Soul Summoner


Awakening from the screaming pain of the nerves and glands of her body, Yuna's eyes slowly opened. A dark blue haze filled every cornor of a large room, and tall pillars that had been crafted there were slanted and curved as if someone had tried to ring them out like a wet washcloth. She lifted a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes as she let out a sigh... when everthing came back to her. She remembered only pieces of the encounter...


The ocean...


Besaid...


Memories of Tidus...


Flames that could not die at the touch of water...


Wakka and Lulu on the pier...


She sat up at a panicking speed, eyeing her arms, then hotching up her dress to reveal her legs...

No scars... no burnt skin... nothing...

Her skin was just as it had been before the encounter with the flames... but how did this all happen? Why did Lulu, one of her most trusted guardians, try to kill her? Just the thought of the sensuous but loving black mage trying to do such a thing seemed to stab Yuna in her heart... but what worried her the most was where she was now. She wasn't in Besaid... for all she knew, that was the first thing that made sense... and she was weaponless. She had no idea where her rod had landed, and it worried her to think what type of fiends might try to attack her... now that her Aeons had been sacrificed...

Instantly but causiously, Yuna began to search for her rod. However, she was more curious about this place. The summoner examined the area... the room was a tomb of some sort, she noticed the slanted pillars, small rooms and lofts carved and engraved into the stone walls, and small, inactive baisens here and there. Where she stood was a large uprised pillar of some sort about thirty feet wide in every angle, and shaped into a rectangular form. Surely, her rod was not on this pillar. Peering over the edge, Yuna noticed a two-hundred foot drop and a lower part to this chamber. Unknown beasts prowled in that area, hissing and growling, prancing around and engulfing bright orbs of light.

What kind of fiends are those...? I never encountered such beings in Spira... the summoner thought to herself.

At that moment, Yuna heard a clamping from behind her, as if one had leapt into the air, then landed on both feet with a more of a "pat" sound rather then a "thud!". Both of her eyes widened as a jolt of fear disguised as a chill shot up her spine and into her brain as she felt a sharp, powerful grip grasp her arm from behind her. Before she could scream, she felt a warm, almost burning substance at her back.

"Don't make one move, girl... I might be forced to rob your life from that lovely form you've come to inherate."

The voice was sleek, sinister and evil... but at the same time, had a tone of gentleness. The summoner didn't move an inch, fearing the rage and danger this being could possess. Her breath quivered as her body began to vibrate, shaking in her own fear.

"Who are you?" the voice hissed, causing a stream of sweat to roll down Yuna's face from her nervousness.

"I am... Summoner Yuna... from the Isle of Besaid..." she replied, only to recieve a tighter grip.

"Don't get smart with me, girl! I asked who you were, and unless you'd like an unpleasant death, I expect an answer!"

Whoever was speaking these venomous words of threatening anger had left three important details of who "it" was. The voice was that of a male, without a doubt. This seemed to give Yuna a huge disadvangtage, for he didn't seem to be the type who could be easily reasoned with or sweet-talked. The second detail was his iron grip, that didn't seem to be allowing the summoner to be released any time soon. And every time she would say something he never wanted to hear, the grip would get tighter. Her circulation flow in her arm seemed to realise this more then ever as her arm slowly but surely began to grow numb. The third was his dangerous temper... one which she feared the most, for he had threatened to kill her without even taking note that she was defenseless. Yuna swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had formed into a gulp as another stream of sweat formed... and she repeated her reply. This time, "he" released her with a force that sent her stumbling forward and falling to the ground on her stomach. As she turned to face her attacker, her eyes widened, containing so much fear that her jaws dropping and now-pale skin weren't even noticable.

Standing before her was a creature more demonic then any fiend or sinspawn she had ever encountered. He stood around seven feet of height, upright in the position of a man rather then one of those unsent, hunched-over demons in Spira. His form was mostly the remains of bone and muscle, but the creature had barely any flesh left on his body. The arms were muscular, both long and built, then forming into a set of three-taloned claws with an odd, glove-formed cloth wrapped around them from palm to the mid-biceps. He also carried a strong pair of legs that formed into a large pair of feet. From the ankle down the foot formed into not five toes, but two talons. The only visible bones were the ribcage, the pelvis and the spinal cord. Wrapped around the lower part of his mouth and covering his upper ribs and shoulders was a symbolised tabard of some sort, ruined and nearly fading.

His muscles and bones were all a shade of cerulean blue, but pouring from his scalp was a mess of black hair that fell to his cheekbones and fixed into small, dredlock-styled layers. What further interested the summoner was a set of ruined, ragged remains of what appeared to be a set of wings on his back, dangling lifelessly and without cartiledge and bones. Another interesting appearance was a glowing set of silver eyes without irises or pupils, as if his own spirit, hidden beneath this monstrous form, had removed the eyeballs and placed itself there to shine and glow. But was worried her was a long, spiraling green blade that enwrapped itself onto his right arm, then dropped from the middle talon to his ankle as a long, green sword of energy.

"It is so confusing how you are able to travel into the Spectral Realm... yet your heart hasn't stopped pounding." he stated, speaking his mind outloud to himself rather then the girl infront of him.

"I am... not sure how I came to be here, sir. I know nothing of my location... I have traveled all over Spira, but have never come across a place such as this..." Yuna replied sincerely as she rose to her feet.

The demon shook his head and sighed. From the looks of his reactions, he never heard of Spira... and his temper gauge reached sky high at the words "summoner" and "Besaid" for whatever reason. Relunctantly, he took a step for her, but already feared by his rage, let alone his appearance, Yuna stepped away. Again, he stepped forward, but Yuna continued to back away with each step he took. Losing patience with this rediculous procidure, the demon took a powerful leap and jumped for Yuna.

The summoner screamed, turning around to run as he approached her with great speed...

Only to see that she had reached the edge of the pillar...

Her footing was lost, one arm pinwheeled as her body was sent forward... and then she fell.

Screaming on her way down, Yuna was heading down a two-hundred foot drop head first for the ground. Her heart seemed to pound harder and faster as she screamed louder and louder as the ground seemed to be coming up to meet her. The strange demons prowling the area looked at the falling summoner, hearing her scream fill the chamber. They rushed to where her landing point would soon become... for whatever reason, wheither she survived the fall or not, she was going to die... either from the impact, or those creatures. Tears in her eyes, Yuna's mind raced and exchanged thoughts and memories... before finally she had to mentally speak six final words...

Tidus... I'll be joining you soon..."