The Story of a Wanderer
By tabris17
Disclaimer: The characters used in the following story are the property of Squaresoft. The ideas expressed are my own twisted thoughts. Enjoy.
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Author's Note 1: If you are unaware, this is a sequel to "The Story of a Crusader." I would humbly suggest you read it first to get the whole story. This will be pretty slow-going for a while, please try to get through it though, please.
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Chapter One: Farewells
Pietro walked sorrowfully toward the tent he had shared with son before he had died in Operation Mi'ihen. He looked around the small area they had used. He saw his son's few belongings and wept at the loss he had felt. He was the only member of his family left, his wife and daughter had died during Sin's attack on Kilika. He felt so lonely and nothing could deter that feeling. His life was going to be hard from now on, and he had decided that he would travel until he had found a meaning to continue living.
He gathered a few articles of clothing and stuffed them into a rucksack. He didn't want to take much of what would remind him of his past. He needed so very little at the moment. As he was readying himself to leave, he noticed a picture partially hidden under his son's pillow. He bent over and picked it up and saw that is was a family portrait from the previous year. They all looked so happy and full of joy, he smiled as he took in the beauty of his wife and children. He craned his neck and kissed the portrait and whispered, "Goodbye, my loves. I miss you so very much."
He soon left the tent behind, along with the picture.
He walked down to the beach where the battle had taken place. He went to where the water was crested and knelt down. He glanced at the face he saw in the water. He frowned at the man he saw in reflection, he knew that it was him, but he really wasn't that person. He saw the faceplate that protected his head and proceeded to take it off. He inspected the helmet and said, "This is for a man seeking revenge, and I am no longer that man. I have no need for such a thing anymore," and he threw the metal object into the sea. He looked once upon the reflection in the tide and smiled. This is what he remembered looking like back before Hell had broken loose. He looked upon his weary body and noticed the sword he had taken as his weapon. He knew that fiends were prevalent throughout Spira and it might prove to be useful. He decided that he would keep in his possession and made sure it was secured its scabbard.
He stood up and turned around to begin the trek. As he hiked across the beach, he overheard some of the survivors talking about visiting the Djose Temple. That sounded like a good place to start looking, and he asked if he could travel with the small crowd of men and women. The people were more than happy to accept another into the group. They said that they would be leaving in a short while and asked him to wait at the road.
He walked up the small incline and started for the entrance. He noticed a petite woman he had met before on his travels with the Crusaders, he remembered that she was called Shelinda. He walked over towards the priestess and greeted her. "Hello, Shelinda. Do you remember me?"
"Aren't you Pietro? I was wondering if you made it, where's your son?" she asked cautiously.
"Ryu…didn't make it. I miss him, I really do, but it was meant to be. How am I to question fate?" he told the young woman. "I appreciate the fact that you were worried about me. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I was worried, because you were the only one who took the time to listen to me. For that, I thank you. What are going to do now, and are still going to remain a Crusader?"
"No, I found out that I wasn't born to fight others' battles. I need to search for the reason for which I live, and to do that I must travel. Really, I'm just going to wander around Spira for a while and hope I find something," he replied with confidence. "Goodbye, Shelinda."
"Wait, please. One more question before you go, will we ever meet again?" she asked as she grabbed his upper arm.
"I don't know, maybe. If we do, you will know that I've found my meaning. Until then, farewell."
The other men were beginning to start down the road and Pietro joined them on the path to his enlightenment. Shelinda watched with a tear in her eye, "Goodbye, I'll see you soon," she whispered to her friend.
To be continued…
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Author's Note 2: Damn, can I make it anymore depressing? You'll never know who will pop up in this story, Shelinda of all people. I guess I just have a thing for wanting to flesh out some characters. ^_^;
Please review. Say whatever you want, I can take it.
Until the next chapter, farewell.
By tabris17
Disclaimer: The characters used in the following story are the property of Squaresoft. The ideas expressed are my own twisted thoughts. Enjoy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note 1: If you are unaware, this is a sequel to "The Story of a Crusader." I would humbly suggest you read it first to get the whole story. This will be pretty slow-going for a while, please try to get through it though, please.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter One: Farewells
Pietro walked sorrowfully toward the tent he had shared with son before he had died in Operation Mi'ihen. He looked around the small area they had used. He saw his son's few belongings and wept at the loss he had felt. He was the only member of his family left, his wife and daughter had died during Sin's attack on Kilika. He felt so lonely and nothing could deter that feeling. His life was going to be hard from now on, and he had decided that he would travel until he had found a meaning to continue living.
He gathered a few articles of clothing and stuffed them into a rucksack. He didn't want to take much of what would remind him of his past. He needed so very little at the moment. As he was readying himself to leave, he noticed a picture partially hidden under his son's pillow. He bent over and picked it up and saw that is was a family portrait from the previous year. They all looked so happy and full of joy, he smiled as he took in the beauty of his wife and children. He craned his neck and kissed the portrait and whispered, "Goodbye, my loves. I miss you so very much."
He soon left the tent behind, along with the picture.
He walked down to the beach where the battle had taken place. He went to where the water was crested and knelt down. He glanced at the face he saw in the water. He frowned at the man he saw in reflection, he knew that it was him, but he really wasn't that person. He saw the faceplate that protected his head and proceeded to take it off. He inspected the helmet and said, "This is for a man seeking revenge, and I am no longer that man. I have no need for such a thing anymore," and he threw the metal object into the sea. He looked once upon the reflection in the tide and smiled. This is what he remembered looking like back before Hell had broken loose. He looked upon his weary body and noticed the sword he had taken as his weapon. He knew that fiends were prevalent throughout Spira and it might prove to be useful. He decided that he would keep in his possession and made sure it was secured its scabbard.
He stood up and turned around to begin the trek. As he hiked across the beach, he overheard some of the survivors talking about visiting the Djose Temple. That sounded like a good place to start looking, and he asked if he could travel with the small crowd of men and women. The people were more than happy to accept another into the group. They said that they would be leaving in a short while and asked him to wait at the road.
He walked up the small incline and started for the entrance. He noticed a petite woman he had met before on his travels with the Crusaders, he remembered that she was called Shelinda. He walked over towards the priestess and greeted her. "Hello, Shelinda. Do you remember me?"
"Aren't you Pietro? I was wondering if you made it, where's your son?" she asked cautiously.
"Ryu…didn't make it. I miss him, I really do, but it was meant to be. How am I to question fate?" he told the young woman. "I appreciate the fact that you were worried about me. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I was worried, because you were the only one who took the time to listen to me. For that, I thank you. What are going to do now, and are still going to remain a Crusader?"
"No, I found out that I wasn't born to fight others' battles. I need to search for the reason for which I live, and to do that I must travel. Really, I'm just going to wander around Spira for a while and hope I find something," he replied with confidence. "Goodbye, Shelinda."
"Wait, please. One more question before you go, will we ever meet again?" she asked as she grabbed his upper arm.
"I don't know, maybe. If we do, you will know that I've found my meaning. Until then, farewell."
The other men were beginning to start down the road and Pietro joined them on the path to his enlightenment. Shelinda watched with a tear in her eye, "Goodbye, I'll see you soon," she whispered to her friend.
To be continued…
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Author's Note 2: Damn, can I make it anymore depressing? You'll never know who will pop up in this story, Shelinda of all people. I guess I just have a thing for wanting to flesh out some characters. ^_^;
Please review. Say whatever you want, I can take it.
Until the next chapter, farewell.