Pyreflies floated in a swirl around the city, illuminating the ruins with a glow of a thousand different colours. Once a vibrant, sleepless city was now a ruin, surrounded in a beautiful yet morbid glow.
The company sat around the campfire, but there was no chatting, no stories, not even rumbling laughter from Wakka. Tidus had never seen the group so silent. Not that he could blame them.
Unable to stand the tension, Tidus got to his feet. Yuna glanced at him, the silent question lingering for a moment before he gently squeezed her shoulder.
Listen to my story.
He climbed the small hill that separated the group from the complete view of the ruins before him. It was almost the end of their journey. This was to be their last stop. Tidus breathed the warm air, and his heart felt heavy as he gazed at the ruin before him, silent and beautiful, morbid and holy.
This may be our last chance.
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Final Fantasy X
Fantasy***I do not own the rights to this story. Please see the "DISCLAIMER" chapter for more details.*** Tidus, an athlete star of the fictional sport known as blitzball, finds himself in the world of Spira after his home city of Zanarkand is destroyed by...
