The World around Us

by TheGunnerSphere

Ever wonder about the great war between Zanarkand and Bevelle? This fic takes place in the time of Lenne and Shuyin. Its my first fic ever too, so please R&R, im sure my writing could use some improvement. Chapter 2 is up, i need some reviewers people!

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X, or Final Fantasy X-2

Well this is my first stab at a fic, ever, so please review, i could use a bit of constructive criticism

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Somewhere deep within Bevelle Under-city

Five figures sit at a long table with a metallic shine. Two figures are on each side of the table with the fifth figure at the head of the table. There is one small white light above the center of the table making the figures on the sides visible as ranking military officers; the fifth figure is enshrouded in a shadow beyond the reach of the light. The atmosphere within the room is extremely tense, as if an extremely important decision has just been made, but not by a unanimous decision.

"General, are you certain this is a wise course of action?" a tentative young officer asked.

"We have no choice, we may be stronger than Zanarkand, but if these reports of a pre-emptive strike being planned by them are correct, we must act. We won't stand a chance if they get the first hit," replied the figure at the head of the table.

"But shouldn't we at very least try to settle this peacefully? There is no need for a massive war if it can be avoided," commented another, more experienced officer.

"And tip our hand? Don't be a fool. You are beginning to try my patience, we are going to act now! We must strike Zanarkand before it has a chance to strike us!"

"And if we don't agree with your decision and refuse to follow your orders?" remarked one of the other officers, challenging the head figure's authority.

There is a sound, very slight, almost undetectable. Almost like a whisper or the slight rustling of grass in the breeze as the officer who had just spoken slumps forward, dead before his head hit the table.

"Anyone else?" asked the enshrouded figure, leaning back in his chair, even farther from the light than before.

The room remains deadly silent.

"Good, you all have your assignments now let's get to work; we have a lot of preparations to make and not much time for it"

The figure at the head of the table rises and moves out of sight, followed by the rest of the officers.

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Well I know its short, but it's just a prologue, so take a look at the rest.

Didn't change a whole lot but its been corrected, and every bit matters after all.