The Legend Lives

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A/N: Now that I've settled in a bit more within the roleplaying community, I've started to branch out on the characters a bit more. One role I decidedly took on, was that of Auron from Final Fantasy X. Now, I'm still a bit nervous with my interpretation of him, but that's part of the whole learning process. I also said I would one day start a collection of drabbles, so I think this would be a perfect place to start. Some of these are going to be starters that I sent out to other characters, random thoughts of his past and so forth, but that's the whole point of building this collection. That, and I wanted to share them with you guys. So...here goes nothing. For the first piece, I leave you with my introduction to how he comes to be once more. Enjoy!


It had been far too long since he'd walked the streets and beaten paths of Spira. Where the warrior-monk once dreamed of finding eternal rest alongside his comrades, he was now feeling a pull back toward the world of the living. And it seemed with each passing day, the urge was getting stronger—Even for someone with his strength and discipline.

Auron shifted his left arm from the crimson coat, letting it fall without a care as his bicep flexed. Right hand tightened around the handle of Masamune, he continued his solemn walk through the Farplane, occasionally glancing out of his one good eye at the pyreflies that ruled his home. There was no point to him somewhat materializing into his human form, but he did it anyway just for the hell of it; even if he was translucent, the guardian still clung to the memories of his human life.

Heavy boots stopped abruptly in the same spot they had for what seemed like forever. The jug of sake tied to his side was silently lifted to his lips, taking a generous swig before lowering it away. The warrior-monk spat it out before him, droplets of sake taking a spherical shape mid-air. This was his way—To uphold his guardianship beyond the land of the living. Auron took on those tasks with all he was, and all he'd ever been.

"Death is just a state of being." His gruff voice finally broke the silence, patiently awaiting what he'd come here to do. "My duties as a guardian surpasses both life and death."

A sharp wind kicked up, fanning out the crimson coat around his legs and around his muscular form. Masamune found it's place next to it's wielder, sharply being planted into the ground with little force. For a moment, Auron thought about what it would have felt like to have the wind rush against him again, but it was quickly pushed aside in favor of the images playing up on the liquefied sphere. Nothing else mattered now—Only the faces in which reflected in his good eye. He lifted a strong arm, waving it lazily through the air, bringing them all up simultaneously.

The High Summoner and her other guardians.

"Alive and well, I see." Lips faintly curving upward under his coat, watching them as he had many times over. "My wish for eternal rest betrays me, it seems."

He never knew exactly how long his watchful eye would stare at the sphere. Sometimes he would be interrupted by Braska and Jecht. Other times, the sphere would finally give way, dissipating into the pyreflies in the form of small bubbles. But no matter how his routine visit was cut short, one thing always remained the same: the silent guardian would always wish to see more. It never seemed to be enough, watching them from afar. As far as he was concerned, his wish to watch after them would continue to go on until their time in the Farplane had come like the ones before them.

And, just like all the times before, the sphere simply evaporated into the mist. His time had come to a close.

"Hmph."

The disgruntled response came so naturally these days, but unlike before, Auron made no attempts to move from his spot. Instead, he rolled his shoulder and retrieved Masamune with ease and slung it across his shoulder. Good eye squinting behind his glasses, he began moving forward instead of backward. This wasn't the time or place to be watching from the other side.

"I've lived past my time once before. I can do it again." Continuing to stalk forward with his mind set and determined. "It's been...long enough."


Post A/N: I do plan on writing more of these for the other characters, but right now I'm all about some Auron. As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Let me know how you feel about the way in which I write him. More of this and less of that? Too much? Not enough? I want to hear it all! Thanks for making it this far. Without you, it'd be kinda hard to go on, you know? Much love!