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...
"Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed?
Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die?
...Knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?"
The golden haired young girl had woken up in a port city, a city built around a great castle which held on its heart, a marble temple dedicated to the adoration of magic and water. She was hiding in the passages, silently, trying not to be seen by anyone. The place was, indeed, lively, with many people running around, baskets on their hands, smiles on their faces, yet lost eyes. But those people did not make her feel uneasy; it was the presence of many armor-wearing soldiers that frightened her. It was unusual to see that many patrolling a city...unless there was a threat which she suspected of. The town was not that highly advanced regarding technology, however, they possessed a couple of airships and submarines for whatever affair they needed them to. The sight of the airships was rather impressive: they were perfect military machines built not for mere voyaging but mainly for leading battles; it was obvious to inquire after seeing the great cannons protruding from both their sides.
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As she was going around, she overheard some phrases from a messenger from the king: "Rest assured, people of Argus! The door to our victory has been opened! Soon! The immeasurable power, the Void, will be in our hands! Lufenia will surrender! Ronka will fall!"
The message was followed by an ovation.
"It's so scary..." she thought "how did I get to this place? Why is everyone so excited about fighting here? And to say I tried so hard to run away from battle..."
She did not remember anything aside from going to sleep in that secluded town she had made her home and then, without previous notice, waking up in that strange place.
"Warrior of light..."she recalled "there was a man calling me that in my dream...but what does that mean?
She kept walking until she found a tunnel where she decided to hide and rest for a moment. The sun was already setting and she had not yet found any place to stay, mainly because she was too afraid to present herself to the townspeople. Staying in that tunnel for the night was not an option; if she were to be found, she could be questioned about her identity, she thought. As long as she would not be forced to fight, she would be fine, she considered, there was nothing she detested more than having to be involved in meaningless fighting: not because she was afraid of being killed but of what her magic powers could be capable of.
She closed her eyes for a moment in hope of seeing the wooden roof of her house again, of hearing the voices of the children laughing and playing... she hoped yet what she heard were the empty steps of an unknown person coming from inside the tunnel. She feared it would be a soldier so, she rose rapidly and headed to the exit, however, as she proceeded, she felt a hand reaching her arm and pulling her back inside. She tried to remove it but the hand was holding her strongly. She refused to turn around and see who that was; she didn't want her face to be seen.
