Standard Disclaimer: If I owned Auron, he would be mine and mine only. Sadly, I don't. Square-Enix does. However, I do own Feria and Lena, and if you steal them, a Shoopuf shall step on you. XD
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The Farplane. A place where the souls of the death shall find eternal peace. I am here, yet I shall never find peace. I had already accomplished the duties left by my fallen friends, Braska and Jecht. Yet, something was keeping me from resting in peace. All this memories, secluded in my heart like a dagger stuck in a wall, must be retold. I can no longer grasp them, somebody must know.
This is my story...
I remembered it was around summer. The sunrays were burning my naked back. I clenched my fist into the sand to stop the pain from my broken ribs and legs. My head was slightly bleeding. I tried to stand up, miserably falling into the blood-stained floor.
A moan, then a scream. A little girl went running towards her mom, which was at the top of a tree. The girl began telling the woman what she had just seen: A boy, no more than ten, spiky black hair and blazing hazel eyes was badly hurt, his body laying on the sand. The woman immediately ran towards the gruesome discovery, only to find that I was in pain.
Without further hassle, she lifted my body of the ground, while she was placing her palm on my forehead. I was burning to the touch and bleeding from head to toe.
The little girl began mocking me, saying, "You are gonna die!" The woman immediately told her to shut up. Still not done, the girl tugged my broken arm, I made a moaning sound, and my bones crackled. This time, the woman warned her that she will suffer a painful punishment if she didn't stop.
What seemed for ages finally stopped. We reached a small house that looked in the need of immediate repair. A cold breeze made me shiver. The woman opened the door to the hut.
"I can't do much about his broken bones but to wait. Lena, stop messing around and bring me the yellow flask at the top of the shelf. Also, bring a pail with icy water and a clean cloth."
"Feria, why do you bother, he'll die anyways!"
Feria, the woman that had picked me up, looked at Lena with an angry face. Then, as Lena, with a grin on her face, went to another room for the supplies, Feria placed me on a bed, being careful not to hurt my broken frame.
"Poor thing." I wonder what happened to you. Lena, hurry up with the medicine!"
At that moment, Lena came in with the medicine. First, Feria soaked the cloth into the icy water, and then she rubbed the cloth onto my back. It hurt badly, but all that I managed was to grin. Lena stared at me during his whole process, my eyes literally next to hers.
"He is cute. Can we adopt him? I think he needs a shower. Oh, what is this symbol on his back?!"
Lena pointed to what seemed to be a tattoo of an eye with two wings coming out of it. Feria gasped.
"Ye...Yevon!!!? What is the Yevon symbol doing on his back!?"
Feria stroke the flesh where the symbol laid. The symbol glowed, and burned her hand at the same time. She quickly removed her hand, while Lena giggled.
"Hahaha! That is so cool! Mom, can I get one?!"
Feria was too shocked to answer. Lena touched the symbol, but this time nothing happened...
"Bummer."
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Two hours after Feria & Lena had attended my wounds, Feria came with a bowl of soup and a loaf of stale bread. She grabbed my head with her palm and raised it up, so now I was sitting upright. She inserted a silver spoon into the steamy liquid, and then placed it in front of my lips. I had no choice but to eat, but I was graceful of the tidbits of meat the stew contained. Then, she took the loaf of bread, broken it in half, then dipped into the stew. I ate the bread happily. I was so hungry, I couldn't stop until the 5th plate and the 2nd loaf of bread.
"So, what's your name, little hungry one?" Lena giggled while talking.
Before I said, anything, I finished chewing on the bread and stew. I cleaned my lip of stew residues with my index finger.
"Name? I...I don't have a name..." I embarrassedly concluded.
"Ahh, what a pity. Such a quiet little boy without a name. I know! Lena, let's give him a name!"
A name? I hoped they didn't name me anything stupid. Feria stroked my face once more, and stared at my tattoo. A tear slid through her cheek.
"Auron." she whispered.
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Auron. It meant "Enlightment." Feria decided this because it was what I needed the most. A light to guide me. Every night, she would come and tell me stories about wonderful places. Princesses, witches, dragons and...Sin.
I was completely ignorant towards this "Sin." Feria tried her best to explain to me everything about the Pilgrimage, the summoners and the guardians.
"So, what is the job of a guardian again?" I made the mistake to ask.
"To protect the summoner even to the cost of one's life. It is not an easy job, Auron. I would never like to see you dying for such a cause..."
"But you said it was honorable, did you not? Imagine: Auron, vanquisher of Sin, forever remembered!"
I didn't see it coming. She slapped me right on the cheek. I landed on the floor, my back cracking. I cried in pain. She ran towards me, picking me up, tears on her face.
"Auron! I am so sorry. Please, forgive me...But promise you won't even become a summoner or guardian...My husband, you see...He was a guardian...He...he..."
"He died." Lena added. She was sitting on the floor, unnoticed by any of us. "Before he even had a chance to strike, the summoner he guarded died. His grief was too great for him to hold, so he committed suicide."
I felt so bad. I felt ashamed of asking that stupid question. I rubbed my cheek, still red from the slap. Feria kept hugging me, although my back was broken. She lifted me up, and placed me on the bed.
"Sleep, Auron. Tomorrow will be a big day..."
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The Farplane. A place where the souls of the death shall find eternal peace. I am here, yet I shall never find peace. I had already accomplished the duties left by my fallen friends, Braska and Jecht. Yet, something was keeping me from resting in peace. All this memories, secluded in my heart like a dagger stuck in a wall, must be retold. I can no longer grasp them, somebody must know.
This is my story...
I remembered it was around summer. The sunrays were burning my naked back. I clenched my fist into the sand to stop the pain from my broken ribs and legs. My head was slightly bleeding. I tried to stand up, miserably falling into the blood-stained floor.
A moan, then a scream. A little girl went running towards her mom, which was at the top of a tree. The girl began telling the woman what she had just seen: A boy, no more than ten, spiky black hair and blazing hazel eyes was badly hurt, his body laying on the sand. The woman immediately ran towards the gruesome discovery, only to find that I was in pain.
Without further hassle, she lifted my body of the ground, while she was placing her palm on my forehead. I was burning to the touch and bleeding from head to toe.
The little girl began mocking me, saying, "You are gonna die!" The woman immediately told her to shut up. Still not done, the girl tugged my broken arm, I made a moaning sound, and my bones crackled. This time, the woman warned her that she will suffer a painful punishment if she didn't stop.
What seemed for ages finally stopped. We reached a small house that looked in the need of immediate repair. A cold breeze made me shiver. The woman opened the door to the hut.
"I can't do much about his broken bones but to wait. Lena, stop messing around and bring me the yellow flask at the top of the shelf. Also, bring a pail with icy water and a clean cloth."
"Feria, why do you bother, he'll die anyways!"
Feria, the woman that had picked me up, looked at Lena with an angry face. Then, as Lena, with a grin on her face, went to another room for the supplies, Feria placed me on a bed, being careful not to hurt my broken frame.
"Poor thing." I wonder what happened to you. Lena, hurry up with the medicine!"
At that moment, Lena came in with the medicine. First, Feria soaked the cloth into the icy water, and then she rubbed the cloth onto my back. It hurt badly, but all that I managed was to grin. Lena stared at me during his whole process, my eyes literally next to hers.
"He is cute. Can we adopt him? I think he needs a shower. Oh, what is this symbol on his back?!"
Lena pointed to what seemed to be a tattoo of an eye with two wings coming out of it. Feria gasped.
"Ye...Yevon!!!? What is the Yevon symbol doing on his back!?"
Feria stroke the flesh where the symbol laid. The symbol glowed, and burned her hand at the same time. She quickly removed her hand, while Lena giggled.
"Hahaha! That is so cool! Mom, can I get one?!"
Feria was too shocked to answer. Lena touched the symbol, but this time nothing happened...
"Bummer."
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Two hours after Feria & Lena had attended my wounds, Feria came with a bowl of soup and a loaf of stale bread. She grabbed my head with her palm and raised it up, so now I was sitting upright. She inserted a silver spoon into the steamy liquid, and then placed it in front of my lips. I had no choice but to eat, but I was graceful of the tidbits of meat the stew contained. Then, she took the loaf of bread, broken it in half, then dipped into the stew. I ate the bread happily. I was so hungry, I couldn't stop until the 5th plate and the 2nd loaf of bread.
"So, what's your name, little hungry one?" Lena giggled while talking.
Before I said, anything, I finished chewing on the bread and stew. I cleaned my lip of stew residues with my index finger.
"Name? I...I don't have a name..." I embarrassedly concluded.
"Ahh, what a pity. Such a quiet little boy without a name. I know! Lena, let's give him a name!"
A name? I hoped they didn't name me anything stupid. Feria stroked my face once more, and stared at my tattoo. A tear slid through her cheek.
"Auron." she whispered.
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Auron. It meant "Enlightment." Feria decided this because it was what I needed the most. A light to guide me. Every night, she would come and tell me stories about wonderful places. Princesses, witches, dragons and...Sin.
I was completely ignorant towards this "Sin." Feria tried her best to explain to me everything about the Pilgrimage, the summoners and the guardians.
"So, what is the job of a guardian again?" I made the mistake to ask.
"To protect the summoner even to the cost of one's life. It is not an easy job, Auron. I would never like to see you dying for such a cause..."
"But you said it was honorable, did you not? Imagine: Auron, vanquisher of Sin, forever remembered!"
I didn't see it coming. She slapped me right on the cheek. I landed on the floor, my back cracking. I cried in pain. She ran towards me, picking me up, tears on her face.
"Auron! I am so sorry. Please, forgive me...But promise you won't even become a summoner or guardian...My husband, you see...He was a guardian...He...he..."
"He died." Lena added. She was sitting on the floor, unnoticed by any of us. "Before he even had a chance to strike, the summoner he guarded died. His grief was too great for him to hold, so he committed suicide."
I felt so bad. I felt ashamed of asking that stupid question. I rubbed my cheek, still red from the slap. Feria kept hugging me, although my back was broken. She lifted me up, and placed me on the bed.
"Sleep, Auron. Tomorrow will be a big day..."
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