Disclaimers: I dun own the characters in this story except the ones I
created, Squaresoft does. This is the only time I' m gonna say it.

A/N: Normally, I'm not the kind to write stories with AU characters in it. At first I wanted to write about how would be yuna's last dance if she had summoned the final aeon but I turned to be unlike her and it didn't look
like any other FFX character so I simply decided to make a AU-story.

-¤...The Last Dance Of A Summoner...¤-
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- Her crimson hair twirled endlessly above her head and her dress flew through the air. The everlasting dance continued as the sun slowly raised above the sea. The golden staff she held spun in perfect circles as the first ray of light hit it's end. She danced for the fallens, she danced for the livings but yet she danced for the rest of her own soul.- It is what they remembered as I stood and performed my last dance.

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I never really knew why I did that. I guess it was beyond my own comprehension and yet, I walked through the hidden paths of the eight trails. After each of them I knew I grew more powerful in order to carry out the will of the people and yet at each aeons I acquired, I grew closer to my own death. I would have liked to believe that the people will forever remember my sacrifice, will never forget me. I would have loved to see a statue of me inside a temple, but there won't be any. I will always be ignored by the people. In past and present it always been like that, it won't change for the future..

I stood in front of the Magnus Sisters shrine, staring down at my own reflection and hating the swirled emerald eyes I saw. I was an Al bhed and yet I had faith I was a Guado, yet I already lost hopes of better days. I had faith in my aeons but I knew that Sin would always come back , rising from it's ashes.

So there I still stood staring back at me. I had the eyes of the al bheds and the hair of the guados and so many hated me for this. I tucked a strand of my red hair behind my ear before spinning around on my heels and exiting the small room. My pilgrimage ended here in this forgotten corner of the calm lands. I rested my staff onto my shoulder and smiled at my guardian. I know you will probably never believe me but he was a fayth. I was created from the most opposite races of all Spira,, who would accept to give their life for such a crossing? No one. No one except him, my hidden aeon. A thousand years ago, his temple sank along with the great city of Zanarkand, he satyed confined it in for an eternity, waiting to be freed by someone, anyone and I found him.

We travelled back to the devastated city and there I performed my last dance. Not to call my final aeon, since I already found it a long time ago. Instead, I danced for the world, for a new and better one. Also I danced for me and my guardian, for rest of our own souls. The sun rose and went down twice as I danced and then Sin finally came. We fought until we felt all strength gone and we fell dragging each other down. With my death, I defeated Sin.

An other ten years calm would spread over Spira and yet I knew the crowds will stay silent. Since no one will ever tell my story, I will do it myself...

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So what do you think? Worth a shot or not?