Pre-Chapter: The mind of Nykkel
It was only 300 years ago; but the elders treat it as ages since the loss of Zanarkand, the new beginning for Spira they called it. Spira, now that's a name I can't stand. Spira this and Spira that. The elders used it in every single thing they said. What was Spira anyway? This hell-whole we called home? This hot sweltering desert... Spira, all of it was nothing to me. Spira was just a name anyway; Din the oldest elder had picked it.
"Spira...named after the spiral of trials we must face in order to be one with Yevon our true lord."
Yevon was a bunch of crap, ever since we had landed on this godforsaken rock it's been "Sin" this and "Yevon" that. Yevonism- the new radical faith; the thing that was suppose to bring us to "salvation", all the elders were crocked. Yevon was just another way to get the broken people of Bikanel (Our new home) to believe in something good.
I knew the truth though- Yevon was lie... Sin was just another one of lives little kinks. There was no way to get around it; we were all going to die somehow in this humid desert.
If Yevon existed surely it could not be good; "from pain nothing positive will blossom" was a quote from and old Zanarkand book someone had saved. The quote in itself was a little harsh... but, partly true. The coming of Sin was a sign to all of us; that our life would be literal hell, and there were no ways around it. We were stuck here, and I was stuck with Yevon and his mendacity.
I lived here in the town of Eidmun, it was a small city populated mostly by the survivors of Zanarkand; the others we here from the olden days, sort of "natives" so to speak. Eidmun was the only major city anyone knew about, there was no way to get off this Island. All of the technologies were long lost; and moreover they were banned by the radical views of these "Yevonites".
Not every person was a slave to Yevon. Some people, (Like my family) had their own philosophy; which was unexpected seeing as my father was the Edrine (guardian) to the Mardere (leader) of Bikanel. No one dared cross my father; he was the greatest hero who ever lived some said, which, really could have been true. My father was the bravest man in Eidmun and wiser than many too. He was the kind of man you looked up to; even in great times of peril Veni (my father) was there as a beacon of hope.
I tried to stay away from my fathers matters always keeping away from him when he needed his space; and helping him with chores without question. They were good people my Mother and Father; my Mother(Eva) the owner of the markets downtown where everyone shopped to keep feed their families and protect their homes. And my mother the guardian to the thrown and leader of the high guard. There was only one thing I disliked about my mother and father; they were overly protective.
They didn't like to see me with a sword or with any other weapon around (which was quite hard in view of the fact that my house was full of them). So I sat there holding a wooden stump I called a sword; waiting for the day I was to be called upon to join the guard.
That was 3 years ago...
Now I am a member of the low guard; Nykkel member of the guard of Eidmun, seeker of justice, protector of the thrown, destroyer of Sin, and all that good stuff. I was a fool in love with war; but I would soon see how horrible fiends could be...
It was only 300 years ago; but the elders treat it as ages since the loss of Zanarkand, the new beginning for Spira they called it. Spira, now that's a name I can't stand. Spira this and Spira that. The elders used it in every single thing they said. What was Spira anyway? This hell-whole we called home? This hot sweltering desert... Spira, all of it was nothing to me. Spira was just a name anyway; Din the oldest elder had picked it.
"Spira...named after the spiral of trials we must face in order to be one with Yevon our true lord."
Yevon was a bunch of crap, ever since we had landed on this godforsaken rock it's been "Sin" this and "Yevon" that. Yevonism- the new radical faith; the thing that was suppose to bring us to "salvation", all the elders were crocked. Yevon was just another way to get the broken people of Bikanel (Our new home) to believe in something good.
I knew the truth though- Yevon was lie... Sin was just another one of lives little kinks. There was no way to get around it; we were all going to die somehow in this humid desert.
If Yevon existed surely it could not be good; "from pain nothing positive will blossom" was a quote from and old Zanarkand book someone had saved. The quote in itself was a little harsh... but, partly true. The coming of Sin was a sign to all of us; that our life would be literal hell, and there were no ways around it. We were stuck here, and I was stuck with Yevon and his mendacity.
I lived here in the town of Eidmun, it was a small city populated mostly by the survivors of Zanarkand; the others we here from the olden days, sort of "natives" so to speak. Eidmun was the only major city anyone knew about, there was no way to get off this Island. All of the technologies were long lost; and moreover they were banned by the radical views of these "Yevonites".
Not every person was a slave to Yevon. Some people, (Like my family) had their own philosophy; which was unexpected seeing as my father was the Edrine (guardian) to the Mardere (leader) of Bikanel. No one dared cross my father; he was the greatest hero who ever lived some said, which, really could have been true. My father was the bravest man in Eidmun and wiser than many too. He was the kind of man you looked up to; even in great times of peril Veni (my father) was there as a beacon of hope.
I tried to stay away from my fathers matters always keeping away from him when he needed his space; and helping him with chores without question. They were good people my Mother and Father; my Mother(Eva) the owner of the markets downtown where everyone shopped to keep feed their families and protect their homes. And my mother the guardian to the thrown and leader of the high guard. There was only one thing I disliked about my mother and father; they were overly protective.
They didn't like to see me with a sword or with any other weapon around (which was quite hard in view of the fact that my house was full of them). So I sat there holding a wooden stump I called a sword; waiting for the day I was to be called upon to join the guard.
That was 3 years ago...
Now I am a member of the low guard; Nykkel member of the guard of Eidmun, seeker of justice, protector of the thrown, destroyer of Sin, and all that good stuff. I was a fool in love with war; but I would soon see how horrible fiends could be...