Auron woke up just before dawn. At first he was confused as to how he had arrived at Bevelle, but then he remembered the events of the previous evening. He had gone to Remiem Temple to check on the White Fayth and found Rikku unconscious in the Fayth's Chamber. He had brought her to the ruins of the Remiem village and showed her the Wall. Every summon was depicted on that wall. For some odd reason, Sora was painted there too. Rikku had seen the picture of Sora and fainted. Sora seemed to have that sort of effect on people.
Sora and Auron had grown up together in Remiem Village. They, like all the other villagers, possessed the power to summon by communicating with various spirits through small horns on their heads. The Yevonites called the spirits Aeons, but Sora had always called them Eidolons. She did many contrary things like that. No one seemed to remember exactly when she had been born, and everyone assumed that she'd just always been there, they'd just never noticed. Strange, considering she was ten and apparently always had been ten. Auron never quite understood the logic behind this, but he didn't mind. Sora was Sora, even if she was a little strange.
When the Yevonites came to Remiem, they slaughtered all the adults and captured the children, slashing off their horns with swords. Auron tried to fight them, but he was unable to free himself from them and they obliterated his horn in spite.
He could remember very little after that, with the pain of losing his horn and all, but when he became conscious of anything again, his head was no longer bleeding, and he was in a small house in Bevelle. Sora had been there. That abandoned house became their home.
Things went well for them after that. Sora found work as a servant to a wealthy couple in Bevelle. Auron befriended the couple's son, Braska. Braska and Auron had been friends ever since. Auron and Braska attended school at Bevelle Temple and made friends with yet another child, Ayame, the High Priest's daughter. Yes, everything was good then. Auron never knew just how good it was.
Rikku stirred, bringing Auron out of his memories. She looked up at him with loving eyes. She yawned a little. It was intoxicatingly cute. Auron was not pleased with 'intoxicatingly cute-ness'.
"Good morning, Auron..." she said slowly. She paused. "Who was the girl on the Wall yesterday?" Oh, yes, way to ruin the moment Rikku.
"Which one?" Auron asked anxiously.
"The one with the wings, carrying the two children. That one." Auron turned away. Rikku moved to face him. "What's wrong?"
"...."
"Auron?"
"...."
"Is she someone from the village?"
"...."
"You know her, don't you?" Auron turned away again. Couldn't she tell that he didn't want to talk about it? Emotion was one of his greatest enemies, and her question... was too painful to answer. Pain was his only reality. Love was nothing more than a fantasy. Everyone he had loved, Braska, Jecht, Sora, fell to the spiral of death. Love was not real, not for him. Never.
...Darling, so share with me/ Your love if you have enough/ Your tears if you're holding back/ Or pain if that's what it is/ How can I let you know/ I'm more than the dress and the voice/ Just reach me out then/ You will know that you're not dreaming...
Rikku placed her hand on Auron's cheek. She felt that there was immense pain still inside him. He looked mildly surprised. To surprise him even further, Sora's voice, the voice of the White Fayth, had something to say,
Auron focused again on the physical world, and found his first point of focus to be a pair of jade spirals.
"...Rikku..."
The White Fayth looked on in approval from her Temple resting place.
Sora and Auron had grown up together in Remiem Village. They, like all the other villagers, possessed the power to summon by communicating with various spirits through small horns on their heads. The Yevonites called the spirits Aeons, but Sora had always called them Eidolons. She did many contrary things like that. No one seemed to remember exactly when she had been born, and everyone assumed that she'd just always been there, they'd just never noticed. Strange, considering she was ten and apparently always had been ten. Auron never quite understood the logic behind this, but he didn't mind. Sora was Sora, even if she was a little strange.
When the Yevonites came to Remiem, they slaughtered all the adults and captured the children, slashing off their horns with swords. Auron tried to fight them, but he was unable to free himself from them and they obliterated his horn in spite.
He could remember very little after that, with the pain of losing his horn and all, but when he became conscious of anything again, his head was no longer bleeding, and he was in a small house in Bevelle. Sora had been there. That abandoned house became their home.
Things went well for them after that. Sora found work as a servant to a wealthy couple in Bevelle. Auron befriended the couple's son, Braska. Braska and Auron had been friends ever since. Auron and Braska attended school at Bevelle Temple and made friends with yet another child, Ayame, the High Priest's daughter. Yes, everything was good then. Auron never knew just how good it was.
Rikku stirred, bringing Auron out of his memories. She looked up at him with loving eyes. She yawned a little. It was intoxicatingly cute. Auron was not pleased with 'intoxicatingly cute-ness'.
"Good morning, Auron..." she said slowly. She paused. "Who was the girl on the Wall yesterday?" Oh, yes, way to ruin the moment Rikku.
"Which one?" Auron asked anxiously.
"The one with the wings, carrying the two children. That one." Auron turned away. Rikku moved to face him. "What's wrong?"
"...."
"Auron?"
"...."
"Is she someone from the village?"
"...."
"You know her, don't you?" Auron turned away again. Couldn't she tell that he didn't want to talk about it? Emotion was one of his greatest enemies, and her question... was too painful to answer. Pain was his only reality. Love was nothing more than a fantasy. Everyone he had loved, Braska, Jecht, Sora, fell to the spiral of death. Love was not real, not for him. Never.
...Darling, so share with me/ Your love if you have enough/ Your tears if you're holding back/ Or pain if that's what it is/ How can I let you know/ I'm more than the dress and the voice/ Just reach me out then/ You will know that you're not dreaming...
Rikku placed her hand on Auron's cheek. She felt that there was immense pain still inside him. He looked mildly surprised. To surprise him even further, Sora's voice, the voice of the White Fayth, had something to say,
Auron focused again on the physical world, and found his first point of focus to be a pair of jade spirals.
"...Rikku..."
The White Fayth looked on in approval from her Temple resting place.
