*My first fan-fic, or at least my first one to be viewed by others. Disclaimer, Nothing that isn't mine, isn't mine. Not any of the characters, none of the game, non of really..anything. If It was I doubt the game would have been the way it is and would be demented to my fancy..I suppose though, that my characters I create are mine so that's a plus...XD. Rated M for voilence, language, content, and sexual themes.*
I was born in Bevelle, from what I remember the High Priest telling me. My parents were summoner and guardian, and my mother bore me in the Chamber of the Fayth quite expectantly and pre-maturely. The Fayth saved me, from what I am told, and favors me still to this day. Pheraphs it is because of the cries of a newborn she remembered her own life, and felt hope for me that I might live a better one than she and my parents had.
My parents departed to Bevelle with me in tow, to bring me to relatives. As they traveled something happened along the way. I was brought to the temple by the next party that had traveled through. I had been alone for days on the lake, and through some miracle, had not been injured, killed, and had not suffered from the cold. It seemed to them I was a child of the frost to resist such things. The High Priest took it as a sign from Yevon, and took me to train and nurture me as his own daughter and successor..
I learned and grew quickly, growing from infant to toddler to child to young woman. I was strong, relentless, tenacious. My tenacity often got the better of me. I would ran laps around the temple when possible and would patrol the area, often not coming back for several nights at a time. I grew to love the snow, the lake, the Hymn sung often and most of all the freedom I was given.
On my 17th birthday I was told to remain indoors, not to go out and a bout. Not to continue my duties, or my training. I was nervous, to say the least, and realized I was soon to be sworn into the church to serve Yevon. I dressed in a black kimono, a comfortably warm one with large open sleeves and grabbed my sword. I would not yield to Yevon, I wanted to be forever amongst the snow and the vast ice plains. I fled in the night after my fears were confirmed, I realized quickly that I would probably die without proper supplies and armor. I fought my way to the woods of Maccalania and fell down in a loud gasp of air. I was exhausted the trip had taken so much out of me.
I heard voices and hid myself as best I could from view. I was bleeding from a wound that had broken open again due to my poor healing skills and lack of potions. I took a breathe to quickly and managed to stifle a loud groan to a low whimper. Despite my efforts to remain silent, I was discovered.
He was a tall man, with dark brown eyes. His hair hung lazily around his shoulders, and he wore ever so strange clothing. A large and unusual tattoo covered his chest and he called out for his companions. I struggled away and found I was going to pass out if I didn't receive proper healing.
"Shes hurt quite badly," one of the mans friends came."Shes been bitten by some strange fiend." I felt my kimono being taken partially off and the cold air hardened my nipples, calloused and gentle hands felt the area around the wound and I was soon in a strangers arms. I felt safe, even though my vision was fading and I was in a strange group of men.
"You...you don't have to...to..carry me!" I began but the man smirked and I remember his rust colored eyes, his long hair tied behind him tightly and the few strands dangling in front of his pale face. He reminded me of snow...and I remember nothing else.
I awoke some time later in a nice room with my kimono the way it had been. My breasts jiggled as I rose up on my elbows to investigate and try to remember the said events leading to now. It was fuzzy, but there. I realized my large breasts were uncovered and quickly covered myself and not a second too soon! The door opened and the man who had carried me sat down on the edge of the bed while his friend with the tattoo leaned against a wall. A summoner, I know he is a summoner, came and looked at me concerned.
"Are you alright?" he began,
"I feel...light headed. My wounds...was it you who tended to them? I must thank you."
"Nay, I am glad we could help. I am Braska." The summoner stated simply. "Where were you going...?"
"You may call me Freya, and …..I do not know. I had hoped to go to Bevelle and search for some of my family, but I think them all long dead."I frowned and let out a low moan as I felt searing pain, almost ripping in my blood veins around where the wound was. "It burns!" I lamented.
"Here, consume ALL of this! It seems your wound was a poisonous one." He muttered words as I wolfed the herb down and I began to cry as it intensified. The man with rust eyes eyed me oddly, apparently this was not a normal reaction to a poisoned wound. The pain soon left me and I quickly ran from the room to vomit.
I was informed of the other two mens identities, Auron was the man with rust eyes and Jecht the strange tattooed man. I rested for a day, and felt Aurons eyes often upon my form. He starred at light purple eyes and sighed. Jecht was more direct and voiced his …..feelings, if they could be truly be called that. I warned him I would only warn once, that although still weak, I would take him down if he so much as laid a hand upon me.
I talked to Braska, and he told me his story, about his wife dying, his young daughter Yuna and about his quest, his pilgrimage to defeat Sin. I was mortified about the monstrosity he described and I wanted to aide him, since he had aided me so He agreed, although he refused me to be his guardian stating simply that he would not hold me to my word, that I was still young and needed to live.
I will live after we defeat Sin, until then, I am still in my mothers cold and icy womb, waiting to again run free and far amongst the crystallized world of Maccalania Lake..
We traveled lightly, made excellent progress, Braska had already obtained Bahamut and Shiva, and we were well on our way to a speedy journey when we arrived at the Thunder Plains. To say the least, I was quite displeased as well as in utter ...shock.
The plains were muddy, rank, fiend infested and constantly stormy. I was given a portion of Gil as my own from each fight we fought so that I might buy my own armor and different clothing seeing as a dress like kimono is hardly worth fighting appropriately in. I grew soaked soon and became obsessed with a more practical outfit than my modesty. I had managed to find a way to remove the extra fabric and had used to extra fabric to tie the rips and tears together. Put simply, it looked like rags soaked in rain and mud and rags. It served the purpose and I was a much more agile fighter due to the fact I wasn't dragging 90 pounds of excess around with me.
We would push forward slowly, all of us fighting at the others back with Braska healing and casting spells to aide us when he could. As soon as we would come to a lighting rest bench as I called them, we would rest and lick our wounds. I grew found of Auron, and often took the watches with him, although we rarely talked. I was content but after two days I began to become increasingly irritable. I wanted a good nights rest in a decent bed and a shower! Braska was sure there was a travel agency nearby and withen another two days we found it. I was overjoyed!
I refused them to pay for my room and board, and I paid for my own. I bought leather and chain mail pants and loose fiting corset like top. It wasn't tight to the point to wear I couldn't move, but it was quite nice because it would support me and was adorned with faint silvery stitching that made it fashionable and functional. I bought a pare of boots and fish net arm guards. My sword needed only sharpening, I saw no point in buying another.
I rushed to my room with my goodies and in rushed into a hot shower! Filth and grime oozed off of me and I soon smelt the delicious smell of clean flesh. I dried and stepped out of the bathroom to realize I had left the door open in my hast to shower. I tiptoed to close it when Auron walked by, armor off and chest bare. His muscles rippled as he moved and he notice me dripping wet and with some hesitation, politely barged in.
"You... I demand you tell me now."
"I...what?"I was in awe, I was nearly naked and he was asking me something I didn't quite get.
"I..I am not stupid, Freya." He came close to me was only inches from my lips."What is it you want from me? And why me?"
I went numb and understood what he meant. "I am sorry, I did not mean to ...did not mean to seem...but I am human..." I bit my lip and looked at him half in fear and half in wanting.
He leaned into me, his hands removed the towel and he starred at my heaving body, I wanted him now...He pressed his bare chest to mine and kissed me softly upon the lips. Surprised, I began to instinctively protest but he slipped his tongue into my mouth and began working around me as I tried to catch up to what was happening. He slipped a finger down to my clit and pressed softly and I reared up into his arms.
"Auron..." I managed as he slipped a finger into my soaking wet hole. I cried out softly and he regained his posture. He was panting, fully aroused and his manhood visible from inside his pants.
"I can not." He left me there, hanging, clinging to his kiss, to his touch. I did not understand. I was confused.
I rested and in the morning we set off again on the quest to vanquish Sin.
The clothes and armor I had bought were excellent, I was much more energetic and more calm in battle. Auron was fighting an iron giant, as was I. The rain drenched me to the bone as I dodged and evaded attacks while he dished out significant pain. The giants were made of steel, and was if possessed by a great warriors spirit. Auron killed it in one swift blow and the other became enraged and stormed me. I jumped aside to late and felt a large gash form on my leg, my thigh. I cried out, and in my severe pain felt it turn to power. I grabbed my sword, and Aurons as I ran by and flung myself into the beast screaming and flailing madly. I saw it fall before me and my anger turned again to pain and I fell down in the mud.
"Braska" I began faintly."I think it hit an ateory. It...I..." Braska cast Cure upon me and it stopped bleeding and formed a thick scar upon my leg.
"Auron, carry her for a while. I think her demonstration frightened even the other fiends so we are safe for a while, until they realize she is not a fiend herself."
Reluctantly, Auron picked me up as if I was a ragdoll in his arms. My head rested near his neck and I smelled the wonderful smell of leather, sweat, and rain. My body became rigid in wanting him, but I silenced the feeling. He could have, but had not.
The others fell ahead of Auron and I, and he began slowly.
"I have no doubt you would have let me, but it was not so much as pleasing you as resiting what I want. Desire is a sin."
"Desire is what makes one human, and sin is butt an error. And to err is human." I stated half aware of the world outside of his strong arms.
"And had I indulged?"
" Had you? But you did not." I kissed his neck, and he grew upset.
"Wha/' He began shocked by affection. He looked down upon me and smirked. He chuckled and set me down." You are strange."
"I may have been raised by Yevon, but I am not an advocate of everything they teach!"
Auron let me out of his arms and I stood easily. Braska was an amazing healer and I felt better than I had in a while.
"What exactly do you mean by that? I was a warrior monk, training to become so. I was taught of the seven virtues, honor and chastity and such. It is quite a hard life as I imagine yours must have been. Were your parents killed by Sin as well?"
"I do not know, pheraphs." I was pensive, I began to think of Braska and his final summoning. It seemed so idiotic for him to throw it all away, but he had such good reasons. If he might die so his daughter, all that was left of his beloved wife, might live and be happy, it was worth it. I felt if I had children I would be the same as him.
Auron took note of my unusual silence and spoke.
"You think of his intended sacrifice do you not?" I merely nodded. Lightning streaked across the sky, eliminating the two of us walking close together and soaked and caked in dark mud. I looked up into eyes and he saw quite obviously my pain. "I have grown to think of him as my brother, I plan to find a way to save him."
"I would help you. Children shouldn't have to grow up without parents."
*Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. Also, please forgive any misspellings, I have checked several times.*