We Called it Sin.
Fragrant, the air streamed past the mysterious figure standing away from the residents of Zanarkand, carrying on it the salty tang of the ocean that surrounded the city that never slept. He stood high above the winding city streets, atop a scaffolding overlooking the majority of the city. The lights glared off the distant blitzball stadium, where the crowd roared and the sound of music carried to the highest reaches. He could even make out the sound of the announcer's voice riling up the crowd, getting them ready for the big tournament game to be played that evening. The Zanarkand Abes. Tidus' team. The man smiled wryly, reaching down to flick the clasps off his sake jug. Tonight would be the boy's last game in Zanarkand, might as well have a drink to that.
In the distance, the seagulls paused in their circling, crying out with shrill sounds their distress as something began to rise from the depths of the water, reeking of death and violence. The waves rose high, water rippling off the hulking form of armored flesh of a beast who defied description, defied all logic and defied the force of the ocean's tides, streaming forward. The massive body brought with it a tsunami, a wall of wave so high it rivaled the highest building in Zanarkand.
Yet, no one seemed to see it coming. A few who happened to be outside the stadium noticed it, running for their lives even if it were futile to do so. But most were inside the stadium, cheering on the teams within. Oblivious to the death knell tolling for them all just outside of the city's structured grid.
The stranger on the scaffolding raised his jug a second time, to the approaching doom. "Time, is it?"
Been ten years, Auron. I can't hold back no more. Ain't got the willpower.
"I understand," Auron replied. The Calm was at an end in Spira, as it was before and as it would be again in time. "Do you think he can break it?"
Forgive me, bud, but I don't rightly care anymore. Just make sure he ain't gonna cry cause he's gotta kill me.
Auron sighed, taking a long sip from the sake jug and leapt to the ground, then, landing with an impossible grace, a fluidity that left a few onlookers stunned and pointing. Ten years was a long time and now, at last, there was a second chance. His story ended a decade ago.
Now, if only he could rewrite someone else's this time.