This is kind of a 'what-if' story set just as Tidus and the party fall
through the ice under Macalania Lake and find themselves in the Sanubia
desert. This has to do with Yuna's perspective, so don't expect alturnate
p.o.v.'s yet!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Final Fantasy, believe me, I would be on a beach sipping daquiries with my Cabana boys, Colin Farrell, and Jude Law.
A Cold, Dark Place
The frigid depth of the waters froze the young summoner's skin, paralyzing her nerves as she struggled to the surface. Breaking through the waves, the young woman avidly searched around her for her guardians, the edges of consciousness pulling at her senses. She shook her head, as if to clear the white mist collecting around her. Jagged ice cut through her flimsy robes, and she grimaced at the trickle of blood, ignoring it as she pushed through the waves.
A cloudy rush of fog rushed toward her, the fanthomless depths of the mist billowed thickly in her eyes. A large figure flickered over the horizon, then disappeared. "Tidus! Auron!" Yuna called, wiping her straining eyes. The crash of waves echoed her cry. Yuna swallowed harshly, trying to repress the wave of emotion that racked through her.
The world jolted suddenly, the water reverberating with a metallic throb that pulsed abruptly through Yuna's body. Clouds of gas filtered through the air, reminding Yuna suddenly of her cousin, Rikku. Perhaps her uncle, Sid, would know of their predicament, and have brought the airship, she thought wildly. Yuna shuddered, clearing her thoughts as she looked for the source of the noise.
A grating screech filled the air, a small metal platform unfolding close to the young woman, a blurred signalia inscribed on the bottom. Desperately, the young woman swam to the metallic platform, the connected joints screeching quietly at her slight weight. The platform ascended quickly, a glaring beam of light from the ship piercing the summoner's wincing eyes. Climbing on, a racking cough caught the young woman, her dark hair plastered to feverish cheeks, the elaborate ornamental robes streaked with blood.
"Lady Yuna?" A gruff voice called hesitantly.
"Sid?" She asked hopefully, still wincing.
"Our apology, Lady Yuna. I am Kyota, leader of the Guado sect of warrior monks. We have been called to rescue you and take you to our superior."
Yuna's face paled.
Sensing confirmation, Kyota continued, "Maester Seymour."
"That cannot be . . . " she whispered.
The Guado's mouth twitched. "If you remember, my lady, he was killed, but unsent. Maester Seymour's drive to live influenced his spirit, so though he is inwardly dead, for all intensive purposes he is living."
Yuna breathed audibly. She was not unused to the prospect, as a summoner she had been told it could be possible to live through death, but only through the strongest force of will. She looked up to the Guado, a measuring stare welcoming her aboard the Macalania airship.
The next chapter will be out sooner if you review! Come on!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Final Fantasy, believe me, I would be on a beach sipping daquiries with my Cabana boys, Colin Farrell, and Jude Law.
A Cold, Dark Place
The frigid depth of the waters froze the young summoner's skin, paralyzing her nerves as she struggled to the surface. Breaking through the waves, the young woman avidly searched around her for her guardians, the edges of consciousness pulling at her senses. She shook her head, as if to clear the white mist collecting around her. Jagged ice cut through her flimsy robes, and she grimaced at the trickle of blood, ignoring it as she pushed through the waves.
A cloudy rush of fog rushed toward her, the fanthomless depths of the mist billowed thickly in her eyes. A large figure flickered over the horizon, then disappeared. "Tidus! Auron!" Yuna called, wiping her straining eyes. The crash of waves echoed her cry. Yuna swallowed harshly, trying to repress the wave of emotion that racked through her.
The world jolted suddenly, the water reverberating with a metallic throb that pulsed abruptly through Yuna's body. Clouds of gas filtered through the air, reminding Yuna suddenly of her cousin, Rikku. Perhaps her uncle, Sid, would know of their predicament, and have brought the airship, she thought wildly. Yuna shuddered, clearing her thoughts as she looked for the source of the noise.
A grating screech filled the air, a small metal platform unfolding close to the young woman, a blurred signalia inscribed on the bottom. Desperately, the young woman swam to the metallic platform, the connected joints screeching quietly at her slight weight. The platform ascended quickly, a glaring beam of light from the ship piercing the summoner's wincing eyes. Climbing on, a racking cough caught the young woman, her dark hair plastered to feverish cheeks, the elaborate ornamental robes streaked with blood.
"Lady Yuna?" A gruff voice called hesitantly.
"Sid?" She asked hopefully, still wincing.
"Our apology, Lady Yuna. I am Kyota, leader of the Guado sect of warrior monks. We have been called to rescue you and take you to our superior."
Yuna's face paled.
Sensing confirmation, Kyota continued, "Maester Seymour."
"That cannot be . . . " she whispered.
The Guado's mouth twitched. "If you remember, my lady, he was killed, but unsent. Maester Seymour's drive to live influenced his spirit, so though he is inwardly dead, for all intensive purposes he is living."
Yuna breathed audibly. She was not unused to the prospect, as a summoner she had been told it could be possible to live through death, but only through the strongest force of will. She looked up to the Guado, a measuring stare welcoming her aboard the Macalania airship.
The next chapter will be out sooner if you review! Come on!