Friendship, a relationship always in question. Love, an emotion always leaving you in doubt. Follow the tale of such things in Spira, where everything is possible. Like how a drunkard from Zanarkand, a fallen monk held in disgrace for refusing the hand of a priest's daughter in marriage, and a summoner with a heathen Al Bhed wife brought 10 years worth of Calm for the people to rejoice in. Now, the story shall be woven further into a full rug of intrinsic and detailed design.
First a championship match, now a chance to create the future.
Chance Encounter
Prologue
This is my story.
And it's quite different from what you thought you knew.
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The troop was truly silent for the first time in their journey. Thoughts laid deep within their minds and emotions engraved within their hearts were not uttered nor shown. Silence. The pyreflies danced freely around their surroundings, as if prompting them to speak. But then, he rose and looked at the prosperous city now in ruins. Plain rubble. Nothing more, nothing less. It was nothing like the metropolis that he lived in. All the luxury. Gone like it was never there.
But it never was.
Now, he just looks down at the rubble, reminiscing of what he knew that has been there, of what he thought that has been there. Though, that never was. He never was. Everything never was clear to him. Uncertainty enveloped the entirety of his existence now.
The concerned girl followed him to the rocks he was standing on. The wind blew her black hair to its direction. More pyreflies scatter around them both. She comforts him and he acknowledges her efforts. The firm relationship they have had has gotten them through the years so far. And now is another situation they have to face together yet again.
But he knew of one thing. He had to stop it. No matter what it takes, he had to stop it. He was not alone. He was with her. He was with them. They will stop it. And someday it will end. It definitely will.
Then again, what will become of their future?