The Story of a Crusader
By tabris17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed in the following story, they are the property of
Squaresoft. Pietro is an original character with an original story (I hope so at least), I
just used a nameless character and used him.
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Chapter One: It Begins…
Life was always hard in Spira. The people never knew if and when Sin was going to come back to devastate the land and take more lives. They lived for the ideal days known as the Calm. Along as your village was safe and living in peace, everything was going to be fine. Yet the unknown always seems to happen when we least expect it. One of the people who thought this was named Pietro, this is his story…
Many people lived in the town of Kilika, most of them made a living by fishing the local waters and selling the bounty that they caught to the traders that came to port. The traders would pay for the goods in various ways, they would use gil, fabric, and many other useful products. The people were happy and overjoyed. They would go the temple and thank Yevon for his divine grace.
Pietro and his family were like all the other residents in Kilika, they were glad that Yevon protected them and the village. Pietro lived along the edge of the village over the sea, so that he could one of the first to go and fish. Every once in a while, he would leave and visit the neighboring village of Besaid and trade there for their well-known fabrics. On one of his trips back to Kilika, he had the pleasure to meet a young summoner called Yuna and her guardians. He thought that they were wonderful people and hated to think what would become of them.
Most of the time he would look at the group through his binoculars and observe them. On the last day of the journey back, a gigantic fin came out of the water in front of the vessel. Immediately two men jumped to the bow of the boat to ready the harpoons. Pietro watched as the party tried to reason with the men about the actions, yet they were soon to relent. As the two men fired the harpoons at the fin, he shuddered to think what the outcome would be. As one of the spears struck the appendage and stuck, the fin reacted by launching sinscales onto the deck. The guardians and summoner were quick to take action and attacked the enemies. The fight was long and hard, but they were victorious in the end.
As the passengers were starting to celebrate, the unexpected began to happen. The monster started to rampage and charge at the village of Kilika. Every person looked in horror as the water rose and fell in violent and deadly ways, the wind picked up and ransacked the village. Homes and trees were taken up into the sky and destroyed. The people were shocked at the unknown amount of life that was bound to have been lost.
As the ship pulled into port, they saw the aftermath of the attack. The majority of the town was gone or lying in ruin. The trees were bent over and snapped by the sheer force of the wind. A few homes were impaled by planks of woods from the pier. The bodies of their loved ones were floating in the water. The survivors were in an almost catatonic state. They had lived through the attack, no one would be able to understand what they had gone through.
Pietro was wondering what had happened to his family. "Had they been lucky enough to survive the maelstrom or had they died?" he thought. He kept a tiny ray of hope in his heart as he ventured toward where his house had once stood. He was greeted by the sight of chaos. Where his house used to be lay the twelve post that were used to support it above the water. He knelt down and wept.
An acquaintance of his had followed him to the site, and patted his sholder. "I'm sorry, Pietro. Your house was one of the first to be hit by Sin. I hate to have to tell you that your wife and daughter were on their way to my house when it happened. I'm sorry, they didn't make it. Your son on the other hand, he was at the shop running an errand for his mother. He's at the inn resting at the moment."
"My son, he made it…?" Pietro asked.
"Yes, but barely. The shopkeeper grabbed him and ran for safety," his friend replied.
"Thank you, I owe you my gratitude," Pietro said as he turned to travel to inn to see his only remaining family member. As he walked, he saw the utter destruction and regretted what would come next. He knew that the village elder would ask the summoner Yuna to perform the sending. He had seen a sending once before, at the funeral of his father two years ago. It had brought a sense of peace to the whole situation, he hoped that it would happen again this time. Everybody needed a little peace at that moment.
As he entered the inn, he saw the bandaged faces of the survivors. Some were standing on crutches and leaning against the wall. He saw his son lying in the top of a bunk bed. He slowly walked over and checked on his son. He was fine with no visible sign of injury, yet this day would live forever in the mind of the young boy. Pietro hoped that he could live with the memory, even though he was only seven years old.
"How are you, son? Are you okay? I thought I had lost you, I don't know what I would have done without you," Pietro said quickly.
"Dad, I'm glad to see you, too. I'm sad that mom and Sandra are dead, I'll miss them, but as long as you're here I'll be fine," his son replied.
"So you know about your mother and sister," Pietro gasped, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you guys. I loved all you and I'll never forget the memory of your mother. Never."
"I know. Why don't we go see the sending?" his son asked.
"Okay, let's go. Maybe that will help us."
As the duo waldked to the dock, they saw the numerous caskets immersed in the water and mourned the loss of all those lives. None of those people would be coming back, and that saddened them. As the sending took place, they were entranced by the intricate and elaborate way that Yuna moved over the water. They were awed by the way that the torch light changed from red to blue. They watched as the pyreflies made their journey to the farplane and a small amount of peace began to sink into their hearts.
After the performance was over though, that peace began to lose its grasp in the father and son. It all but disappeared when reality sank in. They were alone and without a home. They went to the inn to sleep and ponder what they wanted to do. The next morning as they awoke, they discussed plans to travel the land and possibly joined the group known as the Crusaders. On the way from Besaid, Pietro had met two Crusaders called Luzzu and Gatta and talked with the two men. Peitro told his son this and it intrigued him to no end.
His son became excited and said, "Can we please go and see the Crusaders and join their group?"
"Yes, but I want to make something clear to you, son. We might be in pain right now, but we will most likely see things that will pale in comparison to the atrocity that happened here. So, are you sure this what you want to do?" Pietro asked.
"Yes. Nothing can compare to the thought of mother and sister dying. Nothing."
"Okay, we'll find them and tell them we'd like to join their ranks," the father said.
As the duo were exiting the inn, they ran into Luzzu and Gatta by chance. The father told the two Crusaders that he and his son wanted to become like them. Luzzu looked over at Gatta. He asked, "You do know what you are saying?"
"Yes. We want to become Crusaders and fight Sin. We have nothing left here to live for, we want to pay Sin back ten fold for that." As Pietro said this, the two Crusaders nodded to each other. "Come with us, then. You are now members, you will now be outfitted for battle. We are going to need as many members for an upcoming operation we have planned. We'll tell you at our base."
The four men left towards the Crusaders headquarters to receive their equipment and discuss the upcoming mission at Mi'ihen.
To be continued… maybe.
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Author's note: I might actually continue this in time, it all depends on if you, the readers, like it. So please
read and review. Until such time, goodbye.
By tabris17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed in the following story, they are the property of
Squaresoft. Pietro is an original character with an original story (I hope so at least), I
just used a nameless character and used him.
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Chapter One: It Begins…
Life was always hard in Spira. The people never knew if and when Sin was going to come back to devastate the land and take more lives. They lived for the ideal days known as the Calm. Along as your village was safe and living in peace, everything was going to be fine. Yet the unknown always seems to happen when we least expect it. One of the people who thought this was named Pietro, this is his story…
Many people lived in the town of Kilika, most of them made a living by fishing the local waters and selling the bounty that they caught to the traders that came to port. The traders would pay for the goods in various ways, they would use gil, fabric, and many other useful products. The people were happy and overjoyed. They would go the temple and thank Yevon for his divine grace.
Pietro and his family were like all the other residents in Kilika, they were glad that Yevon protected them and the village. Pietro lived along the edge of the village over the sea, so that he could one of the first to go and fish. Every once in a while, he would leave and visit the neighboring village of Besaid and trade there for their well-known fabrics. On one of his trips back to Kilika, he had the pleasure to meet a young summoner called Yuna and her guardians. He thought that they were wonderful people and hated to think what would become of them.
Most of the time he would look at the group through his binoculars and observe them. On the last day of the journey back, a gigantic fin came out of the water in front of the vessel. Immediately two men jumped to the bow of the boat to ready the harpoons. Pietro watched as the party tried to reason with the men about the actions, yet they were soon to relent. As the two men fired the harpoons at the fin, he shuddered to think what the outcome would be. As one of the spears struck the appendage and stuck, the fin reacted by launching sinscales onto the deck. The guardians and summoner were quick to take action and attacked the enemies. The fight was long and hard, but they were victorious in the end.
As the passengers were starting to celebrate, the unexpected began to happen. The monster started to rampage and charge at the village of Kilika. Every person looked in horror as the water rose and fell in violent and deadly ways, the wind picked up and ransacked the village. Homes and trees were taken up into the sky and destroyed. The people were shocked at the unknown amount of life that was bound to have been lost.
As the ship pulled into port, they saw the aftermath of the attack. The majority of the town was gone or lying in ruin. The trees were bent over and snapped by the sheer force of the wind. A few homes were impaled by planks of woods from the pier. The bodies of their loved ones were floating in the water. The survivors were in an almost catatonic state. They had lived through the attack, no one would be able to understand what they had gone through.
Pietro was wondering what had happened to his family. "Had they been lucky enough to survive the maelstrom or had they died?" he thought. He kept a tiny ray of hope in his heart as he ventured toward where his house had once stood. He was greeted by the sight of chaos. Where his house used to be lay the twelve post that were used to support it above the water. He knelt down and wept.
An acquaintance of his had followed him to the site, and patted his sholder. "I'm sorry, Pietro. Your house was one of the first to be hit by Sin. I hate to have to tell you that your wife and daughter were on their way to my house when it happened. I'm sorry, they didn't make it. Your son on the other hand, he was at the shop running an errand for his mother. He's at the inn resting at the moment."
"My son, he made it…?" Pietro asked.
"Yes, but barely. The shopkeeper grabbed him and ran for safety," his friend replied.
"Thank you, I owe you my gratitude," Pietro said as he turned to travel to inn to see his only remaining family member. As he walked, he saw the utter destruction and regretted what would come next. He knew that the village elder would ask the summoner Yuna to perform the sending. He had seen a sending once before, at the funeral of his father two years ago. It had brought a sense of peace to the whole situation, he hoped that it would happen again this time. Everybody needed a little peace at that moment.
As he entered the inn, he saw the bandaged faces of the survivors. Some were standing on crutches and leaning against the wall. He saw his son lying in the top of a bunk bed. He slowly walked over and checked on his son. He was fine with no visible sign of injury, yet this day would live forever in the mind of the young boy. Pietro hoped that he could live with the memory, even though he was only seven years old.
"How are you, son? Are you okay? I thought I had lost you, I don't know what I would have done without you," Pietro said quickly.
"Dad, I'm glad to see you, too. I'm sad that mom and Sandra are dead, I'll miss them, but as long as you're here I'll be fine," his son replied.
"So you know about your mother and sister," Pietro gasped, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you guys. I loved all you and I'll never forget the memory of your mother. Never."
"I know. Why don't we go see the sending?" his son asked.
"Okay, let's go. Maybe that will help us."
As the duo waldked to the dock, they saw the numerous caskets immersed in the water and mourned the loss of all those lives. None of those people would be coming back, and that saddened them. As the sending took place, they were entranced by the intricate and elaborate way that Yuna moved over the water. They were awed by the way that the torch light changed from red to blue. They watched as the pyreflies made their journey to the farplane and a small amount of peace began to sink into their hearts.
After the performance was over though, that peace began to lose its grasp in the father and son. It all but disappeared when reality sank in. They were alone and without a home. They went to the inn to sleep and ponder what they wanted to do. The next morning as they awoke, they discussed plans to travel the land and possibly joined the group known as the Crusaders. On the way from Besaid, Pietro had met two Crusaders called Luzzu and Gatta and talked with the two men. Peitro told his son this and it intrigued him to no end.
His son became excited and said, "Can we please go and see the Crusaders and join their group?"
"Yes, but I want to make something clear to you, son. We might be in pain right now, but we will most likely see things that will pale in comparison to the atrocity that happened here. So, are you sure this what you want to do?" Pietro asked.
"Yes. Nothing can compare to the thought of mother and sister dying. Nothing."
"Okay, we'll find them and tell them we'd like to join their ranks," the father said.
As the duo were exiting the inn, they ran into Luzzu and Gatta by chance. The father told the two Crusaders that he and his son wanted to become like them. Luzzu looked over at Gatta. He asked, "You do know what you are saying?"
"Yes. We want to become Crusaders and fight Sin. We have nothing left here to live for, we want to pay Sin back ten fold for that." As Pietro said this, the two Crusaders nodded to each other. "Come with us, then. You are now members, you will now be outfitted for battle. We are going to need as many members for an upcoming operation we have planned. We'll tell you at our base."
The four men left towards the Crusaders headquarters to receive their equipment and discuss the upcoming mission at Mi'ihen.
To be continued… maybe.
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Author's note: I might actually continue this in time, it all depends on if you, the readers, like it. So please
read and review. Until such time, goodbye.