Test of Fayth

I woke up again today; such a pity. All the worst years of my life, however, are almost put in the past. I have finished with my studies and will begin to pursue a career as a summoner. Though I no longer have to face the cruel faces of my fellow peers, I feel the torment will stay with me forever. Let us see what they think of me when I rid them of Sin.

I left my home today. I heard there was some commotion going on in Bevelle, but I did not know what. Apparently, some man was being imprisoned there for violent tendencies. He went off hurting random civilians when they didn't give him the answers he had been hoping for; he had also apparently believed he was from Zanarkand. Now I knew this man was crazy, but he was claming to be from the holy city at the world's edge. I wondered what strange things this man could tell me. After all, If I were to become a summoner, I might be visiting this place someday.

I took off for Bevelle immediately. I told my escorts to wait for my return. I did not need them to burden me because of my social class. I was no one andmy father was well known; but I would soon change that.

I had a formidable amount of black magic spells at my disposal, and made short work of the fiends in the Thunder Plains. I looked back only once at the storm that never stops to behold its beauty. Always raging on, as if with violent anger. Then, I entered Macalania forest. Its crystalline beauty made its presence everywhere from the sparkling flowers to the trees long frosted over. I began to make my way past a lake and took the left route of two crossroads. I was tempted to keep moving and visit the Calm Lands. The sight of the giant scar, the testament to Sin's power, would have kept me there for hours. I just moved onward.

I had reached Bevelle sooner than anticipated. If all the fiends in the world were this easy without Aeons, I knew I would make a great summoner. I was guided to the prison cell of the strange man; I only had to follow all the commotion. Apparently, Lord Braska had shown up. His guardian, Sir Auron, was a stout young lad. He had a face that showed wisdom far beyond his years. Lord Braska himself, however,appeared quite weak. I could tell that he could probably only use white magic as of now, and that he relied on the power of his guardian too much.

The man's name was Jecht. He wore unfamiliar clothing, that of an athlete, yet seemingly from the future. This amounted to the fact that he was claiming to be the greatest blitzball player in the world. This man was rude and unmannered. He yelled at anyone who passed his cell and kept screaming about his life in Zanarkand. He gave a representation of what it looked like; a representation that was easily confirmed by the visions formed by the memories of those who had been sent to the Farplane. Although no one believed this man but myself and Lord Braska, he still attracted quite the crowd.

Afterwards I spoke to Braska, my supposed idol. He was the underdog summoner; expected to fail and having but one guardian. His expected failure was further supported after agreeing to take the man from another world with him on his pilgrimage. This man, with no apparent talents other than rumors of athletic greatness, was to accompany this band of idiots. These were supposed to be our saviors? I stopped looking up to Braska that day.

I randomly glanced over my shoulder and gasped at this unexpected sight. My father, Jyscal, had made the trip here as well. He was walking with Maester Mika, leader of all Spira. What would this god on earth want with my father, the lowly man I hated with everything inside? I did not have to wait long, as my father came over and gave me the horrifying news; he was going to be ordained a master of Yevon. All my accomplishments from that moment on would be weighed against his. He was a pure-blooded Guado, loved by his people. Now he would have even more power over them. I don't know whether it was envy or just pure hatred that made me decide my next course of action.

That day I lost my faith in Spira. I lost my love for being a member of this cruel world that had cast me and my mother aside. Little did I know, she was taking this much harder than I was.