Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Crimson Record ❯ Chapter 1

“Man, I can’t believe the Aurochs’ actually beat the Psyches,” a young man with blond hair complained to his friend, a young man around the same age, only a few years older, with white hair. They were sitting on a ship’s deck, the night air cool but not cold. Nearby a young woman the same age as the blond sat, fiddling with her sphere recorder.

“But the Goers’ still won,” the white haired guy pointed out. His friend sighed and shook his head. “I feel so disappointed in the guys,” the blond added.

“You know the Psyches?” His friend asked, curious. The blond nodded, continuing on. “We go back. I mean, all the kids back Home were friends.”

A moment of silence passed. A guy just a year older than the white haired guy, with long brown hair that was pulled back and a cane, joined the trio on the ship’s deck. He did not say a word, just gazed out at sea.

“So, the Al Bhed are close?” The white haired guy wondered, coming from a completely different culture.

His Al Bhed friend chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that. Everyone pretty much knows each other. There is no such thing as privacy either.”

His Yevonite friend, who had been so against having the Al Bhed along in the beginning, seemed to be sucking everything in now. He seemed to have gotten over the prejudice against the Al Bhed that most of Spira held due to the teachings of Yevon.

“Well, there is one place where we’d always go to get away,” the Al Bhed told his friend.

“We?” Their recorder asked, apparently having listened in on the two’s conversation.

“Oh, I meant me. I’d always go to this place called the Oasis to get away,” the blond said, a nervous tint just barely in his voice as he hoped his friends would buy the excuse. A few moments of quiet passed again before the white haired guy spoke up again.

“Why are you here?”

His friend, the blond, looked towards the faint lights of Luca. “I wanna get rid of Sin so that Spira’s safe for her.”

“Her?” The silver haired female pointed out.

“No one,” the Al Bhed quickly replied. A little too quickly in the girl’s opinion.

“No, I think that you’ve got some girl waiting on you back at your Home,” the recorder said. She, too, was a Yevonite, though she seemed to have had no troubles accepting the Al Bhed.

“So, you’re here to protect her from Sin? But, why not just stay at your Home and with her?” The white haired guy asked, jumping back into the conversation. “If you stayed, you would be with her.”

The Al Bhed hung his head down. “Nah. She left before I did. She was heading up north with her brother and a few others to find some old machina parts for the weapon they’re using in Operation Mi’ihen. And after she’s done with that, she said she was going to try and become a guardian to the new summoner, High Summoner Braska’s daughter. I think she said they’re cousins or something.”

“Oh,” the white haired Yevonite said in reply. Summoners never returned from their pilgrimages. Their guardians rarely returned, only four or five in the past 1000 years having done so.

Silence fell over the quartet again. The boat rocked gently and soon the talk between the two turned to the machina weapon that would be used in the upcoming operation.