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Reflections, Chapter 3 Yuna: Summoner's Journey
Life is so strange. Just when you think you know what to expect, everything changes.
My pilgrimage, for instance. When I became a summoner, I was prepared to surrender my life in order to defeat Sin. I knew that I would have to take a dangerous journey around the world, visiting every temple, acquiring every aeon, to become strong enough to summon the Final Aeon and defeat Sin. I knew also that the final summoning would mean my death. The summoner dies, the guardians often die as well-but Spira is saved, free of Sin for another ten years.
And so I prepared for my own death. I apprenticed myself to the priests of Yevon, even against the advice of my closest friends. I learned the healing magic, my way of protecting those who would serve as my guardians. I learned to pray to the fayth, to hear their hymn. I learned the history of Spira, of Sin, and of the countless summoners who died to keep Sin at bay. Most important of all, I learned not only to stop fearing death, but to embrace it. After all, the priests taught me, I would be giving my life to protect all of Spira! Surely the lives of an entire world are more valuable than the lives of a handful of travelers! Of course, I agreed, because that was the way it was. So it was for my father, so it was for every summoner before him, and so it would be for me.
My friends didn't want me to go. There are many students of Yevon, they pointed out. Many of those are already training to become summoners. Some of them have already acquired their first aeons. Let one of them go, they pleaded. Stay here. Stay safe.
I told them I couldn't stay. How could anybody expect me to stand aside and wait, hoping someone else might be able to stop Sin? How could I just sit in Besaid, doing nothing, knowing that the others' pilgrimages might fail, that Sin might prevail, that my father's sacrifice might have been in vain after all? No, I had to go. I had to do my part, and my friends ultimately supported my decision, even volunteering to serve as my guardians. I've learned a lot about them.
Kimahri, my strong and silent companion, turned out to be the most noble Ronso I've ever met.
Wakka, who loved blitzball, gave up his career so I could pursue my own goals.
Lulu committed herself to a second pilgrimage, knowing the risks and the dangers, and acutely aware of the price of failure.
Rikku, my cousin and friend, did everything she could to help me-without the support of the Al Bhed, we never could have accomplished our mission.
Sir Auron, who guarded my father on his pilgrimage, returned to assist me, even though my success would mean the end of his existence.
And Tidus.
I still see him in my dreams. In those dreams, I remember our best moments together. Most often, I remember when we were in Luca, just before the Aurochs played the Goers. He told me that all I had to do was whistle, and he would come. He told me he would be with me always. Not just to the end. Always.
But that isn't the case now. You see, I learned the terrible truth about Sin. I learned that when the Final Aeon is summoned, Sin is not really defeated. Instead, the Final Aeon becomes Sin. That meant that my dear friend Lulu, who volunteered to become my Final Aeon, would spend the next ten years suffering, waiting for the next Final Aeon to release her, and for what? The cycle would have continued, as it did before. I wanted to destroy Sin. I wanted it to be over. I wanted Spira to be free from this false hope that had enslaved us for so many centuries.
We defied Yevon's teachings. We defeated Lady Yunalesca in battle and continued the pilgrimage without the Final Aeon. We conquered Sin once and for all. Spira enjoys an eternal Calm, an opportunity to live in true peace at last. But how can we have peace when our entire religion was built on a lie? Who do we pray to now? The aeons are gone. The fayth are gone. They've stopped dreaming. They left our world to find their own peace, and they took two of my guardians with them. Sir Auron, of course. And Tidus.
The love of my life was only a dream, a remnant of a world that died a thousand years ago. When the fayth stopped dreaming, those things they dreamed ceased to exist. He told me he would be with me always, but he's gone now, a figment of a thousand imaginations, or the most beautiful dream I ever had. He exists only in my memories now.
There are times when I think my heart will split in two from the pain. There are times when I miss him so much, I want to curl up under my blankets and disappear. There are even times when I think, I shouldn't have done it. I should have allowed Lulu to become my Final Aeon. I should have followed the teachings. If I had, he would still be here with me. But then I realize that he wouldn't have wanted me to sacrifice my entire world for him to stay with me. After all, he knew what would happen to him once the fayth stopped dreaming. He knew he would cease to exist, yet he continued on the pilgrimage. He didn't tell me, even though he knew, because he wanted Spira to be free just as much as I did.
I miss him. I will always miss him. I will always dream of those blue eyes, that blond hair, the great city where he lived. But I will go on, because that's what he would want. I have my own life now-and I intend to live it.
Sweet dreams, Tidus.
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Hey, I hope you enjoyed this installment! I know it's bittersweet, I almost cried while I was writing it, but it does sort of fit the general mood of the game. I yearn for my tax return, which will enable my to buy my own PS2 and a copy of FFX. The one I played before belongs to my ex, so I don't have it anymore. Sucks to be me, ya? ;-)
I'm thinking to do Lulu next. I might write an entire story about her first pilgrimage-that's an intriguing thought. Ciao for now! Yunalesca78
Reflections, Chapter 3 Yuna: Summoner's Journey
Life is so strange. Just when you think you know what to expect, everything changes.
My pilgrimage, for instance. When I became a summoner, I was prepared to surrender my life in order to defeat Sin. I knew that I would have to take a dangerous journey around the world, visiting every temple, acquiring every aeon, to become strong enough to summon the Final Aeon and defeat Sin. I knew also that the final summoning would mean my death. The summoner dies, the guardians often die as well-but Spira is saved, free of Sin for another ten years.
And so I prepared for my own death. I apprenticed myself to the priests of Yevon, even against the advice of my closest friends. I learned the healing magic, my way of protecting those who would serve as my guardians. I learned to pray to the fayth, to hear their hymn. I learned the history of Spira, of Sin, and of the countless summoners who died to keep Sin at bay. Most important of all, I learned not only to stop fearing death, but to embrace it. After all, the priests taught me, I would be giving my life to protect all of Spira! Surely the lives of an entire world are more valuable than the lives of a handful of travelers! Of course, I agreed, because that was the way it was. So it was for my father, so it was for every summoner before him, and so it would be for me.
My friends didn't want me to go. There are many students of Yevon, they pointed out. Many of those are already training to become summoners. Some of them have already acquired their first aeons. Let one of them go, they pleaded. Stay here. Stay safe.
I told them I couldn't stay. How could anybody expect me to stand aside and wait, hoping someone else might be able to stop Sin? How could I just sit in Besaid, doing nothing, knowing that the others' pilgrimages might fail, that Sin might prevail, that my father's sacrifice might have been in vain after all? No, I had to go. I had to do my part, and my friends ultimately supported my decision, even volunteering to serve as my guardians. I've learned a lot about them.
Kimahri, my strong and silent companion, turned out to be the most noble Ronso I've ever met.
Wakka, who loved blitzball, gave up his career so I could pursue my own goals.
Lulu committed herself to a second pilgrimage, knowing the risks and the dangers, and acutely aware of the price of failure.
Rikku, my cousin and friend, did everything she could to help me-without the support of the Al Bhed, we never could have accomplished our mission.
Sir Auron, who guarded my father on his pilgrimage, returned to assist me, even though my success would mean the end of his existence.
And Tidus.
I still see him in my dreams. In those dreams, I remember our best moments together. Most often, I remember when we were in Luca, just before the Aurochs played the Goers. He told me that all I had to do was whistle, and he would come. He told me he would be with me always. Not just to the end. Always.
But that isn't the case now. You see, I learned the terrible truth about Sin. I learned that when the Final Aeon is summoned, Sin is not really defeated. Instead, the Final Aeon becomes Sin. That meant that my dear friend Lulu, who volunteered to become my Final Aeon, would spend the next ten years suffering, waiting for the next Final Aeon to release her, and for what? The cycle would have continued, as it did before. I wanted to destroy Sin. I wanted it to be over. I wanted Spira to be free from this false hope that had enslaved us for so many centuries.
We defied Yevon's teachings. We defeated Lady Yunalesca in battle and continued the pilgrimage without the Final Aeon. We conquered Sin once and for all. Spira enjoys an eternal Calm, an opportunity to live in true peace at last. But how can we have peace when our entire religion was built on a lie? Who do we pray to now? The aeons are gone. The fayth are gone. They've stopped dreaming. They left our world to find their own peace, and they took two of my guardians with them. Sir Auron, of course. And Tidus.
The love of my life was only a dream, a remnant of a world that died a thousand years ago. When the fayth stopped dreaming, those things they dreamed ceased to exist. He told me he would be with me always, but he's gone now, a figment of a thousand imaginations, or the most beautiful dream I ever had. He exists only in my memories now.
There are times when I think my heart will split in two from the pain. There are times when I miss him so much, I want to curl up under my blankets and disappear. There are even times when I think, I shouldn't have done it. I should have allowed Lulu to become my Final Aeon. I should have followed the teachings. If I had, he would still be here with me. But then I realize that he wouldn't have wanted me to sacrifice my entire world for him to stay with me. After all, he knew what would happen to him once the fayth stopped dreaming. He knew he would cease to exist, yet he continued on the pilgrimage. He didn't tell me, even though he knew, because he wanted Spira to be free just as much as I did.
I miss him. I will always miss him. I will always dream of those blue eyes, that blond hair, the great city where he lived. But I will go on, because that's what he would want. I have my own life now-and I intend to live it.
Sweet dreams, Tidus.
@}------
Hey, I hope you enjoyed this installment! I know it's bittersweet, I almost cried while I was writing it, but it does sort of fit the general mood of the game. I yearn for my tax return, which will enable my to buy my own PS2 and a copy of FFX. The one I played before belongs to my ex, so I don't have it anymore. Sucks to be me, ya? ;-)
I'm thinking to do Lulu next. I might write an entire story about her first pilgrimage-that's an intriguing thought. Ciao for now! Yunalesca78