Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I own the events that happens afterwords. :)
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A blast of icy wind flew past her, the roar of it echoing in her ears. Moving at an incredible speed, she could not see much. The pyrefliers around her faded over time as she hugged herself, trying to keep herself together and warm. Her hair felt like it was being ripped off of her scalp, water forming at the corners of her eyes though they were closed. How long has she been like this? A minute, a day, a year; it seemed endless.
All of a sudden, the wind vanished and the lady found herself tumbling painfully on the ground, ungracefully sprawling all over. The concrete ground was rough, jutting out in odd places, but it also seemed familiar. Putting a hand on her throbbing injuries from her landing, Lady Yunalesca pulled herself to a sitting position. She was near a glyph, her glyph to be exact, where she had let go of herself after the final battle. It was glowing brightly, as if it had never been broken or faded. A warm radiance emanated from it, as if it was welcoming the lady back home. Her grey eyes wandered over her old home, in a special room accessible only from the Chamber of Fayth in Zanarkand. There were fresh footprints in the dust here, small and large. The small seemed very small, footprints of monkeys. Traces of them were all over, which worried Yunalesca. She heard a slight squeak and turned her head to see a white monkey sitting there, eyeing the lady curiously.
Turning her focus away from the lone monkey back to the larger footprints, it seemed familiar. There were two other trails after it, one of which seemed familiar as well but the other one was not. Interesting, she thought silently, Yuna has returned after my death, it seems. And with companions, one of which was a guardian of hers. The footsteps trailed past the golden and watery glyph, towards a footstep that led to a hidden underground path. Intrigued, Yunalesca pulled herself off the ground, wincing at the developing bruises nearly all over her body. Considering that there was only an old sphere in that tunnel, with a dragon having protecting it, it was not much of a use to her now.
Yunalesca turned to face the other way, the stairway that would lead back to the ruins of her old home, of Zanarkand. She had little desire to see it destroyed, despite having seen it for so long. But she had never regretted her decision in helping her father help the world realize that there is no time to be fighting with each other, when there were so many evils in the world to protect each other from. Though a great sacrifice, and evil, Yu and Yunalesca had created just the very embodiment of Spira's fears. It proved to be a great thing, to unite the people for once. All these years, she truly had thought that Sin was inevitable, immortal. She believed that her father and she had made sure Sin would never truly die. And yet, her namesake happened to end the very thing she, herself, had created. Destroying the only bond between Yunalesca and her father, she really had thought that Yuna also destroyed Spira. It had seemed that way too, when Yunalesca was watching from the Farplane. New Yevon and Youth League, and even the Machine Faction. It was splitting Spira apart and destroying it in the process!
Mika happened to be there in the Farplane as well, watching alongside with her. Only, he had refused to watch further after witnessing a few battles. He turned his back on Spira and wished himself truly gone, to move on once and for all. But Yunalesca refused, persevering. She did not sacrifice her father, her husband, and herself for nothing! Anger rose in her, as well as fear and sorrow. Those negative emotions were the very thing she wanted to avoid happening, though Sin had destroyed so many families' lives. But, as the original intent was, it was to keep Spira together. And, for a time, it had worked.
"Spira… How you are afflicted so." Yunalesca muttered softly, her eyes closed momentarily as she restored herself using white magic. Her body quickly began to feel rejuvinated and stronger, her eyes flashing open as she took her first step forward. Once she began moving, she couldn't stop. She descended the stairs into the large rotundular room, filled with so many monkeys.
Her eyes widened at the sight, this place transformed into a zoo of monkeys. She knew that what Yuna had done was to make sure no one would ever intrude in Zanarkand, but this sea of monkeys proved impossible for even a dust to move around. Sighing, she stopped for a moment and watched the monkeys. She made a slight motion, the row of monkeys in front of her suddenly encased in ice. Similar to Shiva, one of the aeons obtained by the summoners in their pilgrimage, Yunalesca snapped her fingers, shattering the ice. The monkeys shrieked in pain, but most survived, and ran away. It left a clear path in front of Yunalesca so she began walking again.
Walking through the shimmering patch in the wall, she found herself in the Chamber right by the damaged statue of her husband's fayth. Seeing it again brought up sadness inside her, but she refused it get in her way. She looked up, keeping the ever eternal tears to herself.
"Just for what purpose am I here for?" She asked aloud to no one, wondering how it was she was sent here. She was watching Spira, as usual, when a rift opened right in front of her and sucked her in. It tossed her back here. It was as if something wanted her back here, but for what purpose?