Chapter 2- The memories of life
Belgemine stepped off the Shoopuf and looked around. This was it. The beginning of the rest of her life. She smiled as she saw Averus and Touka carrying their supplies, struggling under the weight of them. She pitied them in a way, though they knew what they were getting themselves into. The tradition of two male guardians was still in place amongst the Summoners of Bevelle, though sometimes Belgemine wished it could be different. Having another woman around the place would have been so helpful given recent events. However, now she thought about it, she had never had a female close to her. As a child, her best friends were Braska, Auron and Kinoc who studied at the temple with her. After that, she had travelled to Luca and met Averus and Touka at the Blitzball finals, Kilika Beasts v. Luca Goers, with whom Averus himself played. Touka had been sat next to her, watching the game avidly, begging for his team to win. But against a team like Luca… well, they didn't have a chance. They'd got talking about many things; family life, the differences between their upbringings, and his convenient dreams of being a guardian. He had a sweet, understated air to him, a certain quality that immediately made her feel at ease with him. They broke all boundaries of reserve within minutes. Then after the game they had decided to go congratulate the star of the show, the hat-trick star Averus. He was… unlike anyone she had ever met before. And she loved it. Gone were all the old rules of Bevelle, and all the strict formalities of her old life. Averus embodied Lucan life; the reckless attitude that did not exist in Bevelle, the land of tradition and planning, where everything was pre-orchestrated for you, and nothing ever went wrong…well, in theory anyway. The two men opened up a world she had never thought existed, and introduced her to two new ways of living. She was… thankful to them.
"Belgemine! Watch out!"
She turned suddenly, snapping out of her memories. A grendel lurched above her, splaying its ugly limbs to slice at her stomach. She dodged effortlessly, summoning her Bahamut to effortlessly dispel the fiend. Bahamut had been her friend for many years, and had been her very first Aeon. Many perceived him as a stern, foreboding warrior, but somehow Belgemine never saw him so. When she summoned the great beast she could think of nothing but the Fayth; the small hooded boy who she had sought when she first began her pilgrimage. He sensed her nerves and comforted her, which came to her mind as she stood back to back, smiling at the mythril giant at her side. Maybe she perceived many things oddly…
"Belle! Watch your back!"
She looked around, but it was too late. A large machina started to attack, stranding her from her powerless guardians. She remained silent as it prepared to attack her with its long iron claws. Bahamut leapt forward to take the first blow, but was instantly knocked back, apologetically looking at his mistress as he faded into the pyreflies. Belle tensed herself and waited or the inevitable blow…
Aiiiii, cliffhanger! But perhaps those of you that have read COTW can guess who comes to her rescue! Stay tuned/ Read Candle on the Water! Lol