Everyone needs help with things. No-one can be completely independent,
everyone has an imperfection. What you might think is the worst, most awful
child, may only be that of the most perfect loving child. No one thinks the
same as the one next to you. she thinks differently, he thinks differently,
even the guy who you think is the exact same as you, your best friend,
thinks differently then you. the people who hate you, and think you are
completely different, usually thinks some what the same, but not the same.
I am here to tell you a story about a boy that had a friend, though not a
friend, more of a partner. This particular story starts at the ruins of
what was once the most beautiful city that there ever was, zanarack. There
was were the boy this story is about usually was, he sat and watched the
sunset, watched the monks come in and out of the final faythe in the
temple. He watched summoners come and go. He watched the children playing
blitzball on the beach. He watched everything. He liked watching things. He
liked having his own thoughts about things. He liked watching something his
friend would call stupid, but that he would call interesting. And this boy
was particularly fond of watching blitz ball. He watched a boy pitifully
attempt to do a jecht shot. "That will never work, you have to spin more
and jump higher, really" he thought to himself. He was a tall boy, with
blonde hair, pulled into a pony tail, with a zanarack abes necklace around
his neck. Everyone wanted to know what the symbol meant. They all guessed "
is it a different language". And he would think to himself " there are no
other languages other than al behd, but al behd writes like us, with
regular letters". More to the point, no one even knew who the abes were,
other than a few die heart blitz ball fans. " hey, tawny, get up here and
help with dinner" yelled a plump, black hair woman, with a little apron on.
"Yes, mother" said tawny, annoyed he couldn't watch anything. The two of
them lived in a boat house, floating dirtily on the sea, making anything
look polluted. " mom, I wish something exiting would happen in these old
ruins" said tawny, in a drifty voice as he ate his broccoli. " be careful
what you wish for tawny" she replied, annoyed at how ignorant he was. "
well Yuna! I don't see why you always reply with that" yelled tawny at the
top of his lungs. That was a threat to Yuna, as no one called her by her
name any more. Everyone usually called her " great one". " because last
time my husband said that, sin attaced him and killed him" after these
words, Yuna burst into tears after these words, making her eyes seem red
with tears. " Tidus, t-i-i-i-dus" she moaned, in mourn for her husband. "
alright, fine, well, I suppose I am lucky to be in the calm for now. For
those who do not understand, the calm is a time of peace. Yuna once said "
don't say it is worthless if he just comes back, at least people get to
sleep in they're own bed for a while without being afraid, and to me, that
is worth more then being afraid in your own home". She said these words
after explaining what a calm was to Tidus. the people in this age were
lucky to be in the calm. But no one knew when sin would return, so they
were a bit frightened. The next morning, tawny woke up early to go meet his
god father wakka. As he came around to the temple, wakka was on the verge
of being eaten by a large feind that had a taste for chocobos called " the
chocobo eaters". The only reason he was doing this was because unluckily
wakka had been riding a golden chocobo to get there. " hey, wakka" yelled
tawny to his godfather, as he came to the temple, covered in golden
feathers. " were is kinki wakka?" questioned a confused tawny. " um, he was
well, um, well to tell you the truth." replied a very embarrassed wakka. "
lemme guess, aten" said tawny in a " I can't believe you let your chocobo
get eaten again" voice. "Well, it was that dumb chocobo eater" said wakka
defensively. Well next time be more carfel woth your chocobo you si-si-
sin!" said tawny in amazment. " oh no, I aint falling for that dumb trick"
replied wakka, in a smart voice " fine, if ya get destroyed it is fine
with me" replied tawny, as he ran far off to his vessel. " huh, wh-ah-
ahg!" stuttered wakka, as he shot around to see the huge fin sifting
through the sea. " hey yo, wait for me!" yelled wakka, running after his
friend and godson " huh, wh-ah- ahg!" stuttered wakka, as he shot around to
see the huge fin sifting through the sea. " hey yo, wait for me!" yelled
wakka, running after his friend and godson, tawny. As the pair borded on
the vessel, with his mother and his guardians. " I will not have the same
fait as my father" said tawny to himself.
