U.P. Once again, I'm taking very long to update (and I think I've lost some followers, sorry, everyone)!
Anyways, this is kind of an introductory to Lenne and Shuyin's new life and helps lead to Shuyin's insanity (because we all know that our beloved Shuyin does become very insane. Though it's not really his fault, is it?) Well, I'll leave you readers to decide for yourselves. The real insanity is actually coming next chapter though. I hope you like it!
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Chapter Twelve
One Month Later
"No!" Lenne woke up screaming. She'd had that dream again. The one that had occurred again just like that first night before she even met Shuyin. This time she remembered it clearly. She and Shuyin running from Bevelle soldiers, coming to a dead end, and then brutally shot as they held each other close.
Lenne walked to the bathroom and washed her face to clear the sweat. It was midnight, yet that nightmare made her wide-awake. Her adrenaline could win her a marathon right then and there.
Just a dream…, she told herself.
But she was fighting in a war right now. The chances of her, a mere summoner, surviving the war…No, she didn't want to think of that.
She stole a glance at her roommate's sleeping form, undisturbed by her scream. Thankfully, Sela could sleep through anything.
Concentrating her thoughts on Shuyin, Lenne wondered if he could tell when she was thinking so hard about him. Would she appear in his dreams? Maybe…just maybe…
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Shuyin, in fact, was pacing the room at that very moment. The weapon he had heard about with Lenne earlier continuously crept its way into his thoughts, forming twisted plans in his mind.
He had never had such bloodlust before. Never had he the desire to kill whom threatened those he protected. Shuyin could feel this manic energy seizing his mind, yet he exerted no will to thwart it. Lenne needed him. Zanarkand needed him. Hell, even his old man needed him.
No, he couldn't take this repressed rage any longer.
Jamming his feet into war boots, Shuyin yanked open the door and exited the dormitory. It was time for some answers.
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Why was it that the world outside remained so sunny and bright during a war? Shouldn't it at least by dreary?
Lenne wondered this as she got ready for the new day. Then she put her head in gear and went over the plan. The summoners were to ambush the war machines, leaving the actual soldiers to Zanarkand's fighters. The summoners would be exterminating any large weapons or buildings with their aeons.
She and Sela went over the plan again, now on the secret underground tram built by Zanarkand that ran under Bevelle.
"Alright, Lenne. The train's stopping, so get your staff out. I think Bahamut ought to do the trick."
Why are we carrying out this mission in the daytime? Our coordinator said the Bevellians wouldn't notice as it was so far beneath the ground they walked, but is she really this cocky?
Exhaling, Lenne waited until everyone had taken their station. Twirling her rod, she prayed silently to summon Bahamut.
Lenne stood frozen as she watched the magnificent power of the aeons at work. Beams shattered glass and metal. Weapons destroyed…
"Everyone, withdraw your summons! Bevellians are coming!" someone shouted.
The others left, but Lenne could not move her body in fear.
"Lenne! Run! What are you doing?"
Finally Sela's voice cut through to her. But by the time Lenne moved her legs, she was grabbed from behind by a soldier, his arm around her throat. Screaming, she struggled and fought for her life. Kicking, biting, anything to free herself.
But darkness came, with a head pain. And then the world was washed from her senses.
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U.P. Yes, I know a bit short, but, like I said, it was introductory. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! And if my followers have noticed, I have very few, if any, spelling/grammar errors! So if you liked it or maybe you didn't, please, please review! I promise I will mention all of my reviewers in the last chapter! I appreciate it so much!
Thank you for reading!