Sacrifice
The stone was cold. Her fingers brushed over it tentatively, then withdrew. It was hard as well, which would be expected of any stone. The dais was no different.
When she chanced to look again, she admired the delicate carvings that ran through the central platform and the statues erected on pillars at each of the four corners with symbols of the creatures of wind. The beauty was taken in in the briefest of glances, for she could not bear to hold it for longer.
There was an indentation on the other side, he'd said. She thought of walking around to look, but recoiled from the idea. If she took this all in at once, then what was really happening would hit her. She would not think about that now. She would not think about being a…
Sacrifice.
Fin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia.
Thoughts: I know that "sacrifice" is a theme that is commonly recognized as Colette's, but in this drabble it is Aisha's. Why? Because I wanted to show a different side. Not all the people of Sylvarant have the same courage and heart as the Chosen. Not all of them could face having to sacrifice their lives, ethics of it aside.