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~~~Silence Marred by Blood~~~
"Maester! It's the Aeons, they are breaking free! You must come and help us!"
The Maester's eyes widened and he looked around; clearing his throat he said, "Of course I will..." he was cut off mid-sentence as I laid my hand oh his arm.
"I will take care of it; do not worry over it. Go and inform the people of Yevon that all is being taken care of. Allow them to take false safety in their misguided beliefs."
I smiled disarmingly at the older man and lightly kissed Auron on the cheek before gracefully walking in and entering the trials below Bevelle Temple. After walking through these trials for the first time in my life, I became even more assured that those in the hierarchy of Yevon were nothing more than hypocritical old men and women.
I paused once I entered the room in which the Guardians would customarily wait on the summoner. The sliding door which leads into the Chamber of the Fayth was being held closed by two men, and seven others had their guns trained on the door. I cleared my throat and one of the men whirled about, wildly firing in my direction. Sidestepping, but not quickly enough, the bullet struck my arm, grazing the skin.
"Stop, I will be taking care of this difficulty." I brushed past the men, ignoring the blood trickling down my arm. I knocked aside the men's hands that were 'holding' the door closed and gently touched the door. The door slowly slid up, and I ducked under it before it reached the top of its path.
The door slammed down behind me with a thud. I quietly sang the Song of Bahamut, that which was later incorporated into the Hymn of the Fayth. Actually, the Hymn had been written, and had been practiced in private. But at the scheduled time for it to be given to the public, plans changed, and the melody lay dormant in the heart of a girl no longer a child. Now this girl prepared to confront an Aeon and send it peacefully back to its home. This girl, as you may have guessed, is myself.
"Bahamut," I whispered quietly to the slightly calmed Aeon, "Dear friend, what troubles you?" I softly walked up to him and lay my hand on his foreleg.
"It comes!" his voice was harsh... rough... anguished. It was a cry of pain, a plea for help.
"What comes?" I whisper, my voice quiet and soothing.
"It does! It will be upon us!"
"What will, dear friend?"
"It... comes!"
"Please, Bahamut! Tell me, I cannot help... if..."
"It hurts us! It comes... it kills us... it hurts us! It is always here!"
"What is...? Yevon? Are you speaking of Yevon, dear friend, answer me, I beg of you!"
"Yevon... yes... Yevon... infernal Yu Yevon and is cult. Infernal Yevon and his Sin, his Sin that if it goes unchecked will slay us all!"
"What must I do?"
"It goes stronger, Sin does. It grows stronger, and when it reaches the strength of previous ages, it will grow stronger still, and it will never stop growing in strength until someone ends it once and for all!"
"Who? You can't... I am not... no, I am not a summoner! I cannot destroy Sin!"
"You, no, you will not... but your role is vital, and if it is not done, nothing shall go as is intended."
"When, is it soon?"
"It is not now; you will know when the time comes to pass. Now leave, it is time for me to slumber once again."
I smiled up at him and lightly brushed a kiss on his scaly cheek, letting him know that I would take care of things, and then I turned around and slowly walked out, raising the entrance... calmly stepping out. "Bahamut is calmed, you may return to the palace," I said.
A warrior monk stepped forward, "They've been given new orders, the Maester wishes to speak with you, we are to escort you to him." He glanced over at me, as if considering whether or not to tell me more, "He said it was concerning your religion."
"Well, the Maester knows where my beliefs stand, and they shall not be changed."
"Humor us."
"Why should I?"
"We'll shoot."
I shook my head and sighed, "And I just went to all of that work too..."
"What work?" The man asked suspiciously.
"Why calming Bahamut down, of course. If you were to start firing at me, it would no doubt aggravate him. And unless you want to have to deal with a pissed off Aeon, whose friend has just been attacked... not to mention has just been awoken from his slumber, I would suggest rephrasing your statement."
The man took an involuntary step backwards and coughed. "Err... yes, the Maester wishes to speak with you on a matter of delicacy, and if you would be so kind as to allow me to escort you, I would be honored to take you to the specified place of meeting."
"Much better." I smiled at him. "Why sir, you are too kind. I would hate to inconvenience you, but if you insist..."
"I do milady, it is no inconvenience."
"Actually sir, that would be, 'My Lady' not 'milady'."
"Forgive me mila—err... My Lady...?"
"Zaliestia. But of course if you are going to call me by my name, sir, you would call me, Lady Zaliestia of the House of the Dying Rose."
"As you wish My Lady. I shall announce to all that I see that the Lady Zaliestia of the House of the Dying Rose is truly the most beautiful rose of all, and that all the her House may be that of the Dying Rose, she herself is far from having a single petal wilt. And any tears that she may shed are like dew on a silken petal of a blooming rose." He paused and looked at me, "Is that enough formality for you, My Lady?"
"More than enough, but my tears are more like the torrent tides of a dam that has just broken, and they caused more noise than a herd of elephants; but of course, if you want to flatter me... you're more than welcome too." I paused and looked up at him, "Enough formalities, Sir Monk, the Maester, curse his soul to oblivion, is waiting for us."
"Lady! You should not speak so of our Maester."
"He is not my anything, but do lead the way, you said he wished to speak of religion with me. One way or another, our differences of beliefs will come to accord, either I will back down, or he will accept my beliefs and we will both go on our pseudo-merry ways."
"As you wish," the man's face is set and he slowly led the way up to the Maester's office. "He is awaiting you in there."
"You should announce me, so he knows that you followed through with your duties. For it is all too common for a man in a position of power to believe that his underlings are not following his orders, and you wouldn't want that to happen, now would you?"
He jerks his head downwards in a nod, "It is as you say, Lady." He pounds on the door. "Lady Zaliestia is here."
"No, no, no. I am Lady Zaliestia of the House of the Dying Rose, and you will address me as such."
"Forgive me Maester, I erred, Lady Zaliestia of the House of the Dying Rose is here, at your request. If I may show her in and go back to my station?"
"It is not for the soldier to suggest his own orders," I said, trying to keep from laughing. I tapped on the door and opened it. "Maester," I smiled demurely up at him as I dipped into a small curtsy, "You requested my presence?"
"Yes child, I did." He turned to the warrior monk and said, "Leave us."
The man pivoted on his heel and left.
I closed the door behind me and slowly turned around. A shot rang out, loud, clear, and close. Blood spurted from my chest as the bullet passed through flesh and sunk into bone. I screamed. A loud, high-pitched, shrill sound that continued on as I slumped to the floor, when my head struck the ground, sound stopped. The only noise present was the steady breathing of the Maester, and the dripping of blood as is splashed onto the floor."
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No, it is not finished. No, no, and no. Please bear with me, all will be revealed in due time.
-Arcander-