Prologue: Kilika Dusk
The beach was nice. The sand was almost ghost white and the water was almost sky blue. The wind was almost nonexistent so the temperature stayed at a comfortable degree. A strong scent was in the air, a pleasant one. It was hard to think that something was unpleasant on a day like this. Very hard to believe, at least.
He shielded his eyes with the palm of his hand, squinting toward the ablaze sunset. His free hand automatically went to his pocket, out of pure habit. The man sighed as he dropped his hand and turned away from the sun.
His dark eyes immediately went to combing the horizon. There were no boats on the sea at this time. After all, this was not a large town, in relative to Luca, that is. Kilika Island had hardly any visitors anymore. Since all the temples of Yevon went out of commission a few months back, no Summoners would ever come by again. Because of Kilika's run-in with Sin, no one really wanted to visit, sensing some kind of freakish aura of bad luck.
The beach, however, was occupied by one other body. There was a man not too far off to his left. It was hardly more than a silhouette, but the unique head gear said that this man was Al Bhed.
He called out to the silhouette, cupping a hand over his mouth. The man looked over, his attention grabbed. There was a high chance that this man strictly spoke Al Bhed, however.
He waved his left arm, motioning for the Al Bhed to come closer. He obviously understood, for he hustled over swiftly. He was leather clad and covered in belts and various machina instruments. One on his fore-arm did not cease beeping as the Al Bhed display flashed in green. His hair was combed up in a very bizarre mohawk. He took note with not much surprise that the man had a machina gun. A weapon.
Oac? Fryd ec ed? The man said as he lifted his goggles and rested them on his forehead. His Al Bhed signature eyes peeked out from underneath dark brows.
Cusadrehk fnuhk. He replied slowly, not knowing more than basic Al Bhed. The man had asked him what it was and he had replied that there was something wrong.
The Al Bhed looked concerned. Drana ryc hud paah dnuipma uh drec paylr cehla Sin lysa.
This man spoke fluently and it was hard to catch everything he said. Something about trouble on the beach and Sin. It rose suspicionin the man; High Summoner Yuna had sent Sin several months ago. He decided to let the subject drop.
His eyes fell to the Al Bhed's weapon. E caa? He asked. He wanted to hold the weapon. The Al Bhed sighed and nodded.
He took it in his hand firmly. This one was a lot heavier than the last machina he'd held. He let his finger fall to the trigger, the muzzle of the gun pointing at the pale sand.
Pa lynavim, The Al Bhed warned, Ed'c nayto du cruud.
So it was loaded, eh? The man straitened his arm and heightened his range a hair.
There was hardly a noise when he pulled the trigger. Just a small and it had fired, kicking up sand and jerking slightly in his hand. He lowered the machina.
The Al Bhed man groaned and swayed in place. Beads of sweat appeared on his heavy brow as he looked up to meet the man's eyes.
He grunted twice more before speaking. Tysh oui! He slurred, obviously in great discomfort. The shell must have hit bone. Oui crud so vuud!
The man shrugged. So what if he'd shot him in the foot? Did it matter? He tossed down the weapon. Mere inches from the Al Bhed's injured foot. The man spun on his heels in the sand and started to stride away. A final grunt made his glance over his shoulder.
Yevon fyc knayd, He spat at the injured man. E femm pa knaydan. damm Yuna pafyna.
Like a wave of heat, the man wavered and vanished into the red-orange lights of the sunset. The beautiful Kilika sunset.
