Leon could hear the sounds of crashing waves and screaming harpies in the distance. As he recognized the sounds to be a nightmare that had re-occurred every night since his childhood, he opened his grey eyes quickly only to the gigantic monster that tormented him is his sleep. The monster was a zombie like being, constricted by chains, while in the mouth of a Venus fly trap. Its arms were born by the wrist, and pulled back by a two white pieces of cloth. The top of its head was consumed by a white cloth, and rapped closely to how ancient mummies were sent into the after left. The monstrous fangs that had overlapped each other dripped blood, and it spew from the zombie's mouth, and down the fangs. On the left side of the monster's face was a hole in the cloth that showcased a single, bloodshot eye.

The monstrous head shifted as it opened its mouth to bellow out a petrifying, and blood-curdling roar.

Leon screamed as he held his ears in pain. A strong headache ate away at Leon's head while his eyes began to tear from overwhelming pain. The zombie slowly closed its mouth, and Leon let out an enormous sigh of relief.

"What do you want from me?" Leon shouted in rage.

"I want you to kill my son." The beast answered with haste.

"Who is your son?" Leon yelled up again in confusion.

"His name is Seymour Guado. And my name is Anima, just like your nickname." It spoke again.

"The word anima means someone's inner soul, the part of you no one else sees, but you know it is there." Explained Anima, in a raspy voice.

"Where can I find Seymour?" Leon questioned loudly to the monstrous Anima.

"You will not have to. Just remember the name, and your task. You will be rewarded like a god."

Anima's voice seemed to fade, and Leon could tell he was waking up.

Leon woke quickly to the sound of screams and crumbling buildings. Leon was struck with fear, as he shot up, and looked out the glass window to his right. His eyes widened when he saw the gigantic beast surrounded by ocean water.

"Fuck." Leon cursed as he sprinted for the door.

He only had one thing on his mind, and that was his sister. She had been beside him through every torment they encountered. As metal gears shifted, the mechanical door slid open, and Leon shot out from Tidus' house. The floating light panels that had once bared intense light, were now flickering, and struggling to keep operating. Leon boots rang clear on the metallic overpasses as he ran in fear from fiends that chased him. Leon felt the ground shake and new fiends were near him. Leon turned around slowly and he drew the Gunblade from his belt, and hefted it up onto his shoulder. The blue winged demon stared Leon in the eyes with wicked thoughts. Leon slid the sword off his right shoulder, and brought it to his side, ready for attack.

Green ooze flew though the air when the fiend's flesh was ripped from it's body, by the blade of Leon's new sword.

Leon's hips twisted, and his whole body swung around, casting the Gunblade sailing through the air. The blue colored fiend shrieked and hissed when the point of the sword pierced it's left eye, and drove itself through the back of the fiends head. Leon gripped the black wood handle of the Gunblade, and ripped it from the bleeding monster's head. With a loud thud, the creature fell to the ground, and Leon turned back to his intentional direction, and began running.

Green blood dripped off Leon's hands, as he stood upon the stone staircase, which led to his housing sector. Leather from the sheath attached to his belt rubbed up against the steel blade, and created a high-pitched squeal when Leon rammed the sword back into it. Leon's hips twisted again, spinning his body around like a windmill, but instead Leon lifted his right leg, and slammed his heal into the nailed shut, wooden door. The wood snapped, and the metal clamps holding the door, were ripped off the wall when the door was sent on a crash course for the cement wall on the other side of the inside room.

Leon's heart stopped, and his eyes widened as he walked into his old, tattered home. Blood was spilled all over the floor, and cast along the walls. He knew it was of human origin, because it was reddish black, and a fiend's blood was green. Leon tossed furniture across the gnarled room, but he did not know what he was in search for.

The crashes and explosions had come closer to Leon's house. He didn't care about his house; Leon just wanted to find his sister, Brynn.

Leon burst out the door, and ran down the street, toward his blacksmith establishment, which was towards the giant mass of fear. Overwhelming pain clashed into his back, as he was sent flying into the open sky. Leon scream as his back cracked, and his bones twisted. As he opened his eyes, they were met with a very bright light. For a brief second or two, Leon was engulfed in the light, and then followed complete darkness. Leon's eyes grew heavy and he fell into a deep slumber.

"Wake up Leon."

Leon's grey eyes shot open and he grinned at the fact that, he was still living. A strong chill came over him as he sat up and looked around in the large stone room. The six rocked statues indicated that he was in some type of early temple, or holy place. Each statue was in the shape of ancient dragon, and was holding a transparent colored glass ball. With each statue, the colored ball was different. Leon knew there must have been a way out of the stone prison, but there was no light shining at the time. A bright light exploded from the glass balls, which completely illuminated the stone dungeon. Leon's hands cover his eyes as he groaned with pain. Leon had never been exposed to such a bright light in years. Zanarkand Had a gigantic mass of black clouds which had been created by corporations, and steel working factories, so the sun rarely appeared.