Chapter One- My story
The fire has long died, but still we sit around it. Spirits from yuna's recent sending are swirling around us, steadily making their way to the farplane. It gives such a serene aura, despite that this place is full of death.
The lost land of Zanarkand. I can see the look on Tidus's face, he's still devastated; hurting inside. Yet he smiles at Yuna, his hand shaking on her shoulder.
Everything here is destroyed. A crumbled version of the once great machina city.
If i can make Tidus happy though, it will all be worth it. I can bring peace to Spira, even at the cost of my own life.
Sin is not here yet, but we all know that it will be. Seymour and Jecht are out for our bloods, and we are just sitting here; wrapped in our own depression. Waiting for him.
I stand, my white skirt flowing like water across the dust of land. I see their eyes upon me but i ignore them.
I do not need time to think, but a peace of mind would be nice. I slowly pace forward, trying to avoid gazing at Yuna and Tidus as i pass.
Then i am up the slope of mud, a great view of the land below me. But how great is a view of a land that is dead.
His sword and her staff are stuck in the ground, leaning across each other. My staff is there too, but it is lain out on the earth, desperate for its inevitable end. For what use does a staff have without a summoner to use it.
I am ready for what must be done.
Please.
Listen to my story.
It..may be our last chance.