I'm starting a new series called the Hunt. Well, not that you already know. :3

WARNING: The main FFX characters DO show up. Just not is this or the second chapter. They will appear in the third.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FF, or it's characters.

The Hunt
CHAPTER 1

" The heart of the true princess, holds the truth…" The faded lady in my blurred vision spoke. Her voice chimed like a harmony bird was singing. Her beauty was breathtaking. Long curls of ivory hair swirled her petite frame.

As I watched the lady moved slightly towards me, I felt myself pulled to her. " W-what truth…?" I felt my stuttering make my body shiver. The chills double when I felt the cold touch of the lady.

"The truth beyond the door…"

A sudden disturbance in the small room made a flutter of birds fly from the window. Pant, Pant, Pant. A girl with medium dark brunette hair was sitting up. Her green liquid eyes looked around the room. A clear from her throat she was up. Stretching in front of the brightly lighted window. A small bird swooped into the room. She lowered her arm from its position to an outstretched perch. The small black bird landed onto her arm. The hopping diminutive bird reached her shoulder. Interrupting her smile was a loud shout:

" Ayano!" The girl who responded to her mother's response. Ayano wrapped the bird into a tight curl. Dashing out the door, Ayano made one last look-over in the hallway mirror. Smiling she brushed down her short white skirt that had black short underneath it. She had a tied black corset that showed her midriff and stomach. Her boots which had a heel about 3 inches. Walking gracefully down the stairs she saw her exultant mother in the open doorway to the town.

" Mother…" Ayano whined seeing tears roll down her mother's face.

" My little girl is all grown up!" Her mother pushed on. Wrapping her arms around the 17 year-old girl.

" I'm going to be late!" Ayano said feeling her mother's last tight grip then the release. Ayano smiled and grabbed a white, leather Indian bag beside the door. Her descendants were Indians from Kilika Island. Ayano was the most unlooking Indian descendent in her family.

Stepping out the shacks doorway she looked back and smiled to her mother. " Love you." She said a bit quickly and was out the door. The sun was high and the water streaked the wooden poles holding the dock of her walkway up. The water was usually calm, but for the departure of S.S Kilika. Ayano felt her heart beating harder and harder.

In sight of the large boat Ayano picked up her pace. Bouncing brunette hair. The tassels of her bag brushed he side of her bare right leg. The petite bird flew horizontally with her. Ayano took a impulsive stop. The black boots made a strident clamor. Her investigative jade eyes saw many familiar and new faces. There was our blitz ball team, the Kilika Beasts. Larbeight and Isken, the star players, where saying their final goodbyes. Vuroja, Kulukan, Nizarut, the rest of the blitz ball players were already tucked inside the ship. Ayano brusquely pushed her way through the crowd. Without due to consideration, she bumped her shoulder into Diem. The tall, young, blitz ball player turned to see who had laid a handle on him.

"Excuse me…" Ayano said inaudibly, not looking to see who it had of been. When there was no response, she looked up. Face flushing with color. Diem was the cutest, and her most favored player. " Sorry! Diem…" She said apologetic.

A loud chiming guffaw(laugh) escaped the striking players lips. " No worries." Diem said with a beam. His face softened, azure eyes watched Ayano. " I don't think we've meet." He said holding out his hand for a greeting.

Shaking dreadfully Ayano reached out and shook the warm hand of Diem. Grinning with glee. " I'm Ayano." His dark skin(a tan) seemed to complement the color of Ayano's. After a few shakes, she put her hand back to her chest. Redden of the thought of him.

" Nice to meet you Ayano," He said confidently and took back his hand to his side. " Are you boarding?"

Ayano nodded quickly and followed him as he motioned for her to follow. She watched his dark hair swished, as the ocean breeze blew to them. Ayano felt so unreal, like she was dreaming. Quickly, when Diem was talking, Ayano turned to the side and picked her arm. The callous tenderness lingered. Gleefully Ayano caught up with her shipmate.

There she boarded the wooden plank to the ship. Carrying almost nothing she turned her back. Seeing the elderly women of her childhood standing in the back of the crowd. Beside her mother, a fading black shadow…

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