A Generation of Legacies
Ayrie
If I were to tell you a story, what should I start with? Should I start when my Great-Great Grandfather Braska gave Spira a Calm? Should I start with my Great-Grandmother Yuna and my Great-Grandfather Tidus? Should I tell you how they began the Eternal Calm? I could tell you how my Grandmother Lenne became the first Maester in a thousand years or how my Great-Grandfather Takoire was one of the last Bevles of the royal line.
My family has a heroic and tragic past. We have been a part of Spira's every deciding moment. Not by chance, but by destiny.
At least that's what they say.
When I ask my Dad what he thinks, he just laughs at me and brushes it off, saying, "We have a habit of getting ourselves into trouble, and when we get ourselves out of it, Spira suddenly thinks we're heroes." I ask Mom, and she says we have something most people don't: the strength to endure. For some reason, I don't really believe those answers.
Spira is a wondrous place. We take great strides of progress but never forget the past or where we came from. Our society functions as one, across mountains, valleys, and oceans. We do what is best for everyone, and we live our lives doing what we're best at what and what we love.
The time for heroes is over. It's no longer the responsibility of one person to lead but every person. But still, people look at my family for guidance and help.
I asked Uncle Syan why, and his answer confused me the most.
"People look to us because they do not know they have strength of their own. They don't realize what they're capable of. Until they do, they look to those who can."
"But, Uncle Syan," I said, "I don't have any inner strength. I know who I am and what I'm capable of. Everything I am is what you see."
"You'll understand, eventually, Ayrie," he said. "Be patient until then."
I know that I am strong, fast, and intelligent. I know the Summoner and Guardian system as well as a Maester. I know that I would make a good Summoner's Guardian. I didn't choose to be a guardian because I felt destined to do it, only because it made sense.
I asked Takoire why he became a summoner, and he said, "Because it felt like the right thing to do."
He never fully explained himself, but he made his choice without ever looking back. So I guard him. I guard him because I know I'm the best guardian for the job. No one told me to. No prophecy said I would. I chose to.
Spira is in its golden age. The time of heroes and saviors has passed. I'm only one guardian among many, and I haven't done anything worth mentioning.
Then why do people still look at me?
Author's Note: I'm currently working on different points of view and narration styles. I felt like there was nothing left to say about Koiray and Syan so I figured I would write something from Ayrie's point of view.
For Ayrie, I feel as if Spira's reached its peak. They've overcome every obstacle they've faced, and now it's time to finally surge forward. On the other hand, you have Ayrie who comes from the all amazing family that's saved Spira more times than anyone can really count. She's got the legacy they're all born with, but it's starting to wear off. For the most part, Ayrie's wondering why everything's a whole deal. Similar to how we know George Washington is important in our history, but it seems so far away.
Anyway, so that's it. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you should probably read my stories A Generation of Aeons and A Generation of Legacies. Please let me know your thoughts. They're very appreciated!