I hope this plot idea hasn't been overdone... and I started writing this
long before I found out about the 15 minute long FMV that Square did as a
sequel thing to FFX... I don't really know much about that, I just read a
translation of it yesterday. Anyway, I hope this puts a smile on someone's
face somewhere!
A new dream, a new ocean
Blue eyes opened slowly, as if from a long dream.
He floated in the spring for a moment, enjoying the feel of being weightless, free. The light from above played along the ripples creating a spectacular light show all around him. One particularly bright light caught his eye and he swam lazily up towards it. The light was coming from a glowing tree, this one being particularly bright. The sight of it tickled at the distant reaches of his memory. Everything seemed so long ago, so far away. Not this though.
A shimmering butterfly landed on the shore near him, its wings fluttering slightly on the gentle breeze that whispered though the forest. He swam toward it slowly, barely disturbing the water. He watched it for a moment, close enough to see the intricate patterns on its wings for a brief moment before it took flight again. It drifted towards the large tree that encircled the spring with its softly glittering roots. Seeming to take joy just in the act of flying, it would nearly land on one of the sparkling crystals, than dart up again as if unsure if it was ready to land, to end the flight.
At the sight, memories of her swept over his mind, clearing away all else. This spring, where they shared their first kiss, tumbling though the water. Of his journey with her on the pilgrimage, of all the joys and sorrows they shared on that quest. And most of all, what she said to him before he joined his father in that dying dream.
"The dream is over. This is no ending, but a new chapter in my story. Yuna! I'm coming back!"
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The city of Luca was a wonder in itself. Its many ports saw hundreds of people every day, leaving or returning. The Luca theater was quite popular as well, providing music and entertainment for anyone who had gil to spare. However, the massive Blitzball arena was what drew the biggest crowds, and none larger than on the day of Yuna's speach. She gave hope to the people of Spira. Hope of rebirth and rebuilding. Hope for a brighter future now that Sin was gone. Sitting on the steps outside of the arena though, watching all the happy and hope filled people walk by, she felt appart from the rest. Her ornate staff rested on her bent knees, its decorative ribbons and strings of beads danced on the breeze. She clutched it tightly, hands trembling. The speech had gone so well, until the end. No one but her closest friends noticed the small shiver she gave, or the signs of unshed tears when she began to talk about Spira's losses. Of course, everyone had lost something dear to them during the time before the Eternal Calm. It was selfish of her to think of hers as more terrible than the rest. She gripped the staff even tighter, trying to hold back the tears she knew could overtake her at any moment. "Crying won't change anything. It won't help put this world back together," she whispered fiercly. Despite her bravery, she could feel the pain inside. It gnawed at her very heart, threatening to engulf her. Two months. Two short months since Tidus had dissapeared. She wanted to blame the Fayth for ending their dream, but she knew there had been no other possible way to defeat Sin. The life of the whole world, versus one man. Yet part of her regretted the choice she made, though she knew she would not have had it any other way.
Soft, padded footsteps approached her slowly. After knowing him for so long, she knew they belonged to Kimahri, her furry companion. When she didn't look up at him, he crouched in front of her and gently grasped her chin in one of his furry paws and lifted her face to look into her eyes.
"Kimahri no like to see you sad. Yuna need rest. Kimahri carry you to room." He reached towards her to pick her up but she squirmed away.
"I-I'm fine Kimahri. Thank you though." Kimahri considered her for a moment, his yellow eyes intent on her, but filled with a gentle light.
"Kimahri not stupid. Kimahri has lost a love too, long ago."
She stared at him for a moment, dumbstruck. Kimahri? In love? Love. She gasped. The dam had broken at last. She threw herself against his furry bulk, crying into his chest. Kimahri placed his arms about her carefully and let her cry until she could no longer and fell asleep in his arms. He then picked her up as though she were a child and rose to take her to her room. Just before the door he had to stop suddenly to prevent Wakka from crashing into him.
"There she is! Yuna's okay, ya?" A dark glare from Kimahri stilled him and he dropped his voice before asking again. "She finally let it go huh?" Kimahri nodded slightly. "Well, better than keeping it all in, ya? Poor girl." Wakka moved to let Kimahri by and the former Guardian and Summoner disapeared into the room. When the Kimahri emerged, one look at his face told Wakka that the broken horned Ronso wanted to be left alone. He was now the last of his race.
Spira's losses were unfathomable. Wakka himself began to think of his own losses. Chappu, his energetic younger brother. Tidus, who had become like another brother to him. Wakka had planned to hand the Besaid Aurochs to him and retire at last. With Tidus gone though, he had decided to go back to Besaid and coach them himself until he could find a suitable replacement.
Certainly there was no more need for Guardians in the new Spira. With a sigh, he kicked the Blitzball lying at his feet. Helpless, he watched it arc towards a black clothed figure, grazing her hair even though she side stepped to avoid it. She sniffed indignantly and gave him a cold stare.
"Well, Wakka, I was going to tell you that you are thinking too much, but now I'm not sure you are thinking at all. What's gotten into you?"
"Ah, Lu, I'm just not thinkin' straigh, ya know? Sure we saved the world but...Ahh, it just doesn't feel right. This isn't how a heroic story is suposed to end." He stared down at his feet, and kicked the walkway beneath him.
"You see this as an end? Defeating Sin and Yu Yevon did not save Spira. It gave us a chance to save ourselves. No Sin, no Pilgrimage, The church of Yevon is in chaos, families are rebuilding, entire cities being reborn. I hear there are even plans to restore Zanarkand! No Wakka, this is no end." The look she gave him spoke even more of her hope than her words did. Wakka brighted at that and was about to say how he agreed when Lulu began again. "And you Wakka, Where does your story take you next?" This time her look said that she already knew the answer.
"Back to Besaid and the Aurochs. Ahhh don't give me that look Lulu, I cant leave them without a captain, ya?" Lulu tried to stifle a grin behind one of her flowered sleeves, but gave up the effort.
"Of course. I was rather planning on returning there as well. I do not know what Yuna has decided to do. I assume Kimahri will still follow her, maybe Rikku as well." Her expresion retured to it's usual stoic look. "I have some things I need to take care of as well." Wakka simply nodded at her. "She was going back to say goodbye to Chappu. Where would she go then? Just another Guardian without a Summoner to guide and protect now, like he was. They were all like driftwood, floating on a shining sea. Scattered, yet all destined to drift back to the same shore...
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A new dream, a new ocean
Blue eyes opened slowly, as if from a long dream.
He floated in the spring for a moment, enjoying the feel of being weightless, free. The light from above played along the ripples creating a spectacular light show all around him. One particularly bright light caught his eye and he swam lazily up towards it. The light was coming from a glowing tree, this one being particularly bright. The sight of it tickled at the distant reaches of his memory. Everything seemed so long ago, so far away. Not this though.
A shimmering butterfly landed on the shore near him, its wings fluttering slightly on the gentle breeze that whispered though the forest. He swam toward it slowly, barely disturbing the water. He watched it for a moment, close enough to see the intricate patterns on its wings for a brief moment before it took flight again. It drifted towards the large tree that encircled the spring with its softly glittering roots. Seeming to take joy just in the act of flying, it would nearly land on one of the sparkling crystals, than dart up again as if unsure if it was ready to land, to end the flight.
At the sight, memories of her swept over his mind, clearing away all else. This spring, where they shared their first kiss, tumbling though the water. Of his journey with her on the pilgrimage, of all the joys and sorrows they shared on that quest. And most of all, what she said to him before he joined his father in that dying dream.
"The dream is over. This is no ending, but a new chapter in my story. Yuna! I'm coming back!"
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The city of Luca was a wonder in itself. Its many ports saw hundreds of people every day, leaving or returning. The Luca theater was quite popular as well, providing music and entertainment for anyone who had gil to spare. However, the massive Blitzball arena was what drew the biggest crowds, and none larger than on the day of Yuna's speach. She gave hope to the people of Spira. Hope of rebirth and rebuilding. Hope for a brighter future now that Sin was gone. Sitting on the steps outside of the arena though, watching all the happy and hope filled people walk by, she felt appart from the rest. Her ornate staff rested on her bent knees, its decorative ribbons and strings of beads danced on the breeze. She clutched it tightly, hands trembling. The speech had gone so well, until the end. No one but her closest friends noticed the small shiver she gave, or the signs of unshed tears when she began to talk about Spira's losses. Of course, everyone had lost something dear to them during the time before the Eternal Calm. It was selfish of her to think of hers as more terrible than the rest. She gripped the staff even tighter, trying to hold back the tears she knew could overtake her at any moment. "Crying won't change anything. It won't help put this world back together," she whispered fiercly. Despite her bravery, she could feel the pain inside. It gnawed at her very heart, threatening to engulf her. Two months. Two short months since Tidus had dissapeared. She wanted to blame the Fayth for ending their dream, but she knew there had been no other possible way to defeat Sin. The life of the whole world, versus one man. Yet part of her regretted the choice she made, though she knew she would not have had it any other way.
Soft, padded footsteps approached her slowly. After knowing him for so long, she knew they belonged to Kimahri, her furry companion. When she didn't look up at him, he crouched in front of her and gently grasped her chin in one of his furry paws and lifted her face to look into her eyes.
"Kimahri no like to see you sad. Yuna need rest. Kimahri carry you to room." He reached towards her to pick her up but she squirmed away.
"I-I'm fine Kimahri. Thank you though." Kimahri considered her for a moment, his yellow eyes intent on her, but filled with a gentle light.
"Kimahri not stupid. Kimahri has lost a love too, long ago."
She stared at him for a moment, dumbstruck. Kimahri? In love? Love. She gasped. The dam had broken at last. She threw herself against his furry bulk, crying into his chest. Kimahri placed his arms about her carefully and let her cry until she could no longer and fell asleep in his arms. He then picked her up as though she were a child and rose to take her to her room. Just before the door he had to stop suddenly to prevent Wakka from crashing into him.
"There she is! Yuna's okay, ya?" A dark glare from Kimahri stilled him and he dropped his voice before asking again. "She finally let it go huh?" Kimahri nodded slightly. "Well, better than keeping it all in, ya? Poor girl." Wakka moved to let Kimahri by and the former Guardian and Summoner disapeared into the room. When the Kimahri emerged, one look at his face told Wakka that the broken horned Ronso wanted to be left alone. He was now the last of his race.
Spira's losses were unfathomable. Wakka himself began to think of his own losses. Chappu, his energetic younger brother. Tidus, who had become like another brother to him. Wakka had planned to hand the Besaid Aurochs to him and retire at last. With Tidus gone though, he had decided to go back to Besaid and coach them himself until he could find a suitable replacement.
Certainly there was no more need for Guardians in the new Spira. With a sigh, he kicked the Blitzball lying at his feet. Helpless, he watched it arc towards a black clothed figure, grazing her hair even though she side stepped to avoid it. She sniffed indignantly and gave him a cold stare.
"Well, Wakka, I was going to tell you that you are thinking too much, but now I'm not sure you are thinking at all. What's gotten into you?"
"Ah, Lu, I'm just not thinkin' straigh, ya know? Sure we saved the world but...Ahh, it just doesn't feel right. This isn't how a heroic story is suposed to end." He stared down at his feet, and kicked the walkway beneath him.
"You see this as an end? Defeating Sin and Yu Yevon did not save Spira. It gave us a chance to save ourselves. No Sin, no Pilgrimage, The church of Yevon is in chaos, families are rebuilding, entire cities being reborn. I hear there are even plans to restore Zanarkand! No Wakka, this is no end." The look she gave him spoke even more of her hope than her words did. Wakka brighted at that and was about to say how he agreed when Lulu began again. "And you Wakka, Where does your story take you next?" This time her look said that she already knew the answer.
"Back to Besaid and the Aurochs. Ahhh don't give me that look Lulu, I cant leave them without a captain, ya?" Lulu tried to stifle a grin behind one of her flowered sleeves, but gave up the effort.
"Of course. I was rather planning on returning there as well. I do not know what Yuna has decided to do. I assume Kimahri will still follow her, maybe Rikku as well." Her expresion retured to it's usual stoic look. "I have some things I need to take care of as well." Wakka simply nodded at her. "She was going back to say goodbye to Chappu. Where would she go then? Just another Guardian without a Summoner to guide and protect now, like he was. They were all like driftwood, floating on a shining sea. Scattered, yet all destined to drift back to the same shore...
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