Yuna realizing her affinity for white magic in a nerve-wracking situation. Isn't it best to awaken the talent early when under stress? :p Oh, and Auntie, along with Baralai's father 'Mori' and mother 'Etoinette' are my OCs. :3


IV.

Prayer

{Help is on the way, do not lose faith}

The fisherman is losing blood faster than Yuna believed possible, eyelids fluttering, cataracts forming, breaths falling shorter and faster and quieter– Yuna shakes him, shoves his chest, punches his shoulder, slaps his arm, anything to keep him awake long enough for Auntie to arrive.

Tears pool in her mismatched eyes, deluging the grisly artwork of wounds dealt by hungry piranhas, granting clarity in an otherwise gory, flesh-torn, bone-bitten nightmare. She latches onto his mutilated torso, clutching his shredded shirt, squeezing her eyelids shut, hoping with all her might for him to live. Cries rip through her lips, sobs shuddering her lungs, as her body trembles in heartbreak.

Wait a little longer, you have to survive, you can't make everyone sad... Fayth, I don't care how, please, oh please let him live...

Warmth suddenly radiates somewhere beneath her, originating from her ruddy fingertips, leaving behind a chill in her spine, cold exhaustion; panicking voices are hushed, silenced by wonder, and white light blinds every corner of the darkness.

"It's a miracle..."