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...
Whether there is light, there will always be darkness; both are intertwined and cannot be separated. They coexist as a natural order and as they exist, there is also harmony and chaos. As there were warriors of light called upon the world to bring the harmony and light into the universe; there were also the warriors of chaos brought to bring disorder and darkness in the entire galaxy.
"Humans call heroes those of astonishing rightfulness that disregarding the situation, may it be favorable for them or not, sacrifice their integrity for a bigger goal, usually beneficial to a majority of the population of a city, a country or even the world. Heroes come in all ways and shapes; some seek to ameliorate the world to secure a brighter future; others act, others only think. But that doesn't matter as long as they respect the current laws dictated by some other "rightful" people but who somehow don't happen to be heroes. Isn't it contradictory? And even more when we discover we are surrounded by that propaganda that all human being must be a hero. But who says we must be heroes? Who are these rightful people we must believe and follow? And eventually serve as their purpose in life may be nothing else but the happiness of men and women and safety for future generations? Why all of us, heroes-in-the-making must follow people who are not? Who don't even aspire to? Or who we can even consider...antagonistic? O! I forgot...it is because they have something we don't have: power. Power that comes from wealth; power that thrives on the royal blood that runs on their veins; power inscribed on their voices...on their noisy voices.
In the middle of the contradiction I stand, as a rebel on this messed up system that makes us work like slaves...machines... to the extent of gaining the honor of being called a hero and given a commemorative garland by these leaders of the world, yes, by the very puppeteers of this world we were destined to live in. I stand in the middle of this contradiction as I am a hero myself, I've gained that recognition throughout many years of saving lives in the act of taking others in favor of the will of a rightful king. I stand in the middle as I've reconsider myself the fact, that leaders should not only be chosen by blood or wealth but instead by their loyalty to their people and their multiple sacrifices... And so, if we were to choose new kings and new leaders, wouldn't it be more rightful for heroes to occupy those charges? So, I stood in the middle, so I realized this world is upside down, as we heroes die in the service of pigs who have bought rightfulness at the prize of power. Therefore, I stood in the middle and from there I raised my voice demanding my position...wasn't I more rightful to become king than any of the current monarchs on these lands?
But then what happened? I was called a traitor; I was considered to be insane! Maniacal! Even demonic! And the so upright king even sent a stranger to murder me! A hero killing a hero! Isn't it idiotic?! In the end, we heroes end up fighting against each other on the grounds of the wealthy, as if we were nothing but their mere puppets. But that, my colleagues, will not go any further...as I, Garland, will knock them all down!! Those dictatorial bastards who decided to make me the antagonist of this story!"
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