This takes place entirely in the third person point of view.
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~~~The Final Road~~~
Bevelle
Auron paced around his room, lashing out occasionally at a pillow, or a drape, or maybe a chair, sometimes even a book. A noise behind him alerted him to a presence that was not quite right, it was neither alive nor dead, just their, animate, unfeeling... perhaps. He spun around to face it, "Bahamut! I thought... that Zali was calming you, have you spoken with her, is she safe?"
Bahamut stares at him, unblinking. "Go to the Maester's private office, her soul fades."
Auron's eyes widen in shock and he takes off running.
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Mount Gagazet
Two young Ronso fought, one noticeably smaller than the other. Suddenly the smaller Ronso drops to his knees and collapses, his spirit rushing off. In that instant his opponent cleaves off the top of his horn.
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Besaid
An infant not yet two years old cries, and the mother cannot quiet it.
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Maester's Private Office, Bevelle
The young girl's blood gushed forth from her wound, and she gasped one question, even as she sunk to the ground. "Why?" Even though deep in her heart she knew the answer, she wanted to know for herself. And then her head hit the ground and the only sound heard was that of the Maester's steady, quiet breathing. Then suddenly sound burst forth from all corners of the room, Auron burst in through the door, and the spirit of Beheyshee arrived in a fanfare of music. The Hymn of the Fayth reverberated from wall to wall, throughout the entire palace of Bevelle, and slowly did the Aeons come forth to pay their respects to the dying.
The red clad man dropped down beside her prone figure, and he dropped all pretenses and sobbed into her chest. His sobs were occasionally punctuated by murmurs of "I love you Zali, don't you dare die on me; don't you dare die on me." Braska entered the room minutes later, and he looked on the weeping figure of Auron with regret, and when he saw the bloody body of his sister his eyes turned stony. "Damn Yevon, DAMN YEVON! DAMN YEVON!" Auron yelled. "Forget being a damned Warrior Monk! I hereby renounce Yevon and all that it stands for!" he looked softly down at Zali, "I was too late my love, but I will protect our daughter to the end. And so too will I protect your brother."
The Maester watched with silent eyes the event that had just unfolded. He turned and smiled at the Aeons, "Good evening." They stared coldly at him. He tried again, "What brings you to my humble abode?" As one they glared at him, then they lifted their heads in song, as they sang, the body of Zaliestia faded into pyreflies and was swept to the Farplane. The diluted figure of Beheyshee stepped forward.
"We have granted her life eternal in the Farplane and The Realm of the Aeons. Now Maester, it is time for you to come with us."
The Maester nodded slowly, and the Aeons cast forth a gate to their realm. Shiva took him by the hand and led him through the gate, the other's stayed. His eyes widened in awe as he looked about their land, and then Shiva let go. "We deal with traitors in our own way."
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The End
*sniff* I realized I left myself a good opening to end the story… so… I ended it. That's pretty much all there is to it. It's my own view of why Auron fell out of favor with Yevon, and why he refused the hand of the Maester's daughter. Thank you all my reviewers who stuck with me. It meant a lot to me. *glomps you all and hands out your favorite candy, whatever it may be*
-Arcander-