Hello any possible readers! A warning a head of time: I'm trying to make this fanfiction as close to Square Enix-esque as I possibly can. This will be pretty difficult to do as I'm not a mass of people working on a video game to make sure that everything adds up. I do however have help from some friends. But there are more than likely some things that we might have missed. If so.. oh well. I wont go back and change it unless it's key to the plot. Since there are many plot-holes in X and X-2, this gives me the option of creativity. If you don't like the twists that I might pull do to the plot-holes.. I'm sorry? Just don't read it.
Disclaimer: Though I am trying to make this as Square Enix-esque as possible, I am certainly not a member of the Square Enix team. Nor do I own any of the characters. Later into the fanfic I might need to make an original character, which, of course, I would own. But until further notice all characters belong to Square Enix.
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A summon known most commonly as Valefor fell from the sky in a twirling bout of motion, landing of course in a rather harsh manor, which caused the summoner to wince and immediately her heart grieved, but she refused to show it on her face. As it burst into pyreflies, the summoner turned her attention back to the opponent. They were out numbered from the beginning, and already not but what she assumed to be fifteen minutes into the battle, the already small number of people was becoming less and less. Allowing her eyes to drift about, from person to person; summoner, aeon, and the attackers, the brunette haired girl clutched her staff firmly in one fist. The reason for the huge lack of other summoners was because this was a surprise attack. Only those who had ties to Yevon knew that it wouldn't be too long before Bevelle finally attacked. They had been demanding machina for.. at least three years. While that was well known among the people of Zanarkand, they had no idea that it would come down to this. For all they knew it was just a polite request. Yevon himself didn't know when exactly they would attack, but knew that it was soon to come. The summoners had been anticipating the day of the attack for about a year. And today was the day. But many of the summoners were off in training or acquiring an aeon. Needless to say, it would take a while for the other summoners to arrive on the scene.
A sudden air of determination surrounded her as she clutched her staff in such that manor. This was only the first attack, and already summoners and aeons were dropping like flies. She regretted having let some of them already die. She had far better capabilities than this. So did the other summoners. Since she couldn't verbalize what she wanted to say, she thought of a way to demonstrate. With a few twist and turns of her staff, a rather bulky horse came out of a tear in the sky. Only one other summoner had this aeon, as they were also dubbed a rather ingenious summoner. But alas, they were one of the many that were praying to the faith to receive the next aeon.
They had been holding back for a number a reasons. But the aeon, Ixion, drew everyone's attention, and sure enough the other summoners caught on. No longer could they afford to hold back. Those who hadn't just lost an aeon dismissed theirs, and summoned forth the strongest ones that they had. But.. apparently, Bevelle had also been holding back. A machina appeared out of nowhere. It was of course a surprise. As far as the summoners of Zanarkand knew, they had no machina what-so-ever. This definitely proved otherwise.
The machina began to shake rather violently after a switch was pulled. Having no idea what was to be expected, most summoners just stood there, clueless as to what to do. But this ingenious summoner recognized a certain part of the mass machina. It would make it so that the summons wouldn't work, and possibly capture the aeons. That would not bode well. "Dismiss your aeons! Now!" Aware that not a whole lot of people heard her, again she acted as a demonstrator; dismissing her aeon. The others caught on quick enough, and dismissed theirs as well, just before they were surrounded in a red light that would make it so they could not summon them once more in this battle.
Unfortunately for them, there was no remedy to this. Yet another thing that they did not know was that this also made it so that they could not use any acquired magic, leaving them defenseless. What could a summoner do without their aeons and magic? All gang up on the machina by hitting it with their staffs, all the while hoping they aren't shot dead? The grip on her own staff loosened. Would they have to retreat on their own land? Yevon.. would not be happy. But nor would he be happy if some of his summoners, including one that was called his best summoner, were killed this early into the war. There was nothing else she could do. Just as she was ready to announce that they should retreat, a civilian.. no.. 'hey! He's that Blitz Ball star! What on earth is he doing??' Eyebrows furled in puzzlement, the summoner watch as the blitzball star ran up to the machina as he dealt three slices to it with a sword that seemed to come out of nowhere. He then ran back, almost right next to her, and watched as the machina began to shake violently yet again, and then blew up. Mouth opened ajar in astonishment, her eyes left the machina and focused on him. She was grateful for what he just did, but no outsiders were allowed to interfere! She pitied him; Yevon would be highly displeased even though this man had just saved his summoners. It was strictly prohibited that anyone other than a summoner were to be involved in battle. It seemed rather silly.. if someone on the outside could help, why not let them? But this was a rule of Yevon..
The Bevelle soldiers retreated, leaving Zanarkand by shore. Lenne watched them depart until they were nothing more than tiny dots on the sea. Her eyes shifting from those tiny dots to the sunset.. had it really been that long of a battle? It felt like only twenty minutes had passed by, when really, at least six hours had. Looking at the stranger out of the corner of her eye, she turned around to get a better look at him. After looking him over, she spoke up. "You knew better. Why did you do that?" The blonde thrust his sword into the sand, and put his hands behind his head, entwining his fingers together and making his hands act as support for his head, and then gave a good shrug. "Why should it matter? You're all still alive, right?" Making a displeased gesture, Lenne spoke up again, "You do know that Yevon wont be happy with you.. As a summoner.. I have no choice but to take you into custody and take you directly to Yevon." Still in the same stance, he gave another shrug. "Do what you have to."