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Chapter 2 - The Distant Future
~*~*~ about fifteen years later ~*~*~
"Ashura! . . . Ashura!!" Wakka yelled to his daughter through a window in their home. He waited for an answer, but didn't hear one. Wakka yelled once more ,"Ashura, baby time to come home, ya?!?" All that he heard was a nearby waterfall's constant gush. Wakka approached the front door and stepped outside. He listened carefully and took in the beauties of his beautiful home island of Besaid. "Ashura! HEY ASHURA!!" Wakka yelled so loud it seemed to echo for minutes. Yet again, no answer. Waka smacked himself in the forehead,' I shoulda known.' he thought to himself.
A long sigh escaped form Ashuhra's lips. She had a blitzball on her stomach while she floated atop the water's practically still surface. Her ears submerged, listening to every trickle of the water's movement. She could hear the waterfall and someof the colorful fish flapping their fins under and around her.
Ashura's eyes were open, her eyes resembled her mother's a deep red. She was soaking in all of the beauty of the slightly hidden grotto she had come to call 'Her Own'. She was surrounded by smooth black rockswith the crystal clear water running off them. The tall palms with their long rich green branches. Then there was her favorite, the hibiscus plants. A distant memory arose from the back of her mind.
~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~
Ashura could see herself as a little girl, about the age of five or six. She looked practically the same as she did now. She discarded her feminine changes and her height difference. She was picking the hibiscus, she already had about seven. She then stopped and approached a palm tree's massive trunk. Ashura picked up a freshly fallen green palm leaf. She began to thread the hibiscus on the palm leaf, and tied it around her neck. "Wow, wook what I did!" she said to herself admiring her home made jewelry. She then began to head to the exit of the grotto only getting her tiny feet wet.
Ashura stopped abruptly as she heard a rustling noise from behind her, and then turned around to direct her undivided attention to the sound. The bush began to move and a ghostly white floating ball protruded, with a following tail of irridescent light and colors. Ashura's mouth fell open and made a stance as if about to ruun, but something held her back. A child's curiosity is dangerous and she stayed to try and figure out what this 'stuff' was. The one ghostly ball multiplied into several, they seemed to take the shape of a human. Before there was time for her to think she got too scared and ran away.
~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~
The thought of the relived memory gave the fifteen year old chills. 'I wonder what it wanted?' Ashura thought to herself. She heard a muffled scream and jolted up into a sitting position. "Oh, it's you." she paused to smile her genuine smile,"Hey Daddy!" Ashura said cheerfully. "Hey Baby!" Wakka replied as his squinted eyes became more squinted from his "I just won a Blitz tournament" smile stretched across his face.
He glanced at her examining her for fresh wounds. Although Besiad feinds weren't too strong, they could still inflict much damage. Last week Ashura had come home with a giant gash on the backside of her shin. He saw her blitzball and wondered why she hadn't been practicing. "Ashuhra, umm, why aren't ya' practicin' Blitz?" he asked. "Oh, I drifted off in thought that's all." Ashura said wondering if she should tell him more or not.
Ashura only played with the Aurochs because her father once had and he wanted his legacy to live on. To her dismay she wasn't good with handling the ball at all. The only thing she was good at and knew how to do was to tackle. Her nickname was "Guarder". She would swim behind or beside whom ever had the ball in their position and would either protect them or tackle them.
"The playoffs are in two weeks baby, you've got to help us with one more game and then we'll be in the playoffs!" Wakka said as his voice escalated with his excitement. Although Wakka was a retired blitzer he was now the team sponsor and the official spokesperson. Ashura always thought of him as her personal cheerleader. "This time, just try not to hurt yourself or someone else." Wakka added. " Hehehe, okay Daddy, I'll. . .try. . .really hard!" Ashura assured him.
Ashura swam to the shore and hopped out of the shimmery pond. She looked back, sighed, and turned to look at her Daddy. She walked up beside him and put her arm arouind his waist. Wakka looked down at her, she wasn't much shorter than him anymore. As a return he put his arm around her shoulders. "You ready to go home?" Wakka asked her. "Ya!" Ashura responded teasingly, and then they headed back to their home.
On a road not too far from their home, Wakka and his daughter were laughing and joking around. Then a bush rustled and both of them turned in the direction of the sound. Almost immediately a thunder flan slithered out of the bush and mere feet away from them. The blitzball that had been touted under ashura's arm was now in Wakka's hand. Wakka had stepped in front of his daughter to protect her.
"Daddy it's just a thunder flan, and they don't call me Guarder for nothing." Ashura pleaded for a fight of her own. With a slight stall wakka answered ," Okay, but toss the ball back if you can't handle it, ya?" Ashura stepped in front of her father, smiled, and retrieved her yellow blitzball.
Ashura turned and readied herself to throw her weapon, but instead of screaming a battle cry she just stood there. She studied the odd swaying of the flan, and the sparks it let off. Ashura noticed the sudden upward movement just in time to hop out of the spell's way. At this, Wakka came to her,"Are you okay? I saw blood." As Ashura turned to face her father, Wakka'seyes went from worry to hate.
Wakka scooped up the ball, which had been dropped, and threw it with such power that the flan immediately fell to several pyreflies and they then flew away. Wakka didn't bother to retrieve his daughter's favorite special blitzball, but did pick up Ashura like a baby and broke out in a sprint.
Chapter 2 - The Distant Future
~*~*~ about fifteen years later ~*~*~
"Ashura! . . . Ashura!!" Wakka yelled to his daughter through a window in their home. He waited for an answer, but didn't hear one. Wakka yelled once more ,"Ashura, baby time to come home, ya?!?" All that he heard was a nearby waterfall's constant gush. Wakka approached the front door and stepped outside. He listened carefully and took in the beauties of his beautiful home island of Besaid. "Ashura! HEY ASHURA!!" Wakka yelled so loud it seemed to echo for minutes. Yet again, no answer. Waka smacked himself in the forehead,' I shoulda known.' he thought to himself.
A long sigh escaped form Ashuhra's lips. She had a blitzball on her stomach while she floated atop the water's practically still surface. Her ears submerged, listening to every trickle of the water's movement. She could hear the waterfall and someof the colorful fish flapping their fins under and around her.
Ashura's eyes were open, her eyes resembled her mother's a deep red. She was soaking in all of the beauty of the slightly hidden grotto she had come to call 'Her Own'. She was surrounded by smooth black rockswith the crystal clear water running off them. The tall palms with their long rich green branches. Then there was her favorite, the hibiscus plants. A distant memory arose from the back of her mind.
~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~
Ashura could see herself as a little girl, about the age of five or six. She looked practically the same as she did now. She discarded her feminine changes and her height difference. She was picking the hibiscus, she already had about seven. She then stopped and approached a palm tree's massive trunk. Ashura picked up a freshly fallen green palm leaf. She began to thread the hibiscus on the palm leaf, and tied it around her neck. "Wow, wook what I did!" she said to herself admiring her home made jewelry. She then began to head to the exit of the grotto only getting her tiny feet wet.
Ashura stopped abruptly as she heard a rustling noise from behind her, and then turned around to direct her undivided attention to the sound. The bush began to move and a ghostly white floating ball protruded, with a following tail of irridescent light and colors. Ashura's mouth fell open and made a stance as if about to ruun, but something held her back. A child's curiosity is dangerous and she stayed to try and figure out what this 'stuff' was. The one ghostly ball multiplied into several, they seemed to take the shape of a human. Before there was time for her to think she got too scared and ran away.
~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~
The thought of the relived memory gave the fifteen year old chills. 'I wonder what it wanted?' Ashura thought to herself. She heard a muffled scream and jolted up into a sitting position. "Oh, it's you." she paused to smile her genuine smile,"Hey Daddy!" Ashura said cheerfully. "Hey Baby!" Wakka replied as his squinted eyes became more squinted from his "I just won a Blitz tournament" smile stretched across his face.
He glanced at her examining her for fresh wounds. Although Besiad feinds weren't too strong, they could still inflict much damage. Last week Ashura had come home with a giant gash on the backside of her shin. He saw her blitzball and wondered why she hadn't been practicing. "Ashuhra, umm, why aren't ya' practicin' Blitz?" he asked. "Oh, I drifted off in thought that's all." Ashura said wondering if she should tell him more or not.
Ashura only played with the Aurochs because her father once had and he wanted his legacy to live on. To her dismay she wasn't good with handling the ball at all. The only thing she was good at and knew how to do was to tackle. Her nickname was "Guarder". She would swim behind or beside whom ever had the ball in their position and would either protect them or tackle them.
"The playoffs are in two weeks baby, you've got to help us with one more game and then we'll be in the playoffs!" Wakka said as his voice escalated with his excitement. Although Wakka was a retired blitzer he was now the team sponsor and the official spokesperson. Ashura always thought of him as her personal cheerleader. "This time, just try not to hurt yourself or someone else." Wakka added. " Hehehe, okay Daddy, I'll. . .try. . .really hard!" Ashura assured him.
Ashura swam to the shore and hopped out of the shimmery pond. She looked back, sighed, and turned to look at her Daddy. She walked up beside him and put her arm arouind his waist. Wakka looked down at her, she wasn't much shorter than him anymore. As a return he put his arm around her shoulders. "You ready to go home?" Wakka asked her. "Ya!" Ashura responded teasingly, and then they headed back to their home.
On a road not too far from their home, Wakka and his daughter were laughing and joking around. Then a bush rustled and both of them turned in the direction of the sound. Almost immediately a thunder flan slithered out of the bush and mere feet away from them. The blitzball that had been touted under ashura's arm was now in Wakka's hand. Wakka had stepped in front of his daughter to protect her.
"Daddy it's just a thunder flan, and they don't call me Guarder for nothing." Ashura pleaded for a fight of her own. With a slight stall wakka answered ," Okay, but toss the ball back if you can't handle it, ya?" Ashura stepped in front of her father, smiled, and retrieved her yellow blitzball.
Ashura turned and readied herself to throw her weapon, but instead of screaming a battle cry she just stood there. She studied the odd swaying of the flan, and the sparks it let off. Ashura noticed the sudden upward movement just in time to hop out of the spell's way. At this, Wakka came to her,"Are you okay? I saw blood." As Ashura turned to face her father, Wakka'seyes went from worry to hate.
Wakka scooped up the ball, which had been dropped, and threw it with such power that the flan immediately fell to several pyreflies and they then flew away. Wakka didn't bother to retrieve his daughter's favorite special blitzball, but did pick up Ashura like a baby and broke out in a sprint.
