The Chronicles of Omega

Introduction

It was a fine day. Birds were singing, people practicing Blitzball, and every day, Omega would sit outside. Omega was a very handsome man. At 6'4" and untidy black hair, not to mention a powerful body, honed by Blitzball; he was very popular. On days he had off, he would sit outside just listening to the calm air at Kilika all day. It was his favorite thing to do. Until, one day, something disrupted that habit. Omega looked up from his comfortable chair and saw many broken pieces of wood speeding at him at a fast rate. He had no time to react. Thirty separate pieces of wood cut into him, and he let out a cry of pain. His first thought was to find shelter. He ran inside, and stood where he thought a support pillar was holding his home up. He heard a loud creaking noise and saw his house being ripped apart. He felt his legs being lifted up by some immense force. "Oh crap." He said simply as he was flung high into the air, swirling with pieces of wood and other people. Omega looked down to see a large, ugly, gray shape looming below him. Only one word escaped Omega's mouth, "Sin!?". Then, he was flung down. He saw the ground swirling below him, and then, he landed. When the siege was over, a search party from inland came to check damage. All who were out on the sea that day had perished. Many families cried and wept as the summoner came, and sent all who had passed away at the hands of Sin. However, little known to all else and the summoner, one man had not been sent to the Farplane. That man was Omega.