[Open] Chapter One | Light Prayer

[Zed]

His eyes were closed. He could feel the wave lapping at his legs and the soft, sandy sensation on the ground that he was lying on. He had washed up at a beach somewhere, but he did not know where. It was then that his eyes opened revealing pale gray irises. They watched the blue skies, adjusting to the brightness of it all. It was a picture of serenity, if only to be broken a moment later. Once again he closed his eyes as the memories of what had occurred a few years back came back to him. Memories of her...

'She's gone... Everyone's gone...'

'Am I the last one standing, just like she said?'

He closed his eyes once more.

'Am I only...'

'A keepsake of a forgotten memory...'

The young man known as Zed sighed as a lone tear slid down his cheek. Even though the wounds were raw and the heartache still fresh, he knew he had to move on. It was what she would have wanted him to do. With his resolve in place, Zed stood up and dusted his clothing and checked for his armaments. His two blades were securely strapped to his back and that gave him a sense of relief. Those two swords were a part of him, he had them for most of his lifetime and he could not imagine parting with them.

Zed searched his surrounding area, taking note of the harbor and a path that lead must lead to somewhere. The young man looked up at the skies once again, noting the position of the celestial bodies up there and guessing that it was around noon. Judging from what he saw, he was stranded somewhere in Besaid Island as he recognized the place from the description given to him a few years back. Zed wondered how he had arrived there only to recall that his small boat was caught in a storm.

"What happens, happens..." he muttered as he wondered what he should do in that situation.