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Chapter 2 : The Fallen Summoner
The town that was once known as Luca was now a pile of debris and rubble. The buildings that stood tall and gleamed with beauty were no longer there. The white stone that the city was built with that once shined as the sun's ray focused down upon it, was now black and cracked. The Blitzball stadium, the only source of happiness for the people of Spira, the only place where they may forget about their troubles was now just a pile of ashes. The sphere that was made out of water, where Blitzball players were play, was now only a memory, the sphere where people forgot of their worries and just concentrated about the game, perished.
Darkness covered the sky; the clouds still thick and the thunder roaring like the Thunder Plain's made up all of Spira. The only result from this day was suffering, many killed to fight for what he or she believed in, and then Sin came to destroy them all. There was no ray of hope that the race of human would get over this, this was a loss that cannot be rebuilt. Buildings may be rebuilt, but lost lives cannot.
A piece of rubble was moved to the side, as Hatsue using her remaining strength, pulled her head out from the pile of rubble which once consisted of the stadium. She pulled her arms out and rested them against the pile of rubble. She panted heavily trying to regain her oxygen, as she did not know how long she was trapped. Beads of sweat covered her face; blood trickled down from her many wounds. Her clothes were covered in dirt. Her hair became blotchy many strands of it becoming struck together and dirt was also in it. She was in no good condition. For minutes she just remained in that position looking at the entire city.
Along with the piles of rubble, there was also a field of dead people. This sight was truly horrifying, there was a pool of blood surrounding each one of these bodies, and none of them seemed to be alive. There must be at least a few survivors; it was most unlikely that she only survived. The swords, spears, and staff's these people once weild layed on the ground beside them. At the point of them was dry blood, showing that these people used those weapons to kill another of their kind.
After regaining as much strength as she can without getting a proper healing she dragged herself out of the pile of rubble. She used her staff to push some of the rubble away. Once she was on top of the rubble she panted heavily, as she used most of her strength and just laid on top of the pile. Raising one of her hands she hovered it over her heard and whispered, 'Cure' magic began to flow throughout her veins. Energy, which she had lost, was now replenished, the wounds began to close up, but there were still a few marks that they were once there. Most of her strength was recovered, but not all of it, as the spell was not very strong, and her wounds effect too deep.
She stood up and began to walk through the city, seeing if there were any other survivors. From what she can tell there weren't any, but she might of just missed seeing them. It was impossible to try and heal all of these people with the little white magic that she possessed, as she never practiced using spells that often, and even if she did use her magic she did not know if it would even help them that much, there was only one thing left that she can do.
Hatsue began to dance, the dance which everyone could identify, the sending. A dance that is preformed to send the souls of the dead to the Farplane where they can rest in peace. Only few people could guide these dead souls, she was one of them. She began to twirl her staff and dance, closing her eyes. She saw how her mother had taught her to dance like this, how it would somehow show the pyreflies the way. As she danced salty droplets began to roll down her cheeks, as she never wanted to perform such a duty in her life. She was one against all death, even if it is for a good cause. She stopped dancing, and put her staff up against her chest. She saw the many pyreflies escape from the bodies they once possessed, they swirled around like some sort of tornado, but they were going up towards the sky where they can have eternal peace. "It is the least of what they deserve for their actions. They may of fought to serve what they believed in, but Sin took it away from us, taking away that freedom. At least they can die in peace." She said to herself as she watched the pyreflies.
She turned around as she began to hear scratching noise from somewhere around her, in one of the piles of rubble. She began to look frantically, seeing as it may be a fiend or maybe another survivor. She looked behind her as she saw a hand ermge from it, and she quickly rushed to it to help. She bent down to her knees and pulled the hand dragging a man from out of the pile. The rocks in top of him buried inwards where his body once lay peacefully. Hatsue used the only healing spell she knew 'Cure' once again to heal him of most of his wounds.
"Thank you. for saving my life." He said quietly trying to gather his strength, as he said this he coughed up some blood which Hatsue just found a bit disturbing, at least he was recovering she thought. He lay on the blood-covered ground breathing heavily being on all fours. He then stood up, as the effects of the Cure spell kicked in.
He was slightly taller than Hatsue, only by an inch or two. He had a headband around his forehead, which pushed his hair up. His bangs were pushed off to his head. His eyes were dark brown, which showed such maturity like he has seen much in his life before. A dark skin tone, showing he has been to many warm places where one can tan. He had a average sized mans body frame, as he was neither scrawny, or husky. He wore all dark green. A dark green shirt that had cut off sleves and was a V-neck revealing some of his chest, dark pants that went all the way to his ankles; dark brown leather shoes encased his feet. Around his waist was a belt, which kept his sword; he was dressed like a warrior. She noticed he was not one who believed in Yevon, as no where on his clothes was the symbol of the religion.
"Were you the one who. preformed the . uh. sending? By the way I'm Ryun." He asked.
"Yes. It is in my blood to become a summoner, but I always have been reluctant to do it. to follow that path I always thought I had another destiny for me. But now I'm going to set off for my pilgrimage to acquire Aeon's and fight Sin, as I believe it is the only way. There was no point for all of these deaths today, maybe if someone stops Sin it will all stop . . ." She began to rant to herself out loud.
"I'm a warrior. I came from Kilika. People of who disbelieved in Yevon had taken over and I was forced to fight with them, but I always believed it was only a summoner who can truly defeat Sin." He said with a grin, as he can easily notice she was one with Yevon.
"Oh. Well I don't know if it is only a summoner who can solve all of this . . . I always believed in another way, but now I feel forced that this is the only way." She began to stop ranting to herself out loud and thought to herself why is she saying all of this to someone who probably does not care? And what in him made her trust him, she had no idea who he is.
Suddenly the sword inside of Ryun's stealth was revealed, Hatsue was too startled to move or anything thinking that he wanted to kill her. It was a long blade like any other warrior had, it gleamed with perfection as there was no signs that the sword was old or has been used that often. He threw it into the air, it colliding with a fiend that was about to pounce Hatsue. She looked over to the canine like fiend, which was now dead pyreflies being released and sent to the Farplane.
"Thanks for saving me." She said and bowed.
"No problem. Fiends are soon going to rampage through these lands, your sending was not soon enough. The ones who envy the living are now on Spira and going to try to kill those who survived. We must flee."
"Good plan. I can set off to Djose, where I can pray to the temple for Sin's defeating and I can be acquired with a Aeon."
"May I accompany you?"
She nodded. The two began to walk towards the outskirts of Luca, her pilgrimage for peace finally starting.
( Authors Note: Hope you guys liked it. Just review me with what you think. I know where this is going and I know this is not a normal pilgrimage like the one Yuna had where they visit all the temples and stuff, no worries. So stay tuned and review with what you think. thanks. )
Chapter 2 : The Fallen Summoner
The town that was once known as Luca was now a pile of debris and rubble. The buildings that stood tall and gleamed with beauty were no longer there. The white stone that the city was built with that once shined as the sun's ray focused down upon it, was now black and cracked. The Blitzball stadium, the only source of happiness for the people of Spira, the only place where they may forget about their troubles was now just a pile of ashes. The sphere that was made out of water, where Blitzball players were play, was now only a memory, the sphere where people forgot of their worries and just concentrated about the game, perished.
Darkness covered the sky; the clouds still thick and the thunder roaring like the Thunder Plain's made up all of Spira. The only result from this day was suffering, many killed to fight for what he or she believed in, and then Sin came to destroy them all. There was no ray of hope that the race of human would get over this, this was a loss that cannot be rebuilt. Buildings may be rebuilt, but lost lives cannot.
A piece of rubble was moved to the side, as Hatsue using her remaining strength, pulled her head out from the pile of rubble which once consisted of the stadium. She pulled her arms out and rested them against the pile of rubble. She panted heavily trying to regain her oxygen, as she did not know how long she was trapped. Beads of sweat covered her face; blood trickled down from her many wounds. Her clothes were covered in dirt. Her hair became blotchy many strands of it becoming struck together and dirt was also in it. She was in no good condition. For minutes she just remained in that position looking at the entire city.
Along with the piles of rubble, there was also a field of dead people. This sight was truly horrifying, there was a pool of blood surrounding each one of these bodies, and none of them seemed to be alive. There must be at least a few survivors; it was most unlikely that she only survived. The swords, spears, and staff's these people once weild layed on the ground beside them. At the point of them was dry blood, showing that these people used those weapons to kill another of their kind.
After regaining as much strength as she can without getting a proper healing she dragged herself out of the pile of rubble. She used her staff to push some of the rubble away. Once she was on top of the rubble she panted heavily, as she used most of her strength and just laid on top of the pile. Raising one of her hands she hovered it over her heard and whispered, 'Cure' magic began to flow throughout her veins. Energy, which she had lost, was now replenished, the wounds began to close up, but there were still a few marks that they were once there. Most of her strength was recovered, but not all of it, as the spell was not very strong, and her wounds effect too deep.
She stood up and began to walk through the city, seeing if there were any other survivors. From what she can tell there weren't any, but she might of just missed seeing them. It was impossible to try and heal all of these people with the little white magic that she possessed, as she never practiced using spells that often, and even if she did use her magic she did not know if it would even help them that much, there was only one thing left that she can do.
Hatsue began to dance, the dance which everyone could identify, the sending. A dance that is preformed to send the souls of the dead to the Farplane where they can rest in peace. Only few people could guide these dead souls, she was one of them. She began to twirl her staff and dance, closing her eyes. She saw how her mother had taught her to dance like this, how it would somehow show the pyreflies the way. As she danced salty droplets began to roll down her cheeks, as she never wanted to perform such a duty in her life. She was one against all death, even if it is for a good cause. She stopped dancing, and put her staff up against her chest. She saw the many pyreflies escape from the bodies they once possessed, they swirled around like some sort of tornado, but they were going up towards the sky where they can have eternal peace. "It is the least of what they deserve for their actions. They may of fought to serve what they believed in, but Sin took it away from us, taking away that freedom. At least they can die in peace." She said to herself as she watched the pyreflies.
She turned around as she began to hear scratching noise from somewhere around her, in one of the piles of rubble. She began to look frantically, seeing as it may be a fiend or maybe another survivor. She looked behind her as she saw a hand ermge from it, and she quickly rushed to it to help. She bent down to her knees and pulled the hand dragging a man from out of the pile. The rocks in top of him buried inwards where his body once lay peacefully. Hatsue used the only healing spell she knew 'Cure' once again to heal him of most of his wounds.
"Thank you. for saving my life." He said quietly trying to gather his strength, as he said this he coughed up some blood which Hatsue just found a bit disturbing, at least he was recovering she thought. He lay on the blood-covered ground breathing heavily being on all fours. He then stood up, as the effects of the Cure spell kicked in.
He was slightly taller than Hatsue, only by an inch or two. He had a headband around his forehead, which pushed his hair up. His bangs were pushed off to his head. His eyes were dark brown, which showed such maturity like he has seen much in his life before. A dark skin tone, showing he has been to many warm places where one can tan. He had a average sized mans body frame, as he was neither scrawny, or husky. He wore all dark green. A dark green shirt that had cut off sleves and was a V-neck revealing some of his chest, dark pants that went all the way to his ankles; dark brown leather shoes encased his feet. Around his waist was a belt, which kept his sword; he was dressed like a warrior. She noticed he was not one who believed in Yevon, as no where on his clothes was the symbol of the religion.
"Were you the one who. preformed the . uh. sending? By the way I'm Ryun." He asked.
"Yes. It is in my blood to become a summoner, but I always have been reluctant to do it. to follow that path I always thought I had another destiny for me. But now I'm going to set off for my pilgrimage to acquire Aeon's and fight Sin, as I believe it is the only way. There was no point for all of these deaths today, maybe if someone stops Sin it will all stop . . ." She began to rant to herself out loud.
"I'm a warrior. I came from Kilika. People of who disbelieved in Yevon had taken over and I was forced to fight with them, but I always believed it was only a summoner who can truly defeat Sin." He said with a grin, as he can easily notice she was one with Yevon.
"Oh. Well I don't know if it is only a summoner who can solve all of this . . . I always believed in another way, but now I feel forced that this is the only way." She began to stop ranting to herself out loud and thought to herself why is she saying all of this to someone who probably does not care? And what in him made her trust him, she had no idea who he is.
Suddenly the sword inside of Ryun's stealth was revealed, Hatsue was too startled to move or anything thinking that he wanted to kill her. It was a long blade like any other warrior had, it gleamed with perfection as there was no signs that the sword was old or has been used that often. He threw it into the air, it colliding with a fiend that was about to pounce Hatsue. She looked over to the canine like fiend, which was now dead pyreflies being released and sent to the Farplane.
"Thanks for saving me." She said and bowed.
"No problem. Fiends are soon going to rampage through these lands, your sending was not soon enough. The ones who envy the living are now on Spira and going to try to kill those who survived. We must flee."
"Good plan. I can set off to Djose, where I can pray to the temple for Sin's defeating and I can be acquired with a Aeon."
"May I accompany you?"
She nodded. The two began to walk towards the outskirts of Luca, her pilgrimage for peace finally starting.
( Authors Note: Hope you guys liked it. Just review me with what you think. I know where this is going and I know this is not a normal pilgrimage like the one Yuna had where they visit all the temples and stuff, no worries. So stay tuned and review with what you think. thanks. )