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FINAL FANTASY X-0
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The trilogy of Final Fantasy X is complete, with this prequel to the original, detailing High Summoner Braska's pilgrimage to obtain the Final Aeon and to defeat Sin. From Bevelle to Zanarkand, the epic journey takes Braska and his guardians on an adventure unlike the world has ever seen before...
I do not own any of the characters mentioned within this story, and it is a non-profitable piece of work.

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Part II - Final Dawn
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Daylight streamed in through the skylight above his bed. Zanarkand was waking, and Jecht was no different. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. As they eventually became accustomed to the light and his vision grew better, he looked at the space in the bed beside him. She lay there, sound asleep, long blonde hair as golden as the beach he'd met her on, years ago now. He hit a panel on the wall next to him, and a screen moved down from the bedroom ceiling, the Zanarkand News showed on it, a little blurry.

"Crazy idiots haven't even gotten sphere movies working properly yet," he muttered to himself.

There was movement beside him, and his wife moved closer to him as she woke, putting an arm around him as she always did on mornings like these.

"How is the superhero feeling today?" she whispered, kissing him on his left cheek. Jecht didn't answer - he never did, and she knew enough about him to know that he wasn't ignoring her, or being rude. It was just his way, he never showed much emotion, apart from anger, but she knew that deep within him he was just as emotional as anyone else.

The news broadcast moved on from the latest machina developments to sport, the reporter's voice filling the room,

"The Zanarkand Stadium last night hosted the first match of the Blitzball season, and despite many supporters being unsure of how this season would go, for the Abes in particular, this was just another game. 7-2, it finished, total domination from Zanarkand's premier team, and one player in particular."

The screen cut to highlights of the game, the first couple of goals flying in past the helpless goalkeeper for the Poles. The reporter spoke over them,

"Before this season started, many critics had expressed doubt about whether 35 year old veteran striker for the Abes, Jecht, could still cut it at the highest level."

Jecht chuckled to himself, idiots, the lot of them. Blitz critics all spoke utter rubbish. Ha! 5 goals in the first game showed them what they knew about the sport!

He heard words whispered in his ear, "ignore them, you'll always be the best, and not just at Blitzball!"

He turned towards her, and in doing so saw the door push open. A kid of about 7 stood in the entrance, he looked upset.

"What's up honey?" His wife was already getting up to see to him. Jecht turned away, it was obvious Tidus had been crying again. Wimp. How was he ever going to even begin to follow in his old man's footsteps?

The sound of his wife moving downstairs with his son brought him from his thoughts and back into the real world. The clock on the news channel said 10:50. Jeez, he hadn't slept that late for a long long time. Maybe he was getting old. He grunted disapprovingly at himself, and forced his body out of the comfort of the bed. Time for some early morning training...

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Maybe not 'early' morning training, he thought as he arrived at the beach. The city had been busy as he'd travelled through, and fans had surrounded him wherever he walked, shouting random things that he assumed he was supposed to listen to and acknowledge. Around 5 children were still walking after him, even though he hadn't said a word! Crazy.

"Do a Jecht Shot!"
"Yeah can you show us a Jecht Shot!"
"I heard that you just invented a Jecht Shot 2!"
"C'mon Mr. Jecht!"

Jecht abandoned his 'ignore them and they'll go away' policy, and decided to please these kids. He took a ball from the nearest one (whose dyed purple hair annoyed him) and spun it on his right hand index finger, before flicking it up in the air, then vollying the ball as far away as possible. Hopefully they'd go and get it.

"Whoa! That was brilliant!"
"Can you teach us how to hit them that far!"

Jecht screamed inwardly. Anything he did was great, even if it wasn't. Didn't these kids have families to go to anyway! He decided to deal with them.

"Ok you lot, how about I sign these Blitzballs of yours', and you all let me train in peace!"

They gawked upwards at him, confused and slightly upset.

Jecht moaned, and tried a new approach, "if I can't train, I won't be able to play as well next time!"

This finally changed their minds, and after giving them a rare autograph to treasure (the purple-haired kid even ran half a mile across the sand to retrieve his ball), he finally had the beach to himself. It was pretty chilly, despite the sunlight, and no-one else had bothered coming down to it. Bliss.

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As usual, he started with a few basic warm-up routines, swimming above and under the waves, practicing basic tackles and movements. He didn't have a ball with him, this was just for training his body, keeping his supposedly 'past it' figure in Blitz shape.

He'd been out about an hour when something strange happened.

The water suddenly grew ice cold.

He swore out loud, and started swimming back to shore. What was going on? He felt like he was going to freeze any minute. His breathing sped up, and the usually calm Abes' star was now panicking.

Panic, though, soon turned to sheer terror. The water, which had been calm only a second earlier, became choppy, and a dark shadow began to creep over him. He spun around, his heart pounding in his chest.

What he saw was unimaginable. A huge wave-like creature loomed above him, stretching away to his sides as far as the eye could see. What was going on? What was happening to him?

The 'creature' seemed to have stopped right in front of him. It didn't appear to be concerned with the city behind him, it seemed to be more concerned actually with him. He had to escape. He spun back, starting for the apparent safety of the shore, then he stopped.

He was miles away. He must have gone further than he thought. Safety was gone. He did what he never thought he'd do. He closed his eyes, and screamed...

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These two chapters were part of an introduction to the main story, what do people think? Any suggestions, or if I've made any factual errors so far, then feel free to mention them.
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