FFX-3 Secrets of Spira [Chapter 1]

FFX-3 Secrets of Spira [Chapter 1]

It’s been two years since the union of Spira. New Yevon, the Machine Faction and the Youth League have all joined together, and a great temple was built to commemorate the event. Finally, the different races and people have forgotten their differences and made friends.
A year ago, the Temple of New Yevon was taken away and Bevelle Stadium was built. All the popular concerts were held here. It’s been four years since Sin was defeated, and the people of Spira are hungry for some entertainment. And I was happy to provide! Meet me: Songstress Syrika!

People were racing down the Highbridge, and a few of the guards were sent flying into the water either side.
“You can’t go through unless you show your tickets!” cried one of the guards, who was, shortly after, trampled by the crowd of people running past waving tickets in the air. Inside of the stadium, the seats were quickly being filled and the sound of cheering gradually increased in volume.
The main lights dimmed, and the spotlights shone on the centre of the stadium. All the seats were built up around it, and when put together with the roof, the stadium made a sphere.
A glowing platform rose from inside the centre, and on it was a single figure. Her hair was long and golden brown, and hanging out of it were colourful braids and beads.
Her costume consisted of a small, azure blue top, with white silky frill around the edges, which fell into a half-dress on her left side. She wore a small navy skirt, and high black boots ending just below her knees. She had silver-coloured silk bands from her wrists to her elbows, and all the way down her arm, she wore black lace.
She raised her head and faced the crowd, revealing dazzling blue eyes and a loving smile, and the music began to play.

Finally, the music had started, I closed my eyes and let it flow through me, and I stood, waiting for the moment that I began to sing.
It was an amazing feeling, singing and dancing for the excited, happy, cheering crowd. People were always running towards me screaming ‘Autograph! Autograph!’, after which they ran of giggling with glee. Well, the boys did anyway. What’s up with that? Boys giggling? Weird. But hey, at least they’re having fun!

Suddenly, panels in the roof opened and ropes were dropped through them. Guards bearing the ruby insignia on their uniforms slid down the ropes and onto the centre platform. The Ruby Guard. They were the law enforcement of Spira. Yevon knows why they were here.
The audience was screaming, jumping out of their seats and running to the exits. One of the guards pointed at Syrika and said:
“Songstress Syrika, you are under arrest for the theft of a sacred sphere from the Great Temple earlier today. You will come without a fight or you will lose the one you try to start.”
His voice was loud, monotonic, and emotionless.
“What makes you think that I committed this crime?” said Syrika, feeling shocked and quite annoyed that she was being wrongly accused.
“Witnesses have confirmed seeing you leave the temple with the sphere.”
“Impossible! I’ve been here all day preparing for my concert!”
“Then this looks like it’s your last!”
The guard charged forwards at Syrika, but she was ready. She dodged out of the way, and slammed her foot into the guard back as he passed. He fell onto the floor, slid forward, and cried out as his head hit the side of the platform.
Syrika pressed the button on her microphone, and the top was covered over with a sapphire encrusted tip. The bottom of the microphone extended, and it had now become her staff.
The other guards charged forward like idiots, and they were defeated one after another, all slamming into the side of the platform.
Syrika dusted herself off, grabbed one of the ropes, and climbed it up and out through a panel.
There was a Ruby Guard airship hovering next to the stadium. It was equipped with machina rapid-rifles, medium threat. Syrika swore under her breath as she climbed out of the hole and onto the roof.
She stood up, and the rifles began firing. She sprinted along the platform jutting out from the roof. There were several more platforms underneath this one, and she was hoping to get back on the ground.
She dropped off the edge of the top platform and landed on the one underneath. The airship was still shooting at her, so she ducked and rolled off the edge of the platform she was on.
She missed the next one by a centimetre and kept on falling, until she grabbed the edge of another platform further below. Syrika was hyper-ventilating, and her heart was beating so fast it hurt.
The airship circled around the roof to reach her, and Syrika realised hanging here made her an easy target. She took a deep breath and let go. The guns were firing at her madly, but not a single bullet hit her. She was falling to fast to lock on to. Then she grabbed the edge of the final platform, and back-flipped on to the Highbridge.
Guards came from nowhere and began shooting at her. The airship hadn’t given up either. She kept on running, down the stairs and into the streets, as other people jumped out of her way.
Another airship had joined the fray, but this one was friendly.
A voice crackled through the concealed speaker on her shirt.
“Syrika! You okay?”
Syrika smiled, and after stumbling over a box in the road, replied.
“I’m fine thanks, Keil!”
“Good. I’m gonna drop in low and release the ladder.”
“Great! Thanks!”
But she stopped, and stood as still as a statue. She didn’t move and didn’t want to. She was afraid.
There was a high threat Machina Rifle pointed at her, aiming right between her eyes. The person holding it was a Ruby Soldier. His voice was dark, deep, and gruff.
“Take one more step, and it’ll be the last thing you do.”
There was a deadly silence, as if the airship was no longer there.
Syrika raised her hands, a mix of fear and shock on her face. The soldier chuckled and stared at her smugly.
“Got you now, squirt!”
He lowered the weapon. His mistake. Syrika jumped up and somersaulted over the soldier’s head and landed behind him. Before he had realised what she had done, there was a loud thwack, as Syrika’s staff connected with the back of his head. He fell forwards and landed face down, flat on the floor.
Keil’s airship lowered, and a ladder dropped out. Syrika grabbed it and climbed into the airship, which took off with speed, leaving the baffled Ruby Guard to work out what had just happened.