This is my first fic in a while, and after the titanic failure of the last I have decided to retry.
Reviews and criticism welcome.
Prologue - Yuna in the Farplane
Think about Jyscal's sphere. Just think about the sphere, and you'll see him… High Summoner Yuna stood alone and shivering in the Farplane, the orange sky whirling past as the meadow seemed to drift around, attempting to call up the soul of Lord Jyscal, father to Seymour Guado. Sure enough, a horde of clear blue pyreflies gathered and materialised into a translucent figure of a man. Yuna nodded and cleared her mind once more. Jyscal vanished, and the pyreflies floated easily back on the clear, crisp air of the Farplane.
"It's good to see you again, Lady Yuna, but you don't seem pleased…"
"I'll only be pleased when you're gone to the Farplane!"
Yuna stared expectantly at the space before her, expecting Seymour Guado, former Maester of Yevon and the man who had tried to marry her, to appear just as his father had, but nothing came. Only one lone pyrefly drifted lazily across her vision; nothing more.
So she could no longer be pleased. The lack of image could mean only one thing, the thing Yuna had prayed and prayed would never happen - her sending had failed. The half-Guado she knew as Seymour Guado was still unsent somewhere in Spira.