Xenoblade Chronicles X: The best Wii U game of 2015. I fell in love with this as soon as I started, and I hope that its popularity grows as more people discover this somewhat hidden gem of a game. I decided to write this fanfiction as there are, at present, a mere 12 out there, all of which focus on the main characters. This will focus on some characters that you may not have heard of if you're not too far into the game, so beware of spoilers. Chapter 8 in the game is a doozy, so please don't read if you're not that far yet. Also, as a disclaimer, I do not own Xenoblade Chronicles X.
Note: For the purposes of this fanfiction, the main character of the game will be named Apollo and will be male, simply because this is my avatar. (He will not feature much, however)
Chapter 1: All hope is lost
The attack had been catastrophic. While not many lives had been lost, those that had been were mourned with utmost sorrow, whilst the once bustling city of NLA lay in ruins, populated now by only the BLADEs who fought in the war. The Ma'non ship carrying the remainder of the citizens had been asked to return, however it would have to travel back from the north-eastern Oblivian skies to which it had fled. All of the soldiers had been called back to the Administrative District so further roles could be assigned; the city cleanup was to start right away, despite the poor weather and encroaching dusk. All except one, that is.
A young man of 24 with long, messy blonde hair and iridescent blue eyes sat on a bench in solitude in the center of the park, staring at his reflection in a muddy puddle on the torn ground and wearing an expression of pure woe and self-hatred. His black BLADE uniform clung to him thanks to the storm, making him physically uncomfortable as well, but he did not move for shelter. After a long and deep sigh, a sudden blue flame sparked in his eyes and he stomped into his reflection, shattering it across the mirror dimension, wishing the same to occur to his real yet synthetic body.
Some time passed as he just stood there in the puddle, letting the water seep into his worn and oil-splattered boots. Eventually, he saw people begin to file into the residential district, causing him to look at his comm device and see his mission: clear the city of bodies and ganglion remains. Another sigh followed this, but as he moved to leave, a gentle yet firm voice stopped him.
"Phog," a woman said from behind him. He didn't have to turn to know it wasn't just some concerned citizen standing there; it was her. The one woman who had believed in him, the one woman who had told him that he could see the world, the one woman he now couldn't look in the eyes. He ran off, knowing that she wouldn't follow.
"Please, open up to me for once," Hope said in a whisper, with tears in her violet eyes, mixing with raindrops and sliding off onto her now ruined brown clothing. She didn't know what she had hoped for. Why would he now talk about his feelings when they had always been bottled up inside before? It was stupid, and she couldn't even follow for fear of him hating her.
For she was the one woman who ever loved him.
Since this is a new game, I'm not expecting many people to see this, but please do leave a review if you liked it! More is on the way soon! (-;
