Author's Note: Hey, I'm back and under a new name! I 'unno if anyone here remembers me, but I used to be Tidus'sGrul (because I messed up while I was typing and then it was too late…) and I can't remember the damn password for the damn account. Soooo, I had to make a new one. So yeah, eh heh…I might remake FFX Blue's Clues in paragraph form so it doesn't get deleted again…but! This isn't the time to talk about that! This is another story I made for my OC character (if you've read some of my stuff anywhere you'll know her), in a bit of an AU Spira. Not much, just a little tweaks here and there, but y'know, I think it all works out. If you don't like it, don't keep reading and don't flame me for being a bit original. ON WITH THE SHOW!!
Setsuna: 'Bout time since you came back, lazy ass…
Author: …..I hate you….
I do not own Final Fantasy X, the characters, the storyline, or anything of that nature! This alternate universe where the history is a little different is…mine? I 'unno, but don't take it! Also, do NOT take my Original Character!! without my permission…I mean, whatever, we'll talk about it.
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It isn't right. Why did it have to happen today? Everything was going as well as it could be with all the damage being done everywhere else on Spira. We made sure we would be safe. My Uncle…what is he thinking… That…that thing is dangerous. I don't care how much he wants to help us, and how much he wants to help my father, but this is getting far out of hand. We can overcome this war if we just keep at it… What does Bevelle want with us? What does my uncle want with us?! I understand him being upset over him being left out of the Teachings…but this has to stop…
The Summoner looked up from her silent prayer to view the damage that had been done from the attack. On one hand, she was thankful that it wasn't soldiers from Bevelle. On the other hand, this situation was far worse that just soldiers. Above the temple sat a giant set of armor in the form of what many deemed was a fish, surrounded by a shield. The name that it was called caused many a citizen of Spira to shiver. Sin. The monster created by Yu Yevon to protect his precious Zanarakand. His plan to move Zanaraknd out into the sea had failed, and so he just settled with protecting them in this sense. It caused the citizens to question where their real protector had gone off to. At first, this armor was a looked at as a good idea. It did in fact keep many Bevelle soldiers away, however, something controlling this armor snapped. Whispers began to float around about Yu Yevon finally snapping. When the whispers started, that was when Sin turned some of his attacks onto Zanarkand, believing that it was protecting them. Yu Yevon's own niece could not get in contact with the armor or her uncle. Many people began to lose hope.
The Summoner shook herself out of her reminiscing and trying to rationalize what was happening when a grief filled cry filled her ears. Her attunement to magic made it easy for the Summoner to find the source of the cry. When her golden eyes found the scene, it caused her to gasp and cover her heart with her slender hands. There was her daughter kneeling over the body of someone who was very precious to her. That was when the Summoner knew it was all over for her daughter. Today was her birthday party, and the unveiling of her engagement. Everything had been taken from her. The Summoner knew that her fiancé meant everything to her.
A blast from the sky suddenly found the path to the Summoner's daughter. This time, one of her loyal Guardian's jumped into the way. Her daughter screamed again as she watched her Guardian and mentor fall to the ground, looking like her fiancé who lied dead in front of her. The Summoner forced herself not to cry. She was too strong for that, but watching her daughter's anguish made the Summoner lose it herself. That was when it happened. Another blast came flying towards her daughter, and it almost seemed as though her daughter accepted it. The Summoner cried out in pain as she watched her daughter's body be thrown like a rag doll and slam into a wall. Her daughter slowly slid down it to rest in a sitting up position, the blood pouring down her face. She had left a gory path of blood on the wall where she slid down it. It was then the Summoner finally got a good look at her daughter's fiancé and her Guardian. Both looked almost like they had been roasted alive. She thought their skin continued to bubble and bleed even though they had slipped away.
The Summoner fell to her knees and sobbed openly, not caring about how she looked. Her daughter, her only child, had been taken from her by Sin. She did not know what she could do! It pained her knowing there was nothing she could do. Her daughter would never be there to smile again. Her daughter's fiancé would never be there to hold her daughter in his arms and declare his love for her in the most boyish of manners. Her Guardian would not be there to guide her and protect her, and for her daughter to be admired by him and him admired by her. She was useless. Some Summoner she was, she began to think.
A pair of arms suddenly found their way around her shoulders from behind. A gentle kiss to her hair calmed her somewhat, but she knew it would not be that long. She recognized the armored hands and knew that it was her husband who sat behind her and held her. Gentle words were slowly breathed into her ear. The Summoner shook her head. No, it was too risky, and she wouldn't sacrifice someone else to that thing! Her husband shook his head and spoke gently to her again. It was their only choice. It was Hope. Hope. The Summoner nodded. That was what she was there for. With another nod, the Summoner rose to her feet and her husband rose along with her, his arms never leaving her.
The Summoner clasped her hands together in another prayer. From behind her, she could see light emanating from her husband. Her lips slowly formed words of good-bye and love before she felt the presence of her husband leave her. In a flash and a cry of rage, a large dragon appeared in the sky above her, armored as her husband had been. The Summoner watched the battle between her Aeon and Sin, the tears falling from her already swollen eyes.
The battle caused more destruction and blood seemed to fall like rain above the survivors. They screamed and ran for cover, but for many it was too late. Many were drenched in blood and the ground was unable to soak up anymore. The blood began to fill around the Summoner's un-shoed feet, but her focus was on her husband and Sin. She cried out commands and the Aeon obeyed. The battle was long and weary. The Summoner's husband began to tire but she spoke many words of encouragement and it allowed him to stay strong and fight to the end.
It all ended in a blast of light. Sin slowly began to descend to the earth, with the Summoner's husband alongside it. Sin burst into a group of pyreflies as did her husband. She watched as they mingled, almost as if they were fighting still. The Summoner began to cry more as she felt a strange pain overtake her heart. It felt as though someone had stuck a red-hot poker through her body and through her heart to the other side. With a loud cry, the Summoner clasped her hands together and prayed one last time.
"Yevon, wherever you are, please, hear me! Grant my children and my family the chance to live again! Allow them to live again in an era where they may find peace and each other again! One last wish, Yevon, is all I ask for the sacrifices I have made!"
With one last anguished cry, the Summoner fell to her knees as she surveyed the damage. Many were lying on the ground, their life having been spilled with their blood. Her daughter's face was contorted in pain, her eyes opened wide in shock, as she sat there, her life gone from her at such a young age. But she was not the youngest one to have died that day. Children from the city and friend's of the Summoner's lied at the feet of their mother's who had tried protecting them with their bodies one last time, but to no avail.
Suddenly, the pain grew even hotter than earlier, causing the Summoner to slump and then crash to the ground. She slowly reached her hand towards where her husband's body lay many feet away from her, in one last attempt to hold him one last time. Slowly, her hand ad ceased inching slowly towards her husband and she felt her heart weaken. Her eyes would no longer stay open no matter how hard she willed them to. As her lids met and her eyes closed, the Summoner's lips formed one last word as it was lost to the wind.
"Zaon…"
