Disclaimer: This would be about the time where I would mention that I do not own Final Fantasy 10. And just as a side note, this was complete stream of consciousness with no plan whatsoever, except the title.
Hidden in Shadow
The Guardian stands, his good eye narrowed, staring at a world in which he no longer belongs.
His crimson cloak flaps in the breeze. His left arm rests comfortably in one of the sleeves. He stands, almost as if he is waiting for someone or something. There is a scar on his face that cuts down through one of his eyes. This scar tells unknown sorrows and pain from a time long forgotten, a time that passed in the mist, never to be spoken of again.
Only one eye is aware of the world, the other scarred. In that one eye lies a tempest sea, a thousand emotions whirling around in that singular orb. Stories could be told through that one eye, stories that involve happiness and sorrow, laughter and tears. But the Guardian stands silent, and will not speak of his past. It is veiled in shadow and that seems to be where he would like it to remain.
The light of the moon does not seem to touch him. He wears dark glasses on the bridge of his nose. Perhaps he does this to hide his scarred eye, or perhaps it is his healthy eye he wishes to keep hidden. Or maybe it is both... Whatever reason he wears them, the Guardian never takes the glasses off. Wrapped in the embrace of night, he stands and waits, staring into the darkness. There is a darkness inside of him as well, one that envelops his soul and claims his heart.
His lips are pressed together thoughtfully. In that storm that forever brews in his good eye, there is a glimmer of a tear. No one sees this surge of emotion in the otherwise stoic expression he wears. He no longer belongs to the world. He belongs nowhere, trapped with only one means of escape. His right hand holds a broadsword, and he rests it on his shoulder. He stands and thinks of the fate he has been forced to endure. It is torture to him to remain here, but he knows that he must stay.
The sadness that comes to him through this threatens to consume him, but he does not allow it to do so. He stands as tall and proud as he ever was. His sword touched his skin, but he did not allow the temptation to draw blood take over. There were days when that seemed the best escape but the Guardian remains strong. This was the path he was given and no matter how hard it was for him, he would walk in it.
The empty sleeve of his coat flaps crazily behind him, pointing out into the eternal darkness. Dawn would soon approach and the world would be filled with its light. He would never be touched by it, however. He stands there in shadow, though there would be light all around him. This is how he will remain until the time comes for him to leave at last. He does not know when this day will come, but it calls to him, reminding him of his ultimate path.
Although his body still functions, he is no longer alive in his heart. All he waits for now is for his body to die as well.
~End