Just Whistle
Disclaimer: I do not
Own any of the characters
But I own the story!
My thoughts, they kept floating up and then slipping through my fingers. Slipping away before I could. pin them down with words. A city dead for a thousand years. a city, I had to see with my own eyes. As I peered over the cliffs out into the horizon, I started to wonder, a thousand years ago, destroyed? I thought for a moment, was this really my Zanarkand? Everyone has been saying that this pile of ruble was my home? This definitely not how I remember it. I pondered for a while but a clear answer wouldn't brake through as my mind raced with different problems and thoughts. Then a thought struck me, this could be one of the last chapters in my story. Everyone was still at the calm lands hopefully all of them were still sleeping it is getting late. I was starring at the end of Yuna's journey. I closed my eyes remembering the night that Auron lured Sin in to Zanarkand, how I saw the stadium be destroyed and the city along with it. I also remember how we were engulfed in this light and everything went blank. I trembled at the thought. A gentle breeze combed its invisible fingers through my hair allowing myself to be a little less tense. My desires to go home grew massively. Pain started to course through my body. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before. At that moment I just felt like going home. I looked around slowly realizing that I was going to be stuck in Spira. forever, I wasn't going home. When I first came to Spira, I thought that Sin had taken me to a faraway place, that I could go back in a day or two. But A thousand years into the future. Yeah right!
Disclaimer: I do not
Own any of the characters
But I own the story!
My thoughts, they kept floating up and then slipping through my fingers. Slipping away before I could. pin them down with words. A city dead for a thousand years. a city, I had to see with my own eyes. As I peered over the cliffs out into the horizon, I started to wonder, a thousand years ago, destroyed? I thought for a moment, was this really my Zanarkand? Everyone has been saying that this pile of ruble was my home? This definitely not how I remember it. I pondered for a while but a clear answer wouldn't brake through as my mind raced with different problems and thoughts. Then a thought struck me, this could be one of the last chapters in my story. Everyone was still at the calm lands hopefully all of them were still sleeping it is getting late. I was starring at the end of Yuna's journey. I closed my eyes remembering the night that Auron lured Sin in to Zanarkand, how I saw the stadium be destroyed and the city along with it. I also remember how we were engulfed in this light and everything went blank. I trembled at the thought. A gentle breeze combed its invisible fingers through my hair allowing myself to be a little less tense. My desires to go home grew massively. Pain started to course through my body. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before. At that moment I just felt like going home. I looked around slowly realizing that I was going to be stuck in Spira. forever, I wasn't going home. When I first came to Spira, I thought that Sin had taken me to a faraway place, that I could go back in a day or two. But A thousand years into the future. Yeah right!
