The winds were quiet, and the breeze calm. Noise seemed to drift in and out, as if he was in a semi-conscience state of mind. He could still hear the echoes of the screams and the terror..... he could still see the past, the present, and the near future. What was he to make of it all? Pale winterblue eyes opened, like they had already several million times in his young life. But he met a sight unknown and unbecoming to his delicate mind.
Had he had the foresight to believe in himself and had he not tried to get away he would of never landed in this situation. Now young Devin was in more trouble then he had been when it had all started. He knew not where he was, or when he was. All he knew was that he was safe here, and he was in a warm nice bed. Devin opened his eyes, it took quite awhile for them to focus but when they did he smiled. All of that had been a dream, the terror he had felt was false. Nothing could harm him, not here at least, not at Zanarkand's best private school, The Bay of Manarka's Best and Finest Private School for Boys. Devin sat up in his rather comfy bed and took in his surroundings, a storm was coming in. That was most likely the source of his nightmares, as it always had been. Unlike his siblings, the sea was a source of dread. He could stand the ocean, it made him feel overwhelmed. And yet, he could not help but to be fascinated by the gentle ebb of the tides. And the subtle crashes and crests of the azure waves.
Devin could close his eyes and picture the sea; the way the houseboat would drift on the ocean in the storm. And the thick brine that stuck to the bottom of its hull, and the way his sister, Aura would laugh and hold him in her arms, when he had been little of course. And yet, he could still here the serene gentle laugh of his mother. And the roar of his father's anger, Jecht's own undoing. Devin shook his head as if he was calling fonder memories of his slight childhood. All that would come was the color of his sister's eyes. They were darker then the sea, almost as dark as the megacosm. In her eyes there shone a light that was unreachable, and yet undefinable. It was as if, Aura had lived in a different world all of her life. As if her whole existence had been a dream, and he had just woke up from it. It was as if he had been in the desert, and had been running towards a mirage. Or a fata morgana, a vision, a fabrication, a pigment of his own imagination. Yet he reached towards his nightstand, and felt for the picture of his family, he held it up in the moonlight making his way towards the window. In the picture was his sisters, Alley and Aura, his two brothers, Leo and Tidus. And Auron who stood beside his sister quietly, sad shadows covering his face. They could never get a decent picture of Auron, his face seemed oddly shaped and shadows played across it most of the time.
In the reflection of his sister's cosmic eyes, he noticed something strange in the ocean. Devin turned, his eyes first focusing on the sky. The stars were out, and the moon shone down making the sea reflect the cosmopolitan view mingle with Zanarkand's metropolitan reflection on the calm waters. Devin's winterblue eyes drifted to the horizon, the place where the sea and ebon night met there stood a thunderstorm. He could see the lightning coming down in blue streaks of light, hitting the water with tremendous heat and force. In the distance, he could hear the thunder melding in with The Hymn of the Fayth. His eyes focused on something that could not be explained in logical terms. It seemed to be a orb of water..... The reflection of the electrical storm shone upon it, it was as if the phenomena was made of the elements. The bolts of lightning reflected on its surface, it seemed to be made of water, the lights of Zanarkand looked like fire reflecting on a lake, and the wind stirred in its wake.
Devin could not take his eyes off the object, he was mesmerized by the sheer size and the obminsty of the object. His eyes widened as the orb took its course towards his home, toward the Blitzball staduim possed out in the water. Where he knew his brother, Tidus would be playing a game at this very moment. The lights of the stadium were unwavered, they still glowed happily on the surface of the sea. And if he listened closely he could hear the cheers of Tidus's fans, all of whom would met their fate on this night of legacy. Suddenly, the city burst into flames! Burning, seething, searing, with colossal smoke and destruction raging across Devin's beloved city.
Devin watched, while his brother was surely killed . . . While his home, and his very life burned in the aftermath of this strange occurence. He stood up, his eyes wide with shock, he stumbled over to the window. His hands gripping the wooden sill. Devins knuckles were white as snow, not letting his vice grip of the frame let go. Tears poured down his face, as he slowly kept on repeating, "no . . . NO!"
Yet no one heard his whispered pleads for his brothers life, and his silent denials of the destruction of his home city, Zanarkand. His eyes closed, and he let the tears fall unrestrained like raindrops from a cloud . . . Devin, concentrated as he felt distant yet approaching rumbles, his eyes opened shocked. He saw tidal waves flowing in towards his school, he had no time to warn his friends when the sea broke the window and swept him from his very perch. The last thing he remembered was the swirl of strange lights, and a soft tug at his body as he was lifted up into the air. Oddly enough, he thought that what was lifting him up in the air, was the last person he wanted to see. Jecht . . .
Had he had the foresight to believe in himself and had he not tried to get away he would of never landed in this situation. Now young Devin was in more trouble then he had been when it had all started. He knew not where he was, or when he was. All he knew was that he was safe here, and he was in a warm nice bed. Devin opened his eyes, it took quite awhile for them to focus but when they did he smiled. All of that had been a dream, the terror he had felt was false. Nothing could harm him, not here at least, not at Zanarkand's best private school, The Bay of Manarka's Best and Finest Private School for Boys. Devin sat up in his rather comfy bed and took in his surroundings, a storm was coming in. That was most likely the source of his nightmares, as it always had been. Unlike his siblings, the sea was a source of dread. He could stand the ocean, it made him feel overwhelmed. And yet, he could not help but to be fascinated by the gentle ebb of the tides. And the subtle crashes and crests of the azure waves.
Devin could close his eyes and picture the sea; the way the houseboat would drift on the ocean in the storm. And the thick brine that stuck to the bottom of its hull, and the way his sister, Aura would laugh and hold him in her arms, when he had been little of course. And yet, he could still here the serene gentle laugh of his mother. And the roar of his father's anger, Jecht's own undoing. Devin shook his head as if he was calling fonder memories of his slight childhood. All that would come was the color of his sister's eyes. They were darker then the sea, almost as dark as the megacosm. In her eyes there shone a light that was unreachable, and yet undefinable. It was as if, Aura had lived in a different world all of her life. As if her whole existence had been a dream, and he had just woke up from it. It was as if he had been in the desert, and had been running towards a mirage. Or a fata morgana, a vision, a fabrication, a pigment of his own imagination. Yet he reached towards his nightstand, and felt for the picture of his family, he held it up in the moonlight making his way towards the window. In the picture was his sisters, Alley and Aura, his two brothers, Leo and Tidus. And Auron who stood beside his sister quietly, sad shadows covering his face. They could never get a decent picture of Auron, his face seemed oddly shaped and shadows played across it most of the time.
In the reflection of his sister's cosmic eyes, he noticed something strange in the ocean. Devin turned, his eyes first focusing on the sky. The stars were out, and the moon shone down making the sea reflect the cosmopolitan view mingle with Zanarkand's metropolitan reflection on the calm waters. Devin's winterblue eyes drifted to the horizon, the place where the sea and ebon night met there stood a thunderstorm. He could see the lightning coming down in blue streaks of light, hitting the water with tremendous heat and force. In the distance, he could hear the thunder melding in with The Hymn of the Fayth. His eyes focused on something that could not be explained in logical terms. It seemed to be a orb of water..... The reflection of the electrical storm shone upon it, it was as if the phenomena was made of the elements. The bolts of lightning reflected on its surface, it seemed to be made of water, the lights of Zanarkand looked like fire reflecting on a lake, and the wind stirred in its wake.
Devin could not take his eyes off the object, he was mesmerized by the sheer size and the obminsty of the object. His eyes widened as the orb took its course towards his home, toward the Blitzball staduim possed out in the water. Where he knew his brother, Tidus would be playing a game at this very moment. The lights of the stadium were unwavered, they still glowed happily on the surface of the sea. And if he listened closely he could hear the cheers of Tidus's fans, all of whom would met their fate on this night of legacy. Suddenly, the city burst into flames! Burning, seething, searing, with colossal smoke and destruction raging across Devin's beloved city.
Devin watched, while his brother was surely killed . . . While his home, and his very life burned in the aftermath of this strange occurence. He stood up, his eyes wide with shock, he stumbled over to the window. His hands gripping the wooden sill. Devins knuckles were white as snow, not letting his vice grip of the frame let go. Tears poured down his face, as he slowly kept on repeating, "no . . . NO!"
Yet no one heard his whispered pleads for his brothers life, and his silent denials of the destruction of his home city, Zanarkand. His eyes closed, and he let the tears fall unrestrained like raindrops from a cloud . . . Devin, concentrated as he felt distant yet approaching rumbles, his eyes opened shocked. He saw tidal waves flowing in towards his school, he had no time to warn his friends when the sea broke the window and swept him from his very perch. The last thing he remembered was the swirl of strange lights, and a soft tug at his body as he was lifted up into the air. Oddly enough, he thought that what was lifting him up in the air, was the last person he wanted to see. Jecht . . .
