Chapter two- The boy
"What's our goal!?"
"To do our best!" I smiled. Wakka was rallying up his team, the Besaid Aurochs, for the upcoming blitzball tournament in Luca. I was only down here on the beach to watch, it was something to take my mind of Yuna.
I wasn't really worried about her, unlike everyone else. It had only been one day after all, but the priests were worried that the fayth had rejected her.
I remembered being washed up on this very shore. I was nothing until the people of besaid took me in. I became a guardian to Yuna, not just to thank her, not just to bring peace to spira; but also in the hope that i would find out where i came from during Yuna's pilgrimage.
I didn't speak of it anymore but i think they all knew i was dying to know where i came from.
Sure, i was happy in besaid; but do you ever know that feeling when you just don't belong somewhere?
Well it was a feeling i felt everyday.
I hear the slam of a foot into a blitzball, the skim of it across the water; then a thud as it hits something.
"Hey, you okay!?" Wakka calls, and i notice the team looking in the direction of the water.
A person is there, lying face they certainly jumped as that ball hit them.
Their face is lifted from the water, and i immediately see he is a cute guy. With a mop of wayward hair. Blond, with spikes unsure of what direction to be in. Some tilting outwards, some flat.
The water drips down his striking face. A smile set above his square jaw as he sees the blitzball.
He treads water, clutching the ball between his hands.
"Hey!" He grins at the ball again then dives underwater, taking the ball with him.
I am not the only one watching as the ball is forced up through the water high into the air, everything suddenly becoming slow motion. The boy bursts through the water, body straight, his back to us and the ball.
Then he flips back, his leg kicks out, and the ball is launched at us. I hear gasps as it whooshes past, making its way into one of the luscious green bushes. Botta closes his jaw and runs of after it, the boy now swimming towards us.
His strokes are not weary, seemingly on a high after the shot he took.
He sure knew his stuff.
"Yo hiya" He says, standing before the team of astonishment. Only metres away now, i can see he wears some very strange clothes. Pants of some kind with one leg shorter than the other; showing of well tanned muscle. They seem to be part of overalls he wears with a yellow shirt beneath it. It was unlike anything i had ever seen before.
"You-wanna-try that-one more time?" Wakka stumbles for words. He nods eagerly, Botta is back, handing the ball into his outstretched hands.
Without water it's more clear to see as the ball is dropped onto his head, bouncing up with a ripple like liquid. Then he flips, launching the ball yet again; this time over the water. It was so fast i couldn't even study it.
"Your no amatuer, who you play for?" Wakka demands, leaning in to peer at him. The rest of the team following suit behind him.
"The Zanarkand abes" The boy announces proudly. He brings his hand to pat his chest.
"Oh my" Hushed whispers skitter like a breeze. Luzzu and Gatta narrow their eyes behind me.
"W-what team you say again?" The boy suddenly looked uncomfortable as if remembering something.
"Uh i mean, forget that. I uh- got to close to sin and- my heads all foggy-like" Sin!?
"So i don't know where this place is, or even where i came from" He scratched his head sadly. I think he was lying but Zanarkand? Sin? Surely it couldn't be possible.
Zanarkand was destroyed hundreds of years ago i was told. All it is now is a holy place for summoners. The place where a summoner's pilgrimage comes to an end.
"But your still alive..Praise be to Yevon" The team bow down, hands in prayer. Praise be to Yevon whispered by all but Luzzu and Gatta. It seemed the boy's arrival disturbed them. Or perhaps the prospect of sin.
"Let's go Saaki" Luzzu calls. Gatta taps his foot impatiently. Luzzu and Gatta could be incredibly pushy sometimes. I would have to go.
"Alright! Back to practice!" Luzzu offers me his hand and i stand, taking one last look at the golden haired boy. My eyes soften.
I knew what it felt like to be washed up on the shore, having no idea of where you are or who you are. But there was a difference. I think he knew who he was.
