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...
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They had spent the night in a cold cave, the rain falling without stop and their spirits focused on taking care of that young man that was left in their charge. For some reason, the strange young man, even though he was awoke, had spoken no word. He was only silently sitting, looking down, with empty eyes. On his forehead, a metallic circlet reflected by the light from the firewood. And no matter how hard Laguna tried to make him speak or pay attention to him, he had no response. In that way, the time passed and early in the morning, the black-haired man tried once again to get a response... he was not serious, though, joking around and molesting the stranger by poking him on the tummy many times, moving his head around, and making all types of silly expressions in front of him. Firion, on the other hand, who was sitting not too far, found that behavior rather childish and scolded Laguna once he got tired of seeing his act.
"Stop that!! What if he's in a shock after some traumatic event?!" Firion said to Laguna
"Chill! I'm not harming the guy! I'm just giving him the cootchie-cootchie treatment!"
"Just leave him alone! Maybe he'll come to his senses after some time" Firion said
"I wonder who this guy is anyways!" Laguna said, changing the flow of the conversation "very strange outfit for a guy!"
"What's so strange about it?" Firion asked him "maybe that's the way they dress up in his land"
"He could well use some pants, you know?!"
"Um... maybe but..."
"Also, what's with the feathers? And not to mention that..."
"I get it! I get it!" Firion said, stood up and walked towards Laguna, and then, he crouched next to him and in front of the strange man. Laguna couldn't help feeling quite nervous. Maybe he had bothered the weapon master with his jokes. But Firion didn't mention any of them, nor he cared much about the stranger's outfit and focused only on the metallic circlet on his head.
"What is that thing on his head?" he asked Laguna
"Maybe it's part of the outfit too?!" he said
"Um... I don't think so..." he said and with his right hand, tried to remove it but he could not. He, then, tried with both hands, but it was impossible. "This thing may be what's putting him in this state" he concluded "no one would ever put something this tight on his head"
"You think? Well, he seems very tight down there" Laguna said, pointing down
"Arrrgh!! Will you stop that?!!" Firion exclaimed, his face turning completely red
"Hahahaha! It's just a joke! It's just a joke! I'll give it a try!" he said, stood up and with both hands he pulled the circlet as strongly as he could, yet it didn't even budge.
Laguna kept trying but again was stopped by the weapon master. It was better to ask Jecht about it later than to mess it up with the stranger. He had just spoken those words when he heard the voice of Jecht coming right from behind him. He sounded angry, talking in a loud voice, asking them what exactly they were doing. Laguna rapidly explained him they were just trying to remove the circlet to which the blitzball ace did not respond and only walked until he was right in front of the strange young man. He did not say a thing and with just one hand held the circlet. Next, he pressed it with strength and it broke to pieces with no apparent effort. The young man, then, collapsed, falling flat on one side.
