Prisoners of Fine Print
Title: Prisoners of Fine Print
Chapter Number: 1
Word Count: ???
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Summary: The Kilika Temple is not as empty as some would like to believe...
It has been ten years since the fall of Yu Yevon and his unholy armor that was Spira's bane. It is now starting to sink in for the populace. This is their reality, Sin has been vanquished for good. With the Fayths' final rest, summoners and aeons are now a thing of the past and Spira must move on. People are happier and the cities thrive on business, trade, and Blitzball. Spira is left a paradise in Sin's absence.
All the summoners that had been left powerless after the end of the Fayth have taken up ordinary lives that had been denied them ever since "the choice". One summoner in particular, a boy by the name of Kale who had only seen sixteen years, had just completed his summoneer training and called his first aeon only a day before Sinfall. And now he lives in the abandoned Kilika temple, contemplating his call in life. Had not his father oft called him destined to slay the beast? Those marked by destiny rarely found happiness elsewhere.
As Kale thought this, he was also monitoring and controlling the fires in the old cloister of trials to match that of his breathing. Magic, at least, had not deserted him. He found the rhythmic thrum of power that controlled the elements to be a great focus in life. If all else should fail, he could easily become a Rangermage that patrolled the paths between cities, vanquishing fiends to keep the travelers safe, but this did not appeal to him. Why should he, who blessed with magic, have to cripple his life for those who have none? Besides, people would bother Rangermages in hopes that one might magically preserve vegetables or track down a lost chocobo. Rangermages led a harassed and monotonous life. It was not for those who dreamed of adventure and the slaying of the ultimate terror.
Kale was a determined, fiery tempered young man. Most claimed that this was why Ifrit had accepted his call so readily. Aeons linked most easily to those who shared their mindset. And with red-orange hair that hung past his shoulders, a stout, muscular build, and eyes that burned with fiery red ireses; he didn't look that far off from Ifrit either.
He had developed an immediate friendship with the hellish creature's fayth that had only lasted a day thanks to High Summoner Yuna's misguided sacrilege that had doomed all the fayth to extinction. When she had faced Sin, she had actually fought her aeons and permanently pierced the fayth to which they were bound. Not only was Kale left without a purpose in life, but he was left without a good friend too. Because of this, he resented the Lady Summoner and all that she and her many Guardians had stood for.
But Kale did not despair, for not all was lost forever. There was a way to undo all that was lost and give all the summoners a purpose yet again. And to give himself a purpose again. But, to defeat something that does not exist, one must first bring it into creation...
Chapter Number: 1
Word Count: ???
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Summary: The Kilika Temple is not as empty as some would like to believe...
It has been ten years since the fall of Yu Yevon and his unholy armor that was Spira's bane. It is now starting to sink in for the populace. This is their reality, Sin has been vanquished for good. With the Fayths' final rest, summoners and aeons are now a thing of the past and Spira must move on. People are happier and the cities thrive on business, trade, and Blitzball. Spira is left a paradise in Sin's absence.
All the summoners that had been left powerless after the end of the Fayth have taken up ordinary lives that had been denied them ever since "the choice". One summoner in particular, a boy by the name of Kale who had only seen sixteen years, had just completed his summoneer training and called his first aeon only a day before Sinfall. And now he lives in the abandoned Kilika temple, contemplating his call in life. Had not his father oft called him destined to slay the beast? Those marked by destiny rarely found happiness elsewhere.
As Kale thought this, he was also monitoring and controlling the fires in the old cloister of trials to match that of his breathing. Magic, at least, had not deserted him. He found the rhythmic thrum of power that controlled the elements to be a great focus in life. If all else should fail, he could easily become a Rangermage that patrolled the paths between cities, vanquishing fiends to keep the travelers safe, but this did not appeal to him. Why should he, who blessed with magic, have to cripple his life for those who have none? Besides, people would bother Rangermages in hopes that one might magically preserve vegetables or track down a lost chocobo. Rangermages led a harassed and monotonous life. It was not for those who dreamed of adventure and the slaying of the ultimate terror.
Kale was a determined, fiery tempered young man. Most claimed that this was why Ifrit had accepted his call so readily. Aeons linked most easily to those who shared their mindset. And with red-orange hair that hung past his shoulders, a stout, muscular build, and eyes that burned with fiery red ireses; he didn't look that far off from Ifrit either.
He had developed an immediate friendship with the hellish creature's fayth that had only lasted a day thanks to High Summoner Yuna's misguided sacrilege that had doomed all the fayth to extinction. When she had faced Sin, she had actually fought her aeons and permanently pierced the fayth to which they were bound. Not only was Kale left without a purpose in life, but he was left without a good friend too. Because of this, he resented the Lady Summoner and all that she and her many Guardians had stood for.
But Kale did not despair, for not all was lost forever. There was a way to undo all that was lost and give all the summoners a purpose yet again. And to give himself a purpose again. But, to defeat something that does not exist, one must first bring it into creation...