My own take on the Dissidia Final Fantasy duodecim's story. By the way, the illustrations in the story were done by me. This story contains SPOILERS from the original FF games.
At the beginning, there were the four crystals: Earth, Water, Fire and W...
Everything had happened so fast; the words were spilled in the dream leaving ripples of doubts. Yet, there they were, in a strange town full of foreign people who looked at them with skeptical eyes.
Or could it be they were the actual strangers?
She breathed deeply...
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"Hey! Yuna!" the one accompanying her told her "Don't mind these people, let's keep going! Someone may be able to tell us where we are!"
Yuna agreed and walked along with him. She couldn't help being quite a bit concerned about their sudden awakening on that foreign land; however, the fact that Tidus, her guardian, was with her, eased her worries a little.
"So! Let's explore!" Tidus insisted "No help in worrying too much! After all, this could be just a dream!"
She considered Tidus's proposition could be actually true. The last she could remember of her time in Spira was of them both going to sleep. After that, she recalled having a very mysterious dream where a man cladded in shining armor was speaking to her; telling her to aid him on some type of mission, and right after, she woke up in that foreign city only in company of her dear friend, fortunately, she thought.
They kept walking. Just some minutes ago, they had left the inn behind and a couple of items' shops in order to search for directions or someone who could help them find a way back to Spira; however, so far, they had only encountered dodging sights, and people speaking on a strange dialect which was nowhere close to Al Bhed's vocabulary so that option was discarded. The city was huge, mechanized, divided by a long river. It expanded, however, not to the sides of it but upwards, towards the very sky, in a circular fashion, rounding the castle in the right center. Everything, from the elevators to the doors, were operated by machina. The summoner was rather interested on those things; she had always thought they had already disappeared from Earth about a couple of thousands of years. Tidus, however, could tell her that the technology on that land was nowhere close to that of his Zanarkand and was, more preferably said, rustic and old-fashioned.
Both of them walked until the sunset came down and even though they had spent many hours going around the place, they had not yet traversed it all. Nevertheless, they were too tired to keep going and decided to sit down near a fountain, and relax for a moment. The sky was crowded with dark clouds, as if soon the rain would fall down. People had already headed back to their homes, in that silent walk that was so theirs. Tidus yawned and stretched; even though they were lost, he didn't lose his charisma and tried to cheer Yuna up. Even though he was very worried himself and could not stop his mind from asking many questions regarding their current situation. He was already stranded from his Zanarkand to Spira, and now he was also taken out from Spira?! What kind of madness could be going on?!
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The summoner smiled yet inside her heart she was still anxious; she hoped she could relax but she was not the one to leave things to happen by chance; she preferred to have everything under control. She was trapped inside her mind: her thoughts traveling to her hometown; to her comrades; she wondered where they could be; she hoped they would be safe...maybe they had been called upon that world as well. She was so focused on her worries, she did not notice when Tidus stood up and went walking right to an edge. He had crouched there.
