BRASKA'S PILGRAMAGE
CHAPTER 2:
It has been several weeks later then the "doll" fight, and Jecht was just getting meaner and meaner. Tidus, who was now six, decided that he did after all hate Jecht, and really did wish that he would be gone. Jecht knew that his son hated him, but didn't care much about this, since he had bigger things on his mind such as his wife and Blitzball, which apparently was more important to him then Tidus was.
Jecht had a very important meeting about an upcoming BlitzBall game, and he was appointed a journey on the S.S. Salvitine. As he boarded the ship, he was greeted by very nice people, and looked back at his crying wife and angered son. He decided to look away from them. During the ride, there was a giant shake. As Jecht walked outside he heard a loud noise. There were a few explosions just a couple of miles away. "Holy crap!" yelled Jecht, as he started running to the other side of the boat, since the explosions were coming closer to him. The famous star didn't have a clue what the explosion was, but he decided not to hang and check it out. After a while, he got tired and tripped. "Damnit". As Jecht started to crawl across the ground, trying to jump in the water to the Underwater Zanarkand Grand Hotel to be safe, he got stuck on a piece of wood. The water was only a few meters away and he was stuck.
And, to Jecht's luck, he got up. When he looked back for people to help him, he saw absolutely no one. His leg started bleeding heavily, but he wasn't paying attention to that. He was going to be killed by some strange explosion if he didn't hurry. He knew the Zanarkand Grand Hotel would be a safe place to be, since the walls are extremely hard, incase of a burglar trying to break in, or an explosion.
"Noooo!!!" cried Jecht, and the explosion reached him, before he got into the hotel. Jecht flew a couple of feet in the air, disappeared, came back, and hit the floor. When he hit the floor, he spit out some blood, and opened his eyes. He then saw himself in a strange jail cell.
"Huh? What? Where am I?" Jecht asked himself.
A guard walked up and started talking to Jecht. "Be quite. You're still doing time."
"But how did I get here? I was knocked unconscious and I can't remember a thing. Last thing I remembered was a giant explosion on the S.S. Salvitine, and I fell. I thought I died. Where am I know, and how long have I been here?"
"Um…when was this "explosion? After all, the Salvatin was a Zanarkand only route, and Zanarkand was in ruins nine hundred and ninety years ago," the guard said.
"WHAT? Nine hundred and ninety years ago? I was just in Zanarkand a few hours ago! There was a giant orange explosion and…"
"Wait a minute," the guard interrupted. "Now that I think of it, there was an attack on Zanarkand by Bevelle around one thousand years ago. But this is bull. Where are you really from?"
"No! God damnit, something weird is going on. I can't be into the future…that can't be."
"Where are you from sir."
Now Jecht was really confused. "I told you. I am from Zanarkand. I'm from the past. I don't know how, but I must have been sent into the future. I'm not sure how, but I did"
The guard obviously was freaked out, and thought of Jecht as a psycho, and started to walk away.
"Wait, I'm not finished with you yet," yelled Jecht to the guard. "I understand I must have been sent into the future. But where was I found, and why was I put in jail?"
"You mean you forgot that too?" the guard replied. "Your body was found lying in the middle of Besaid Island. You woke up for a while, and went nuts. You started screaming things like 'Where is my home?' and 'Where is my wife?' but people just let you do that for a while, thinking you were crazy." Jecht realized he didn't say anything about a son. "After a few hours, you attacked a few people, and killed for strong men. I have to say, you were really strong, but too bad you used it for evil".
Jecht wasn't evil, just mean. He really resented what he did and wished he could go back in the past again. He was so confused. Just then, there were footsteps coming down into the jail cell room.
"Oh, hello Lord Braska. How are you today? And you, guardian Auron?"
"Fine, thank you" replied Auron, who was tall, muscular, and definitely very secretive.
"I am also fine, sir guard. Thank you. I have come he to see the prisoner Jecht. Is this he man" and Braska pointed to Jecht."
Jecht had no clue who these two strange men were.
"Yes, that is he. I have talked to him for a little, and he can't remember a thing," the guard replied to Braska, who was a little short, and had long blue hair. He seemed nice.
"That is alright," Braska said. "I would like to unleash him."
"What? What for? He killed four superior men…"
"Yes I know. That is why I want to unleash him. I have been researching his biography. He was known as a famous BlitzBall player. He isn't harmful, or evil, he must have gone through something terrible and couldn't control himself. If he is this strong, I would like to have him as my guardian," said Braska.
"Yes, sir. Anything you want." Then the guard got his key, walked over to Jecht's cell, and unlocked him. Jecht walked over to Braska and Auron. "Thank you." Jecht wasn't use to say that, but he knew it was about time.
"I only ask one thing in return. For you to become my guardian." Braska then realized Jecht had a confused look. "I'll explain everything in the morning. You have a huge journey ahead of you. Get prepared."
CHAPTER 2:
It has been several weeks later then the "doll" fight, and Jecht was just getting meaner and meaner. Tidus, who was now six, decided that he did after all hate Jecht, and really did wish that he would be gone. Jecht knew that his son hated him, but didn't care much about this, since he had bigger things on his mind such as his wife and Blitzball, which apparently was more important to him then Tidus was.
Jecht had a very important meeting about an upcoming BlitzBall game, and he was appointed a journey on the S.S. Salvitine. As he boarded the ship, he was greeted by very nice people, and looked back at his crying wife and angered son. He decided to look away from them. During the ride, there was a giant shake. As Jecht walked outside he heard a loud noise. There were a few explosions just a couple of miles away. "Holy crap!" yelled Jecht, as he started running to the other side of the boat, since the explosions were coming closer to him. The famous star didn't have a clue what the explosion was, but he decided not to hang and check it out. After a while, he got tired and tripped. "Damnit". As Jecht started to crawl across the ground, trying to jump in the water to the Underwater Zanarkand Grand Hotel to be safe, he got stuck on a piece of wood. The water was only a few meters away and he was stuck.
And, to Jecht's luck, he got up. When he looked back for people to help him, he saw absolutely no one. His leg started bleeding heavily, but he wasn't paying attention to that. He was going to be killed by some strange explosion if he didn't hurry. He knew the Zanarkand Grand Hotel would be a safe place to be, since the walls are extremely hard, incase of a burglar trying to break in, or an explosion.
"Noooo!!!" cried Jecht, and the explosion reached him, before he got into the hotel. Jecht flew a couple of feet in the air, disappeared, came back, and hit the floor. When he hit the floor, he spit out some blood, and opened his eyes. He then saw himself in a strange jail cell.
"Huh? What? Where am I?" Jecht asked himself.
A guard walked up and started talking to Jecht. "Be quite. You're still doing time."
"But how did I get here? I was knocked unconscious and I can't remember a thing. Last thing I remembered was a giant explosion on the S.S. Salvitine, and I fell. I thought I died. Where am I know, and how long have I been here?"
"Um…when was this "explosion? After all, the Salvatin was a Zanarkand only route, and Zanarkand was in ruins nine hundred and ninety years ago," the guard said.
"WHAT? Nine hundred and ninety years ago? I was just in Zanarkand a few hours ago! There was a giant orange explosion and…"
"Wait a minute," the guard interrupted. "Now that I think of it, there was an attack on Zanarkand by Bevelle around one thousand years ago. But this is bull. Where are you really from?"
"No! God damnit, something weird is going on. I can't be into the future…that can't be."
"Where are you from sir."
Now Jecht was really confused. "I told you. I am from Zanarkand. I'm from the past. I don't know how, but I must have been sent into the future. I'm not sure how, but I did"
The guard obviously was freaked out, and thought of Jecht as a psycho, and started to walk away.
"Wait, I'm not finished with you yet," yelled Jecht to the guard. "I understand I must have been sent into the future. But where was I found, and why was I put in jail?"
"You mean you forgot that too?" the guard replied. "Your body was found lying in the middle of Besaid Island. You woke up for a while, and went nuts. You started screaming things like 'Where is my home?' and 'Where is my wife?' but people just let you do that for a while, thinking you were crazy." Jecht realized he didn't say anything about a son. "After a few hours, you attacked a few people, and killed for strong men. I have to say, you were really strong, but too bad you used it for evil".
Jecht wasn't evil, just mean. He really resented what he did and wished he could go back in the past again. He was so confused. Just then, there were footsteps coming down into the jail cell room.
"Oh, hello Lord Braska. How are you today? And you, guardian Auron?"
"Fine, thank you" replied Auron, who was tall, muscular, and definitely very secretive.
"I am also fine, sir guard. Thank you. I have come he to see the prisoner Jecht. Is this he man" and Braska pointed to Jecht."
Jecht had no clue who these two strange men were.
"Yes, that is he. I have talked to him for a little, and he can't remember a thing," the guard replied to Braska, who was a little short, and had long blue hair. He seemed nice.
"That is alright," Braska said. "I would like to unleash him."
"What? What for? He killed four superior men…"
"Yes I know. That is why I want to unleash him. I have been researching his biography. He was known as a famous BlitzBall player. He isn't harmful, or evil, he must have gone through something terrible and couldn't control himself. If he is this strong, I would like to have him as my guardian," said Braska.
"Yes, sir. Anything you want." Then the guard got his key, walked over to Jecht's cell, and unlocked him. Jecht walked over to Braska and Auron. "Thank you." Jecht wasn't use to say that, but he knew it was about time.
"I only ask one thing in return. For you to become my guardian." Braska then realized Jecht had a confused look. "I'll explain everything in the morning. You have a huge journey ahead of you. Get prepared."