Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Final Chaos ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Song: A Fleeting Dream (FF X)

 

 

The eyes of a warrior start to open slowly. He raises his body up slowly bringing his hand to his head. He feels instant pain over his eye as he touches a scar that is beginning to develop. His mind becomes fuzzy, all he can remember was fighting a sinister force that outmatched him in every aspect of fighting. He looks around and notices countless bodies on the ground, all spewing blood beneath them. The city he now resided in was completely destroyed, nothing spared. Zanarkand, the one place many called home was gone, all of the inhabitants were dead. The lone figured stood up, his appearance was among one of the best in the city. The warrior was tall, muscular but thin, had creamy white skin, brown eyes, brown hair that hung to his shoulders, and wore a nice fit white shirt, a black jacket, a pair of boots, and black jeans that were secured by numerous belts around the waist. He wore a good luck charm around his neck that he was given as a boy, he was never able to remember who gave him that charm. However, wearing it gave him a sense of pride and security as he lived day by day in a huge town where commerce and big businesses were in high demand. His name was Squall, the lone warrior who survived the destruction of Zanarkand and the only known wielder of a specific sword known as the Lionheart.

 

Silence fell upon Zanarkand. Who was the one that attacked the city, how could something so important be forgotten? Squall felt the scar that formed across his eye again as rage started to develop within him, he screamed as he ran towards the center of the city hoping to find anything that will help regain his memory. As he traveled deeper into the dark city, Squall kept seeing visions of fragmented pieces of his childhood. He could never remember anything before the age of ten. He never knew his parents, whether he had any siblings or how he even came to Zanarkand, nothing made any sense to him. The earliest memory he had was waking up in a hospital and seeing a beautiful nurse helping him with his recovery as he grew older. She told him he was lucky to be alive, an old couple found him laying on the outskirts of Zanarkand and brought him to the hospital as soon as possible. The only possessions Squall had with him at the incident were his torn up clothes, his pendant and the Lionheart. Squall's body was beaten badly and he suffered a concussion to the head. The nurse had to teach Squall the basics all over again. After full recovery, the old couple adopted Squall and there he was given his name that he has been referred to ever since. A few years later, his “parents” died due to age and he was given full ownership of the house and their savings. Squall started working as a trainer at a local gym and there he gained respect and the strength needed to combat anything that might disrupt the peace. However, it wasn't enough as he was not able to keep the enemy from destroying the entire city. Squall felt weak, as though he had no meaning in life. He looked around tears starting to form in his eyes, everyone he loved was gone.

 

Squall dropped to his knees, tears running down his face. He picked his head back up and turned around as he heard a piece of a wall fall to the ground. The site of a women was present, obviously hurt by the collapse of the building.