Hope is Comforting
By Yagami Iori
A/N: If this goes well, there may be 22 chapters to this. I want to go through all of the Major Arcana Tarot Cards. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm writing the Fayth song wrong, but this is as close as I can get by listening to it! Does anyone have the real lyrics?
Chapter Four: The High Priestess
I shivered with the cold of the starry night. I had an intense feeling of dread. Pyreflies swirled through the skies of Zanarkand, and the Fayth sang into the night:
"Ii A Yui
Nobou Merou
Lee Midii
Youjuu Youdou
Hasa deka nare
Uta mare"
My attendant Glorion, came to call me. I cast off my robes of scarlet silk, and dressed in my ceremonial garb. Looking down at my top and loincloth as I placed my tiara atop my head, I wondered why I must wear such scant clothing in a place as cold as Zanarkand. It was always done that way, I supposed.
When I exited my Chamber to the foyer, I saw that a party had defeated my Spectral Keeper. I looked over this rag-tag ensemble. Through my magic, I saw into their mind as if through a window. Tidus, the one from Zanarkand. He was the son of Jecht, the last Fayth of Yu Yevon. Yuna, the Summoner. Daughter of Braska, the last liberator of Sin. Lulu, the Black Magus who had served Father Zuke and Lady Ginnem. Wakka, the brother of Chappu, a crusader killed by Jecht in Sin's form. Kimahri, the last Ronso of Gagazet. Rikku, the future leader of the Al Bhed.
As I looked to see who the last member of the group was, I tried not to gasp. It was Auron. Auron, my almost-lover, whom I had murdered six years before. And then it hit me. I had not sent him. He was like me now. I smiled, for the first time since I had met Anima Guado.
I spoke to the party. I told them of the Final Aeon, and that Yuna must choose her Fayth. When asked if Sin would come back, I told them yes. I no longer had the compassion to lie to these whelps. Lulu and Wakka argued with me. They were both very devout followers of the immortal Yu Yevon. The misguided fools. Hope was the true hero of Spira.
But Yuna would not listen to me. She said that she would destroy the old traditions. I simply chuckled.
"You poor creature. You would live without hope. Well... better to die in hope than to live in despair. Let me be your liberator!"
I chanted the magic Hymn of the Fayth, and I attacked them. It had been too long since I had fought. That was my mistake. Auron struck me down.
I quickly chanted more powerful magic. I called upon the strength of the Fayth. Snaky tentacles shot up from the ground, lifting me to the heavens as I attacked my foes below. I zombified them, but Yuna used Holy Water to heal the ailment. Silly girl. She would be the first to die. Or would she? After Yuna healed Lulu, the dark sorceress unleashed an Overdrive attack; a flurry of Blizzagas.
My tentacles buckled. I began to fall, but not before I pulled my trump card. I summoned my most powerful Aeon, Medusa. Her bloodcurdling shrieks filled the dome as she rose from the depths of Hell. I sat upon her snaky tendrils of hair, summoning the Reaper when necessary to destroy them. I was winning the fight until Yuna summoned Shiva. Shiva... one of my greatest creations. Her exquisite icy frame was surpassed only by my own curvaceous figure. My hideous Medusa stared at this creature of beauty. And then Shiva unleashed her Overdrive.
All I remember of that moment is the cold. The unbearable cold of my entire body being sheathed in thick, diamondlike ice. With a relaxed snap of her fingers, Shiva released the powers, sending shards of ice slicing into my tender flesh. Medusa exploded into pyreflies, her powers lost to me.
It was cold then. And as I lay dying for the second time, I wondered if I, or Spira, would ever again feel a flutter of hope.
~OWARI~
A/N: Don't worry, this isn't the end! Stay tuned for the continuing story of Yunalesca post-game. ^_~
By Yagami Iori
A/N: If this goes well, there may be 22 chapters to this. I want to go through all of the Major Arcana Tarot Cards. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm writing the Fayth song wrong, but this is as close as I can get by listening to it! Does anyone have the real lyrics?
Chapter Four: The High Priestess
I shivered with the cold of the starry night. I had an intense feeling of dread. Pyreflies swirled through the skies of Zanarkand, and the Fayth sang into the night:
"Ii A Yui
Nobou Merou
Lee Midii
Youjuu Youdou
Hasa deka nare
Uta mare"
My attendant Glorion, came to call me. I cast off my robes of scarlet silk, and dressed in my ceremonial garb. Looking down at my top and loincloth as I placed my tiara atop my head, I wondered why I must wear such scant clothing in a place as cold as Zanarkand. It was always done that way, I supposed.
When I exited my Chamber to the foyer, I saw that a party had defeated my Spectral Keeper. I looked over this rag-tag ensemble. Through my magic, I saw into their mind as if through a window. Tidus, the one from Zanarkand. He was the son of Jecht, the last Fayth of Yu Yevon. Yuna, the Summoner. Daughter of Braska, the last liberator of Sin. Lulu, the Black Magus who had served Father Zuke and Lady Ginnem. Wakka, the brother of Chappu, a crusader killed by Jecht in Sin's form. Kimahri, the last Ronso of Gagazet. Rikku, the future leader of the Al Bhed.
As I looked to see who the last member of the group was, I tried not to gasp. It was Auron. Auron, my almost-lover, whom I had murdered six years before. And then it hit me. I had not sent him. He was like me now. I smiled, for the first time since I had met Anima Guado.
I spoke to the party. I told them of the Final Aeon, and that Yuna must choose her Fayth. When asked if Sin would come back, I told them yes. I no longer had the compassion to lie to these whelps. Lulu and Wakka argued with me. They were both very devout followers of the immortal Yu Yevon. The misguided fools. Hope was the true hero of Spira.
But Yuna would not listen to me. She said that she would destroy the old traditions. I simply chuckled.
"You poor creature. You would live without hope. Well... better to die in hope than to live in despair. Let me be your liberator!"
I chanted the magic Hymn of the Fayth, and I attacked them. It had been too long since I had fought. That was my mistake. Auron struck me down.
I quickly chanted more powerful magic. I called upon the strength of the Fayth. Snaky tentacles shot up from the ground, lifting me to the heavens as I attacked my foes below. I zombified them, but Yuna used Holy Water to heal the ailment. Silly girl. She would be the first to die. Or would she? After Yuna healed Lulu, the dark sorceress unleashed an Overdrive attack; a flurry of Blizzagas.
My tentacles buckled. I began to fall, but not before I pulled my trump card. I summoned my most powerful Aeon, Medusa. Her bloodcurdling shrieks filled the dome as she rose from the depths of Hell. I sat upon her snaky tendrils of hair, summoning the Reaper when necessary to destroy them. I was winning the fight until Yuna summoned Shiva. Shiva... one of my greatest creations. Her exquisite icy frame was surpassed only by my own curvaceous figure. My hideous Medusa stared at this creature of beauty. And then Shiva unleashed her Overdrive.
All I remember of that moment is the cold. The unbearable cold of my entire body being sheathed in thick, diamondlike ice. With a relaxed snap of her fingers, Shiva released the powers, sending shards of ice slicing into my tender flesh. Medusa exploded into pyreflies, her powers lost to me.
It was cold then. And as I lay dying for the second time, I wondered if I, or Spira, would ever again feel a flutter of hope.
~OWARI~
A/N: Don't worry, this isn't the end! Stay tuned for the continuing story of Yunalesca post-game. ^_~