Final Fantasy X The boy from Zanarkand

by J.D. Medina

The boy who dreams is to overcome his father at Blitzball, the hero of Zanarkand. Now A star player from the Zanarkand Abes he must show the people that he is better than his father but his hopes are crush when a monster arrive and swallow him, sending the poor boy to a far away land.

1. Chapter 1 Zanarkand

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Final Fantasy X

The boy from Zanarkand

J.D. Medina

Listen to my story

This may be our last chance

Chapter I

Zanarkand

The night was calm, the stars shine bright in the heavens, lights flickered here and there, people walking and gathering across the city of Zanarkand. A city on top of the water and ground, machines here and there, it seems as if the future was there. A crowd is gathered, outside waiting for their favorite player. Hoping to see him before the game starts. They rush towards him as soon as they saw him leaving his house. A young boy appeared with purple cloak and walk behind the crowd. A young man walks outside his house, wearing his yellow jacket with blue protector on his left shoulder. A silver necklace decorated his neck with a J shape symbol on its middle. His brown gauntlet ready for the game and short pants for easy movement the young man was ready to give the crowd the best show they can get.

The boy walk towards the crowd, some of them had a white and blue ball with them. A small boy, brown hair, with white shirt and a piece of cloth around his neck walks towards him, his eyes filled with happiness, meeting his favorite player for the first time. "Can you sign this please?" Ask the boy with hopes that he signs his blitzball ball. The ball was round with blue lines around it and it has mountain shapes all around the ball for easy grabbing

"No problem." The young man smiled and accepted the ball and signed his name on it. He was happy, he felt loved by the crowd, their hero.

"Please!" Another boy with blue shirt and a yellow knit cap shouted, giving the ball to his hero. He was jumping up and down impatiently waiting for him to sign the ball.

"Alrighty." He replied with a laugh. He sign the ball and another girl next to the first boy also wanted him to sign the ball. She kept touching him and pulling his shirt. Even though he enjoys it, sometimes it gets on his nerves when the kids don't have patients.

"Me too!" Shouted the girl.
"Take it easy." He took her ball and signs it as well.

A girl beautiful girl around his age approach him, she was wearing a pink jacket that cover only her top body showing her belly button and a brown pants. "Can I have your autograph? She asks shyly extending her own blitzball ball to him.

"Of course." He took it and sign the ball, winking to the girl he hand it back after he finished.

"Good luck tonight!" Another dark skin girl with red hair and a blue dress told him while handing her blitzball ball to him. He accepts it and thank her.

"Nothing to worry about." He smiled and winks at her while spinning the ball with one finger and hand it to her. "Oh if I score a goal…" He started to say to the two girls. "I'll do this!" He raised both of his hands making an L shape with his fingers. "That will mean it was for you, okay?" The girl's giggles and their faces turned red. "What seat?" He asks them so he knows in what direction he can make the sing to the girls.

"East block, in the front row!" Both girls shouted at the same time. "Fifth from the right!" The girl with pink jacket shouted.

"Got it." The boy said, he looked at the rest of the crowd, he thank them for going and rooting for him. "Well, gotta go, cheer for me!" He said smiling. The boys next to him were playing with the ball on his head, balancing it with precise movement that even for a boy his age it was good.

"Two, three!" The boy that was balancing the ball in his head with the piece of cloth around his neck shouted. "Teach us how to blitz!" all three boys shouted at the same time. The young boy was happy but he needed to go, it was already running late.

" Hey, I got a game to play!" he said to the boys, his heart sinking with sadness for they were so happy to meet him and wanted to learn how to play blitz like him.

"Then teach us after." The boy with the yellow knit cap replied. He wanted at least to know that he will teach them how to play like the pros.

"Maybe, tonight…um…well…" He scratches his head thinking on the best time he could teach the boys how to play. He remember his father, and the promises he never fulfilled, he didn't want to be like him, he wanted to be different, better.

"You can't tonight." A young boy with the purple cloak, covered in weird symbols said. The young man looked at him in silent. Who was him? What does he wants? But there was something

"I mean… tomorrow." He replied to the boys.

"Promise?" The dark skin boy with the jumpsuit asks. His mind filled with hopes. The three boys putt the ball down on the ground and made the same movement at the same time. They put their hands on the air and made a circular motion and then put their hands in the middle and made what seems to be a box, bowing their heads at the end.

The young man was startled; he didn't remember that form of promise or greetings. He waved goodbye and walk towards the city, he was already late for the game. The city was beautiful, he never get tired of looking at it. There were tall buildings everywhere, with the lights that illuminated the streets, a city that never sleeps. The twilight filled his heart with warmth, the sun setting on the horizon.

Some building resembles waterfalls. Water falling down from the top of the building into the water beneath, bridges connecting the city every were, buildings with different shapes, some like spirals, others square likes and some round shapes. A man with long black hair appeared in some buildings on a screen. He wears a red bandana around his forehead, a scar on his left side of his face and the letter J marked in his temple. A silver gauntlet protecting his left hand, hold by a belt that goes around his neck and shoulder.

The young boy stops and resent the image of the man, for some reason he hated the man. He stop and look at it directly, his eyes filled with rage and sadness at the same time. He made a sign with his hand towards the screen and run towards the stadium. A voice from the speaker could be heard everywhere.

"I was in a coffee shop, running away from home when I heard the news. Our hero, Jecht, gone…" His voices filled with sadness, he was just a boy when he heard the news, couldn't believe it, how come their hero was gone, how could it be possible. "Vanished into thin air! My dad must have been his biggest fan. I knew how sad he'd be. Heck we all were that day." Childhood memories flash in the announcers mind. The young blond man running towards the stadium listening to what the man was saying, he too remembers that night, the rage, the sadness he felt. "'Zanar,' I said to myself. 'What are you thinking?' I went straight back home. We sat up talking 'bout Jecht all night. My dad and I never talked so much. Whoa…" The announcer said, realizing that he went back in time remembering and talking about the past, forgetting that people were listening to him.

"Didn't mean to reminisce folks. Anyway… Ten years later, the Jecht Memorial Cup tournament is today! The two teams that have won trough the finals are… of course, the Abes from A-East and the Duggles from C-South." He announce as the people sheers in the stadium and the street. "I know there's a lot of people out there today to see the star of the Abes! In just one year, he's become the team's number one player! He's Jecht's blood, and the new hope for blitzball! What kind of super play will he show us today? Will we see his father's legendary shot? I don't think I'm the only one excited here, folks!"