Story of an Al-Bhed Girl
Chapter 1
Hey. I thought of this idea one day when I was really bored, and for some reason those are the only times my brain starts working. Well, I was playing FF10, and was stuck so I started a new game for about the millionth time. I was going through it, and when I do, I always feel bad for the Al-Bhed, so I thought, why not do a story about one of them? And thus, this idea was born. It takes place during the time Tidus and them are just leaving Kilika and coming to Luca. Meeda I guess is kind of based on me, but a little rougher.
Disclaimer: I do not own FF10.
I walked down the streets of Luca, wearing an overlarge coat with a hood to cover up the blue goggles which hid my eyes. I tried not to draw too much attention to myself, but it was kind of hard when it looked like I had some kind of skin disease, all wrapped up like I was. Well, at least it was better to have people draw back in disgust than have them spit at me as I walk past. Others did more than that, following me down a dark alleyway where they could attack me in the name of their God. They called me usurper, a fraud. I was a germ, infecting their perfect society. Well, I didn't care what they thought, and I could take the beatings. I had even gotten some hits in here and there.
Today I was lucky. Nobody stopped me, or even looked at me for that matter. They were all excited about the upcoming Blitzball tournament. Funny thing was, everyone had seemed to already forget what had happened in Kilika the other day. No one seemed to be worried that perhaps Sin would turn towards Luca. They all had pushed it down, deep down, and covered it up with excitement. They all knew that at this moment, the summoners were on their way to Zanarkand, to fight Sin for them, and they didn't even care what they gave up for their safety. Selfish bastards, I thought with contempt, Why don't you do something for yourselves, instead of sacrificing them!
But I couldn't blame them for being excited about the tournament. It was the one thing I lived for, the one time when we were treated with respect, because no one messed with the Psyches. My brother, Berrik, was a defender for the team, and he too wished for the Al-Bhed to treated with respect, but he had little hope. I had tried to talk to him about the upcoming tournament, but all he would say was that it was very important. After a while I just gave up.
I had reached the docks, so I decided it was safe for me to take off my hood. My chestnut brown hair flowed down my back and I smiled. My hair was my small defiant gesture against the differences between Al-Bhed and Yevonites. Most Al-Bhed women kept their hair no longer than shoulder length, but my hair was my pride and I refused to cut it. It hung proudly past my shoulders, all the way down to my knees, but Berrik made me at least tie it in a tight braid, so it was only half the length it should have been. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about the goggles, which I hated even more for that fact.
I passed some Ronsoes warily because, though they did not think of us Al-Bhed one way or another, they were still slightly intimidating. Finally I got to the ship we were using as a temporary living quarters until we went back to Home. Another difference, I thought severely, The Yevonites can live wherever they want, but we have to keep moving from place to place. We did have Home though, the only place that we Al-Bhed could live without disturbance. It was on a desert island in the middle of the ocean named Bikanel, and was secret to everyone except us. I miss it, I thought sadly, I miss Mom, and I miss not being an outsider.
Another Psyches teammate, and also Berrick's girlfriend, Lakkam, saw me stepping onto the ship. She came over and addressed me in our language.
"Greetings Meeda, are you well?" She stated in our usual greeting. When speaking to each other, we Al-Bhed are very formal.
"Yes, I am Lakkam, and you?" I replied automatically, as I had said it a million times before.
"Oh, fine thank you. Your brother, Berrik, wished to speak with you." Lakkam looked excited, and was wringing her hands nervously.
I frowned, Berrik hadn't requested my presence in a long time, "About what?"
Lakkam shook her head, refusing to answer, "He asked that you hurry."
I sighed and went inside. There were three reasons Berrik would want to see me. One, I was in serious trouble, but I couldn't recall doing anything wrong. Two, there had been a riot of the Yevonites against us, which had actually happened a few times, and we would have to leave Luca for a while. Three, well I didn't really know what three could be, but it couldn't be good.
Berrik was in the common room of the ship, looking at a map Luca, "Um, Berrik, you wanted to see me?" I asked nervously, glancing at him from my lovely view of the floor.
"Ah, yes, Meeda. Lakkam sent you I suppose. There is something I want to share with you. I was contemplating it, but I've decided that you are now old enough."
"What is it, Berrik?" I was surprised. Berrik almost always told me everything, and when he didn't, I just figured it wasn't important. Now that I had found out that he didn't tell me those things because he thought I was too young, I felt a little hurt. Well, maybe now that he thinks I'm old enough, he'll start telling me everything.
Berrik gazed at me through green lensed goggles, and I couldn't read his expression, "We have gotten some information that the summoner Yuna will be arriving in Luca tomorrow. Before the tournament starts, we are going to kidnap her."
Ooh, the plot thickens. Well not really, especially if you've played Final Fantasy 10 before, but who cares. I am positive that Berrik and Lakkam are both on the Al-Bhed Psyches blitzball team. Oh, and anyone who hasn't played FF10 before, the next chapter will have spoilers. You can't say I didn't warn you. Read and Review.
Chapter 1
Hey. I thought of this idea one day when I was really bored, and for some reason those are the only times my brain starts working. Well, I was playing FF10, and was stuck so I started a new game for about the millionth time. I was going through it, and when I do, I always feel bad for the Al-Bhed, so I thought, why not do a story about one of them? And thus, this idea was born. It takes place during the time Tidus and them are just leaving Kilika and coming to Luca. Meeda I guess is kind of based on me, but a little rougher.
Disclaimer: I do not own FF10.
I walked down the streets of Luca, wearing an overlarge coat with a hood to cover up the blue goggles which hid my eyes. I tried not to draw too much attention to myself, but it was kind of hard when it looked like I had some kind of skin disease, all wrapped up like I was. Well, at least it was better to have people draw back in disgust than have them spit at me as I walk past. Others did more than that, following me down a dark alleyway where they could attack me in the name of their God. They called me usurper, a fraud. I was a germ, infecting their perfect society. Well, I didn't care what they thought, and I could take the beatings. I had even gotten some hits in here and there.
Today I was lucky. Nobody stopped me, or even looked at me for that matter. They were all excited about the upcoming Blitzball tournament. Funny thing was, everyone had seemed to already forget what had happened in Kilika the other day. No one seemed to be worried that perhaps Sin would turn towards Luca. They all had pushed it down, deep down, and covered it up with excitement. They all knew that at this moment, the summoners were on their way to Zanarkand, to fight Sin for them, and they didn't even care what they gave up for their safety. Selfish bastards, I thought with contempt, Why don't you do something for yourselves, instead of sacrificing them!
But I couldn't blame them for being excited about the tournament. It was the one thing I lived for, the one time when we were treated with respect, because no one messed with the Psyches. My brother, Berrik, was a defender for the team, and he too wished for the Al-Bhed to treated with respect, but he had little hope. I had tried to talk to him about the upcoming tournament, but all he would say was that it was very important. After a while I just gave up.
I had reached the docks, so I decided it was safe for me to take off my hood. My chestnut brown hair flowed down my back and I smiled. My hair was my small defiant gesture against the differences between Al-Bhed and Yevonites. Most Al-Bhed women kept their hair no longer than shoulder length, but my hair was my pride and I refused to cut it. It hung proudly past my shoulders, all the way down to my knees, but Berrik made me at least tie it in a tight braid, so it was only half the length it should have been. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about the goggles, which I hated even more for that fact.
I passed some Ronsoes warily because, though they did not think of us Al-Bhed one way or another, they were still slightly intimidating. Finally I got to the ship we were using as a temporary living quarters until we went back to Home. Another difference, I thought severely, The Yevonites can live wherever they want, but we have to keep moving from place to place. We did have Home though, the only place that we Al-Bhed could live without disturbance. It was on a desert island in the middle of the ocean named Bikanel, and was secret to everyone except us. I miss it, I thought sadly, I miss Mom, and I miss not being an outsider.
Another Psyches teammate, and also Berrick's girlfriend, Lakkam, saw me stepping onto the ship. She came over and addressed me in our language.
"Greetings Meeda, are you well?" She stated in our usual greeting. When speaking to each other, we Al-Bhed are very formal.
"Yes, I am Lakkam, and you?" I replied automatically, as I had said it a million times before.
"Oh, fine thank you. Your brother, Berrik, wished to speak with you." Lakkam looked excited, and was wringing her hands nervously.
I frowned, Berrik hadn't requested my presence in a long time, "About what?"
Lakkam shook her head, refusing to answer, "He asked that you hurry."
I sighed and went inside. There were three reasons Berrik would want to see me. One, I was in serious trouble, but I couldn't recall doing anything wrong. Two, there had been a riot of the Yevonites against us, which had actually happened a few times, and we would have to leave Luca for a while. Three, well I didn't really know what three could be, but it couldn't be good.
Berrik was in the common room of the ship, looking at a map Luca, "Um, Berrik, you wanted to see me?" I asked nervously, glancing at him from my lovely view of the floor.
"Ah, yes, Meeda. Lakkam sent you I suppose. There is something I want to share with you. I was contemplating it, but I've decided that you are now old enough."
"What is it, Berrik?" I was surprised. Berrik almost always told me everything, and when he didn't, I just figured it wasn't important. Now that I had found out that he didn't tell me those things because he thought I was too young, I felt a little hurt. Well, maybe now that he thinks I'm old enough, he'll start telling me everything.
Berrik gazed at me through green lensed goggles, and I couldn't read his expression, "We have gotten some information that the summoner Yuna will be arriving in Luca tomorrow. Before the tournament starts, we are going to kidnap her."
Ooh, the plot thickens. Well not really, especially if you've played Final Fantasy 10 before, but who cares. I am positive that Berrik and Lakkam are both on the Al-Bhed Psyches blitzball team. Oh, and anyone who hasn't played FF10 before, the next chapter will have spoilers. You can't say I didn't warn you. Read and Review.