The mid-day sun blazed as Yuna layed in the cove, contemplating her situation. The blue sea reflected in her eyes as she gazed idly into it. She thought about the time she and Tidus where together on the airship. Their last coversation. His last words jabbed at her heart as she thought of them. She could recall the movement of his lips as he spoke them, and last mournful look in his eyes as he gazed back at her before he made his leap. The final action of his life...
A large figure made his way down the long trail of the isle of Besaid. His shaggy blue fur shined in the sun, and he walked and his eyes were topaz with black slits for pupils. His face was serious and solemn. As he traveled the trail he enjoyed the warmth and sun of the island. His homeland was in the harsh fridgid mountains of Gagazet, a place he had learned to call home once again, thanks to Yuna. She was the reason he had returned to Besaid.
As the creature made his way to town, people squinted their eyes and stared at him accusingly. He was of the Ronso clan, which had a reputation for being violent and ignorant. However this Ronso was wise beyond his years. He walked by silently, knowing what they were think. He was used to it though. From town he took the path to the beach, in hope to find Yuna. He knew where she'd used to go when she was upset. He was her guardian for nearly all her life and remembered the last time she was this upset...
...Rain fell heavilly towards the ground, as a distressed ronso frantically searched for someone. The rain dripped from his whiskers, onto the spear he cluched in his hand. He was ready to fight for the person he was looking for. He ran through the town of besaid, as the fearful eyes of children stared at him going through the storm. The ronso found a winding trail towards a cove. As he took it, he gasped as he saw a young girl standing near the violent waves of the sea. She appeared to be crying, and of what the ronso knew. He rushed towards her and brought her away from the angry sea. She sobbed harder as the ronso lifted her up and brought her away from the ocean. Her pretty eyes, were now red with tears as she spoke the word between panting from crying: "Daddy"...
The Ronso shook his head, as he came out of his memory of the past. He figured out where he must go to find Yuna...
Yuna got to her feet and walked to the shore slowly, as if her feet had a mind of their own. She cast her eyes upon the distant horizon. It looked so far away as if it were a balloon released into the wind, drifting higher and higher until it was a mere pin-prick against the clouds. It glowed and burned beautifully like the fire... the fire which Yuna first spoke to him.
She turned her head and saw the young blond boy talking to the other men. He seemed excited as he discussed the important past-time of Spira: Blitzball. She couldn't help but stare, while the elders discussed matters of the Isle of Besaid. Their voices seemed to be far-off, like the hymm from the temple when Yuna strolled on the beach. All her attention was focused on this boy, his actions and his words.
"We have a new goal! To win!" he said thrusting his arm in the air to show his excitment. The men around him exchanged glances and after a nod fron the coach, Wakka, they all thrust their fists in the air likewise.
"To win!" the team chanted... but Tidus noticed the beatiful girl's stare, which he returned. The fire's embers burned close to her and made her amazing eyes shine bright. She was the summoner... the summoner from the temple. The thoughts clicked into his head as he began to walk towards Yuna. She quickly looked at her feet as he walked to her, embarrased.
As he got to the fire and started to speak, the elders stopped conversing and gave Tidus rude, dissaproving looks. "What do you want from the summoner?" one man snapped and Tidus took step back, not meaning to make the man mad. "Stay away from the summoner!" an older lady said as the fire's light illuminated the wrinkles on her ancient face.
Yuna stepped up to intefere. She didn't want to scare him away. "Please... it was my fault. Let me talk to him." The elder lady murmered nervously and then nodded slowly. Her non trusting stare never left the blond boy that stood close to Yuna...
A fresh breeze blew across Yuna's face as she came out of the trance of recollection. To her surprised, she was a ronso coming towards her. She recognized him in an instant and shouted "Kimahri!" She had not seen him in a long time and smiled, though she felt hollow inside.
A large figure made his way down the long trail of the isle of Besaid. His shaggy blue fur shined in the sun, and he walked and his eyes were topaz with black slits for pupils. His face was serious and solemn. As he traveled the trail he enjoyed the warmth and sun of the island. His homeland was in the harsh fridgid mountains of Gagazet, a place he had learned to call home once again, thanks to Yuna. She was the reason he had returned to Besaid.
As the creature made his way to town, people squinted their eyes and stared at him accusingly. He was of the Ronso clan, which had a reputation for being violent and ignorant. However this Ronso was wise beyond his years. He walked by silently, knowing what they were think. He was used to it though. From town he took the path to the beach, in hope to find Yuna. He knew where she'd used to go when she was upset. He was her guardian for nearly all her life and remembered the last time she was this upset...
...Rain fell heavilly towards the ground, as a distressed ronso frantically searched for someone. The rain dripped from his whiskers, onto the spear he cluched in his hand. He was ready to fight for the person he was looking for. He ran through the town of besaid, as the fearful eyes of children stared at him going through the storm. The ronso found a winding trail towards a cove. As he took it, he gasped as he saw a young girl standing near the violent waves of the sea. She appeared to be crying, and of what the ronso knew. He rushed towards her and brought her away from the angry sea. She sobbed harder as the ronso lifted her up and brought her away from the ocean. Her pretty eyes, were now red with tears as she spoke the word between panting from crying: "Daddy"...
The Ronso shook his head, as he came out of his memory of the past. He figured out where he must go to find Yuna...
Yuna got to her feet and walked to the shore slowly, as if her feet had a mind of their own. She cast her eyes upon the distant horizon. It looked so far away as if it were a balloon released into the wind, drifting higher and higher until it was a mere pin-prick against the clouds. It glowed and burned beautifully like the fire... the fire which Yuna first spoke to him.
She turned her head and saw the young blond boy talking to the other men. He seemed excited as he discussed the important past-time of Spira: Blitzball. She couldn't help but stare, while the elders discussed matters of the Isle of Besaid. Their voices seemed to be far-off, like the hymm from the temple when Yuna strolled on the beach. All her attention was focused on this boy, his actions and his words.
"We have a new goal! To win!" he said thrusting his arm in the air to show his excitment. The men around him exchanged glances and after a nod fron the coach, Wakka, they all thrust their fists in the air likewise.
"To win!" the team chanted... but Tidus noticed the beatiful girl's stare, which he returned. The fire's embers burned close to her and made her amazing eyes shine bright. She was the summoner... the summoner from the temple. The thoughts clicked into his head as he began to walk towards Yuna. She quickly looked at her feet as he walked to her, embarrased.
As he got to the fire and started to speak, the elders stopped conversing and gave Tidus rude, dissaproving looks. "What do you want from the summoner?" one man snapped and Tidus took step back, not meaning to make the man mad. "Stay away from the summoner!" an older lady said as the fire's light illuminated the wrinkles on her ancient face.
Yuna stepped up to intefere. She didn't want to scare him away. "Please... it was my fault. Let me talk to him." The elder lady murmered nervously and then nodded slowly. Her non trusting stare never left the blond boy that stood close to Yuna...
A fresh breeze blew across Yuna's face as she came out of the trance of recollection. To her surprised, she was a ronso coming towards her. She recognized him in an instant and shouted "Kimahri!" She had not seen him in a long time and smiled, though she felt hollow inside.