(A/N: A FF Tactics characters rants about her journey with Ramza and how he or she received no credit. This does have spoilers. I do imply that the person has some kind of magic. I don't know if this is considered fan fiction, but who cares. This is really short and sucks, but read it anyway. Final Fantasy Tactics is a product of Squaresoft so you can't take any of my money because I now have a disclaimer.)
The Unknown Saviors
I have been there since the beginning.
You have probably forgotten my name by now, but I clearly remember yours: Ramza. I have known you since you learned to fight; I was one of your fellow students when you studied in that military academy. You were part of a noble family, a Beoulve. You didn't associate with us, lower rank citizens of Gariland, but you had your best friend, Delita, who was a commoner. You and he were like brothers.
Our first major battle was a bit dangerous, for we were rookies. You were the strongest, but not strong enough to take out the enemies by yourself. Delita also helped a lot. However, you never acknowledged us; we who saved your life by delivering the death blow to the enemy before he cut you. My friends and I saved your life. Though you were a noble, you weren't that much better than us. At least not yet.
After the successful battle, we started working full time for the Hokuten. I felt so honored when you asked me to fight with you. We would help each other out, me healing you when you were tired and needed a boost, and you killing the enemies one by one. The more battles we fought, the stronger we were, and the more things we could do. The enemies learned too. When you screamed out and collapsed during a fight, I could cast a spell and revive you. I could help defend you against physical and magical blows. None of this gave me a "thank you" or any acknowledgement of what I did.
As our journey progressed, we went against stronger enemies and gained stronger allies. Somehow, through all of this, you were able to pull through. You had fought so many risky battles and still hadn't died. You were our leader and couldn't die. You would choose the best people from the group and send them out to battle. You would dismiss people who you did not need. I guess I was lucky I had stayed for so long. It was only after Orlandu joined your party that you dismissed me. Taking my personal possessions, I left with nothing more than I had had before. Except for memories of the battles I fought with the heretic.
I guess that was life for me. A person with ordinary skills never becomes a "hero". Soldiers die with no one mourning their deaths. I should be glad I have survived, because I know you didn't. The news of your death spread quickly through Ivalice, but no one buried you. No one had recognized your heroism or noticed that you had saved the world. I had realized something; that you had become just like us: people who save the lives of others but never credited with their deeds. It was wrong but it was reality. Life had been rough for all of us.
I had lived to see the end.
(A/N: You're all thinking that sucked I bet. Well, I tried. Actually I don't know what I was thinking when I was doing this, it just kind of came out. Please review so I can make this better.)