dark blue robe dress, brushed out her hair and then walked out of her room and out the front door into the bustling metropolis that Bevelle had burst into.
Trying to be inconspicuous, she walked and walked until her feet started to hurt. Thankfully, no one had recognized her in the torchlight of the city. Looking around her, she saw she was on a high bridge just inside the edges of the city. Behind her, was the giant temple, the religious center of Bevelle. Ahead of her was the vast darkness. Even in the dark, she could see the Calm Lands, the place where her father had fought and defeated Sin. It was only on the edge of the horizon and it wasn't even recognizable in the almost total darkness. Still, she knew it was there just as much as the other times in pure daylight that she had ventured out to look. She soon wondered if memory had drawn her here. The bridge was where her and her father had parted before his journey. She remembered hugging him and telling him that she loved him and him returning the same to her, then he had turned and walked away with Sir Auron and Sir Jecht. He had left to save Spira, but she really wanted him to come back and be with her.
Suddenly a hand fell on her shoulder. A huge strong hand. Yuna turned around in surprise expecting someone to ask her why she was out at night or to say something about her father. Instead, a quiet lion-like beast stood erect before her. His waist was adorned with a series of loincloths, belts, and ropes. He had armor on his hands and chest. His face was serious and solid with gold eyes looking down at terrified little Yuna. A breeze blew past and his long white hair gently fluttered. Yuna's greatest shock came when she saw the horn on his forehead. This creature was of a race called Ronso. This one's horn, however, was broken.
"I'm looking for daughter of Braska," said a deep, thundering, yet quiet voice in broken speech.
Yuna wondered why he would seek her out. Staying silent, she backed up a step. The Ronso didn't take a step or say a word. He stood watching her. Gulping back fear, Yuna spoke timidly. "I'm Braska's daughter."
"A man facing death made wish. He said, 'Take Braska's daughter from Bevelle. Far as you can. Go to Besaid." The Ronso's long tail came into view as it wagged once.
Yuna grabbed the rail of the bridge with both hands. A dying man. That could only mean her father. Knowing that if her father could trust this creature, she could too. Racing to the Ronso, she threw her arms as far around him as they would go while she sobbed and shook with grief. The Ronso stood for a moment, then her placed his giant clawed hands on her back and held her with out saying a word. He held her until she couldn't cry any more. Once Yuna had regained her composure some, they left the city together. They left to venture to Besaid. They left as the dying man had wished.
More chapters incredibly soon. This part was only mentioned in the game (and quite late into it, I might add), so I elaborated and added. I hope this was good.
Cirien Phoenix