Achilles' Last Stand
And once again he is faced with a choice. It is a choice he has come up against more times than anyone should ever have to. Oh yes, some of the factors have changed. Still, when all of the external was pushed aside, it came down to the same thing.
Do you let him die, then? After all things that have happened, can you still let this go on?
And once more, his resolve wavered.
What a farce it was. Legendary guardian. A title tacked on by those who had sat quietly behind, now declaring and embracing the lie. It was something to wrap things up very neatly, a happy ending to the story that could have none. They ignore the obvious. The outcasts were now reclaimed and rejoiced by the very ones who had rejected them. They paid no heed to the last man. They do not speak of Jecht in their high councils; his statue graced no temples. The others may have once been called heretics, but they were palatable to the public and anyone who loved an underdog. The other was an anomaly. His ranting hit on a subject too near and dear to their hearts. The man from Zanarkand was simply ignored and in the end, forgotten by most. That was what angered him the most, out of all of Yevon's wrongs.
So he was the legendary one? He, the one who had failed so completely and utterly? He had lost Braska, he had lost Jecht, and he had lost himself. He may not have been able to stop Braska, who had resigned himself to martyrdom long ago. Yet he could have taken Jecht's place. He should have been Braska's fayth. He should not have let Jecht, a far better man than he, go on to such an end. Jecht would have been able to survive such a thing. Instead, he had blindly rushed on, his head comprehending only vengeance, to the other legend who had let this sin occur. Perhaps he truly had meant to strike her down, or maybe he had meant to end his life because he was too weak to do it by his own hands, to go down in battle with a blaze of glory like his comrades in arms. She struck him down and he died, but he did not rest. A promise still bound him.
Now it comes to a catalyst. The cycle did not end, it went on even now. The choice had come back once again. Once again, he had to choice to let his friend die by his hand. Never mind that Jecht longed for death as much as he did. Once more his resolve wavers and he has no mind for infinite possibilities.
"You're late, Auron."
There are no words now, for he sees how it must be. This time the cycle will end. "I know."
Achilles' Last Stand belongs to Led Zeppelin. Final Fantasy X belongs to Squaresoft . Suing me would garner nothing but the beat up computer I typed this on. Hope you liked the fic.
And once again he is faced with a choice. It is a choice he has come up against more times than anyone should ever have to. Oh yes, some of the factors have changed. Still, when all of the external was pushed aside, it came down to the same thing.
Do you let him die, then? After all things that have happened, can you still let this go on?
And once more, his resolve wavered.
What a farce it was. Legendary guardian. A title tacked on by those who had sat quietly behind, now declaring and embracing the lie. It was something to wrap things up very neatly, a happy ending to the story that could have none. They ignore the obvious. The outcasts were now reclaimed and rejoiced by the very ones who had rejected them. They paid no heed to the last man. They do not speak of Jecht in their high councils; his statue graced no temples. The others may have once been called heretics, but they were palatable to the public and anyone who loved an underdog. The other was an anomaly. His ranting hit on a subject too near and dear to their hearts. The man from Zanarkand was simply ignored and in the end, forgotten by most. That was what angered him the most, out of all of Yevon's wrongs.
So he was the legendary one? He, the one who had failed so completely and utterly? He had lost Braska, he had lost Jecht, and he had lost himself. He may not have been able to stop Braska, who had resigned himself to martyrdom long ago. Yet he could have taken Jecht's place. He should have been Braska's fayth. He should not have let Jecht, a far better man than he, go on to such an end. Jecht would have been able to survive such a thing. Instead, he had blindly rushed on, his head comprehending only vengeance, to the other legend who had let this sin occur. Perhaps he truly had meant to strike her down, or maybe he had meant to end his life because he was too weak to do it by his own hands, to go down in battle with a blaze of glory like his comrades in arms. She struck him down and he died, but he did not rest. A promise still bound him.
Now it comes to a catalyst. The cycle did not end, it went on even now. The choice had come back once again. Once again, he had to choice to let his friend die by his hand. Never mind that Jecht longed for death as much as he did. Once more his resolve wavers and he has no mind for infinite possibilities.
"You're late, Auron."
There are no words now, for he sees how it must be. This time the cycle will end. "I know."
Achilles' Last Stand belongs to Led Zeppelin. Final Fantasy X belongs to Squaresoft . Suing me would garner nothing but the beat up computer I typed this on. Hope you liked the fic.