Hi all, Yukage here! This is my first FFX fanfic. Loved the game, love the characters, just trying to experiment with an idea that I had. Basically, it will be FFX, in Yuna's perspective (yawnnn I know, it's so over done), but I am not going to focus on the events that the game focused on. Instead, I'm going to imagine events that should flow seamlessly with FFX (in Tidus' perspective).

Sounds interesting? Yeah, hope so! So buckle up and enjoy the ride!

Prelude

"This is my story."

You would often say, your eyes appraising this land that was foreign to you. You were an adventurer, you have done so much in your short time in Spira, much more than I had accomplished in my entire existence here. I was a spectator, always five steps behind, watching with anticipation at your next step. Outside of Yevon's false teachings, I truly know nothing of this land.

Confident to the point of arrogant. That was one part of you I despised and adored. You barged into my story, as a side character, and then all of a sudden this became your story. I was the heroine turned supporting character, too eager to see how your story unfolds to change the focus of the story.

I began my pilgrimage hoping to write my story into history. It was going to be a test of trials. The protagonist overcoming challenges at various temples and obtaining the final summoning. Of friendship: Kimahri taught me stories the Ronso passed down from generations. The peaks of the sacred Mt Gagazat, although I have never seen them with my own eyes before, teaches young Ronsos the value of wisdom over strength. Wakka taught me all about survival skills. Even though he assures me that it is unlikely that I will need to rely on them, as I would be accompanied by my guardians at all times, it is reassuring to know that I won't be entirely hopeless on my own. Lulu passed on her knowledge as a fellow mage, albeit an experienced Black Mage to a greenhorn White Mage. We all trained well after the sun set beneath the clear blue Besaid seas, then read through Yevon's numerous prescribed readings under the moonlight. We searched hopelessly between Yevon's words, hoping against hope to find any clues that will bring us towards an eternal calm.

My motivation was the suffering of the people. I was fed up of living in fear of Sin. Mothers who cry well into the night at the loss of their children. Children who wave goodbye to parents who had joined the ranks of Crusaders, hoping to delay the inevitable: Sin's next attack. Death was something that was close to everyone in Spira. I had lost my mother and father, the latter to Sin, at a young age. Lulu and Wakka had also lost their entire family to Sin. The death of Chappu hit me hard. We had grown up together, and I watched as the shared love between him and Lulu sprout, grow, and blossom into a small bud. The bud never had a chance to fully blossom, before it was nipped prematurely. I wanted to do more than avenge their deaths. I wanted to end this vicious cycle.

"I have a feeling that this will be the one. The eternal calm." Wakka would always claim, his words mixed with confidence and adrenaline. Lulu would generally snap something back at him, her words as sharp as her voice. Kimahri would remain stoic, a typical reaction from the mysterious Ronso. I would silently pray, wishing Wakka's intuition to be true.

My story was going to be one of noble sacrifice. I truly loved Spira. From the leafy Killika forest contrasting the busy streets of Luca. If all it took was to was my life, then I would gladly walk the road my father walked, and give peace to the land I loved so much.

Never had I imagined that romance would become a key element to my story. Never did I imagine that a blue-eyed man from the ancient city of Zanarkand would intrude into my life, shake the foundations of my core, and leave me with feelings that were so forceful yet so foreign to me.

Everyone has a story they long to tell. Everyone wishes they could have a happy ending.

I know that in your story, I was one in many pages. A small intrusion, a distraction even, in your journey to become the star of the Zanarkand Abes. A side quest you did not want to participate in, but was forced to. But did you know how happy you made me every time you called my name? How content I was every time you happened to flip to my page? How desperate I was for you to flip to my page?

And did you know that in my story, you had occupied many chapters? That if I could, I would keep turning back the pages, relive our moments, until they are all frayed and scattered?

This is my story. Of my pilgrimage to dispel Sin from this world. Of how I discovered my most precious possessions: my friendship with my guardian turned family. But more importantly, of how our two stories overlapped.

And how I continue to dream, even after your story reached its bittersweet ending.

As always, it'll be great to get your thoughts. I know the prelude doesn't allude to much, but there are plenty of goodies to check out in the future chapters! That's a promise!

I am also writing another fic - Dynasty Warriors. If you are into cute couples paired with heart break and sap, then do check it out!