The Warriors

Disclaimer: I don't own FFX, and most likely never will.

This will take a while to turn into FFX, so please bear with me, and leave me a comment on whether or not you like it.

After two years of violent battles the Deathsquad is feared by everyone. Of the 6,300 fatalities do far, the four of us were responsible for 4,800. Of the 10 Sections only 6 remained, us the Deathsquad, the Darringers, Denfeld, The Great Ones, The Torks, and Baring's Killers. My Section remained the same, four of us, against the world, we were constantly under attack, but always beat back the enemy with no casualties on our side.

We were changed by the battles though, everyone that was alive was a good warrior. Now everyone was used to seeing their friends die, and were relatively unaffected by it. We are different now, or at least I was, my hair, straight and black, went down past my knees, my face, ghostly white, and my body was massive, bulging with muscles. Through out faithful service to our king over the past years we were awarded with magic swords, massive plate armor, and all sorts of different, powerful weapons. We new the end was coming soon, the attacks had stopped, the missions hadn't come in months.

"They are preparing a joint attack," Stephen began, "if they can kill us then they will be able to squabble amongst themselves without our attacking."

"How do you know?" Darrell asked, dumbfounded by this seemingly incredulous idea.

"Because," I interrupted, "They are, look at it, they go from two attacks a week to none in three months, they are planning something."

"He's right," Rhoads said, "it's to risky, and it's very likely, we should prepare."

"Well, let's start!" I announced. We started building a defense system like the Reds had, making the alarm go off in the cabin. Then we made large holes filled with spikes, and covered with leaves all around our border. We had all sorts of deadly traps all over, and as they got closer to the cabin the more deadly they became. We were going to stop them by any means possible.

Weeks of preparing finally led to the moment of truth. We were surrounded by at least 3,500 troops. "Well, I guess this is it," Stephen said, "Everyone here is going to die today." We were all silent, waiting for them to advance into the death zone as we called it.

"Hey, after this is all over, were gunna kill the rest of them, then be done forever," Darrell said hopefully, "then well kill Jordash and well be heroes."

"Yeah," I sighed, "We'll kill 'em all. But first they have to charge, and god know when that'll happen."

The silence was the worst part, just waiting to be attacked by 3000 men. It was dark out, and it was hot and humid, but we had water and food, and medical supplies, we are going to win this one.

We had silent conversation, talking about what we'd do after the battle, but never talking about the battle itself. It finally collapsed on itself when they got louder. They began their advance.

"Get ready," I yelled, "Take them head on."

They ran blind through our killing field, falling into the pits, getting gored by blades hanging from trees, crushed by two tree smashing into each other. They finally reached us, I swung my sword into the face of a huge man holding an axe, splitting it down the middle. I ripped my sword from his face to another man. I drew an axe from my other hand, and I just swung blindly with the ax, and attacked with finesse with my sword. 10 down, 25 down, the bodies were falling, the blood was flying through the air, I was drenched in the blood and sweat from dead men. I put my sword through the stomach of one man into the heart of another.

The ruthless killing went on until I was confronted by two elites, Arcsam and Baring himself. I was fighting them both off as well as soldiers from behind spinning my blade so fast it cut off part of Baring's sword. I jumped back and threw my axe at the unsuspecting Arcsam, cleaving his head in two. I pulled another sword, and was fighting just Baring. It was over soon, he was tired, and I overpowered him, chopping off his head, demoralizing his unit. The battle was over, the remainder of the forces ran, but the four of us drew our bows and sniped them down. By the end of the battle, 3,200 men were dead.

Over the next week we killed the rest of them, it was over, by the time we were 15, 4 young men have killed 8,500 men. We were met by the king's entire royal guard, and we were sent through the streets of this city we had never seen before, and we met the king.

"Bow," his men said, "bow to your king." We four bowed, to show our humility, the king was a small man, and he was obviously obsessed with death and pain.

"So, you are the ones that killed all those men?" he asked, we nodded yes, "Wonderful. Well I guess I will send you home." We all stood and cheered, but were stopped by the guards, who yelled to bow, "but if you don't bow until I tell you to leave, you are in for hell."

We remained bowed until we were sent away.

We were taken home, back to Spira, me and Steve to Kilika, and Rhoads and Darrell to Bevelle. We said our goodbyes and promised to meet up again in the near future.

I went to the beach, and looked out to shore, an I saw my reflection in the water, I changed. From the innocent little boy of 10, to the 15 year old that has killed thousands. Steve noticed it to, but as soon as we came to peace with ourselves we saw a massive wave come in. Then it all came back, Sin, the summoners, and the Maesters of Bevelle. As I was hit with the wave, I saw my old self, he smiled at me, then disappeared.

There, I told you I'd get back to FFX, well please tell me what you though of this