.-.-.-. NARRATION (beginning and end) (words italicized within
narration are spoken by another person)
CHAPTER 11
These words stung Elohim. "You do not trust us?" questioned the valet, the weight of these words made him slump dejectedly, his eyes locked on the stone walkway. "No! It's not that..." retorted Landien, turning quickly to face Elohim. "It's just that I do not know either one of you that well," he explained. This made the younger man brighten-up, wanting to hear the rest. "And surely you do not know me that well." Continued the summoner.
"And I don't think I'm worthy of your generous offer." Reasoned Landien dolefully. "But if you were to get to know us, would you trust us then?" asked Elohim meekly, unsure of his actions. The summoner did not reply. "I could tell you all there is to know about us." Elaborated the younger man, looking to Landien hopefully.
"Very well, if you would be so kind." Said the summoner with a small smile as he sat next to the silver-haired youth. "Then allow me to begin." Said Elohim.
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I was born into this life... a life of servitude. Even before my Al Bhed mother had bore me into this world, I was destined to serve in the house of Odevaker.
"An Al Bhed mother?"
Yes, that is right. My mother was an Al Bhed. Her name was Varri. I never knew her for she died giving birth to me. My father told me that they had met on one of the routine deliveries. She was traveling down the Mi'ihen Highroad just like him. They fell in love the first time they laid eyes on each other. My father also told me that her death was not my fault. That it was inevitable due to her two previous miscarriages. He said that she was too weak to recover from me.
Now my father, Adrodin, is Lord Mezaro Odevaker's steward.
"Just as you are to Olin?"
Yes. It was father who trained me as a child and he still does, whenever I am at Bevelle. He teaches me the skills of a Steward in the house of Odevaker. My training encompasses everything from basic serving manners to business to fighting to torturing. There is absolutely nothing I am not willing or not capable of doing in the service of my Master. I am very ready and willing to die for Olin or for his father, if the need ever arises.
"Is that why you are offering to become my guardian? Because Olin asked you to?"
Yes it is. But please allow me to explain everything.
"All right..."
Now, my bloodline is that of an unorthodox mix between the Guado, Al Bhed and human races. For nearly a hundred generations, my ancient family has been a fusion between these bloodlines. And for about the last twenty, we have been in the service of the noble Odevakers. How this came to be, no one knows.
You see, every since the beginning of our servitude, the eldest and always only child of our family became the Steward or guardian of the heir to the Odevaker legacy; also it is the duty of the Steward to father or mother a child to continue this cycle.
Anyway, as a child of only seven I began my service under Lord Olin, he was fifteen then. Of course, I was still learning much from my father at that time and with the exception of serving and assisting him with menial chores, I did not get to use any of these skills until I turned thirteen, which was only four years ago. Olin had just turned twenty-one and Lord Odevaker had given him the responsibility of the delivery routes.
On the very first one, I almost died. If it weren't for Olin, I would have.
"He saved you?"
Yes... and he also suffered much because of it.
"What do you mean?"
The fiend had punctured one of his lungs and had barely missed his heart. That's why he is how he is now, frail... because of careless, little me. You see, I had never taken my duties seriously before that day. I was a slacker. Olin had even covered-up my mistakes several times.
But the worst thing was that, I hated being what I am... a Steward. I had also hated Olin because he symbolized everything that I was taught to emulate but could never become. I never saw how kind, generous and forgiving he was. Back then, I had believed myself to be some lowly slave. I had never realized how dignified my position was.
"How so?"
A personal Steward is above the ranks of a household worker or slave. We are smarter, more well-mannered... cleaner and better paid. But we are still below the status of a free man, whether he be a Maester or a fisherman. We are taught things that we are to use in order to aid our masters; we could even use them for our own gain. But we would still be considered a quasi- slave. But we had the respect of others. You see we are considered to be a part of our Master, hence, we are as respected as our Masters.
Anyway, after that day, I swore to do all that was in my power to help, protect and please Lord Olin. I had sworn to never disobey him or disrespect him ever. I was willing to make him my god. But Olin would not have that, instead, he made me swear to be his dear friend and confidant.
I have been that ever since.
"Tell me, what is Olin like?"
He is honest, kind, loyal, loving, gentle, humble and generous. He would rather kill himself than betray a friend. He respects everyone, even the lowliest beggar. He believes that we are all equal, no matter what we are... human, Guado, Ronso or Al Bhed.
He says that we have everything in common because we all live in Spira and because we suffer from Sin.
"I agree."
Olin's mother had died from one of Sins attacks on Luca. She was there to visit her sister, who also died in the attack.
"Is this why he wants to become a guardian?"
No. Olin has his own reasons... reasons that I have no right to divulge. But know this, he does his for the one he loves.
"And what about you?"
I do this because I believe this is a noble pursuit that I wish to take part in and because my friend, who has involved himself in this, has asked me, as a friend, to help him.
"Is that all..."
.-.-.-.
NOTES:
Timeline: Same as the last chapter.
Like I'm not so sure about Yuna's route on her pilgrimage... I'm confused as to which comes first: Macalania Woods or the Thunder Plains. Help me!!!
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CHAPTER 11
These words stung Elohim. "You do not trust us?" questioned the valet, the weight of these words made him slump dejectedly, his eyes locked on the stone walkway. "No! It's not that..." retorted Landien, turning quickly to face Elohim. "It's just that I do not know either one of you that well," he explained. This made the younger man brighten-up, wanting to hear the rest. "And surely you do not know me that well." Continued the summoner.
"And I don't think I'm worthy of your generous offer." Reasoned Landien dolefully. "But if you were to get to know us, would you trust us then?" asked Elohim meekly, unsure of his actions. The summoner did not reply. "I could tell you all there is to know about us." Elaborated the younger man, looking to Landien hopefully.
"Very well, if you would be so kind." Said the summoner with a small smile as he sat next to the silver-haired youth. "Then allow me to begin." Said Elohim.
.-.-.-.
I was born into this life... a life of servitude. Even before my Al Bhed mother had bore me into this world, I was destined to serve in the house of Odevaker.
"An Al Bhed mother?"
Yes, that is right. My mother was an Al Bhed. Her name was Varri. I never knew her for she died giving birth to me. My father told me that they had met on one of the routine deliveries. She was traveling down the Mi'ihen Highroad just like him. They fell in love the first time they laid eyes on each other. My father also told me that her death was not my fault. That it was inevitable due to her two previous miscarriages. He said that she was too weak to recover from me.
Now my father, Adrodin, is Lord Mezaro Odevaker's steward.
"Just as you are to Olin?"
Yes. It was father who trained me as a child and he still does, whenever I am at Bevelle. He teaches me the skills of a Steward in the house of Odevaker. My training encompasses everything from basic serving manners to business to fighting to torturing. There is absolutely nothing I am not willing or not capable of doing in the service of my Master. I am very ready and willing to die for Olin or for his father, if the need ever arises.
"Is that why you are offering to become my guardian? Because Olin asked you to?"
Yes it is. But please allow me to explain everything.
"All right..."
Now, my bloodline is that of an unorthodox mix between the Guado, Al Bhed and human races. For nearly a hundred generations, my ancient family has been a fusion between these bloodlines. And for about the last twenty, we have been in the service of the noble Odevakers. How this came to be, no one knows.
You see, every since the beginning of our servitude, the eldest and always only child of our family became the Steward or guardian of the heir to the Odevaker legacy; also it is the duty of the Steward to father or mother a child to continue this cycle.
Anyway, as a child of only seven I began my service under Lord Olin, he was fifteen then. Of course, I was still learning much from my father at that time and with the exception of serving and assisting him with menial chores, I did not get to use any of these skills until I turned thirteen, which was only four years ago. Olin had just turned twenty-one and Lord Odevaker had given him the responsibility of the delivery routes.
On the very first one, I almost died. If it weren't for Olin, I would have.
"He saved you?"
Yes... and he also suffered much because of it.
"What do you mean?"
The fiend had punctured one of his lungs and had barely missed his heart. That's why he is how he is now, frail... because of careless, little me. You see, I had never taken my duties seriously before that day. I was a slacker. Olin had even covered-up my mistakes several times.
But the worst thing was that, I hated being what I am... a Steward. I had also hated Olin because he symbolized everything that I was taught to emulate but could never become. I never saw how kind, generous and forgiving he was. Back then, I had believed myself to be some lowly slave. I had never realized how dignified my position was.
"How so?"
A personal Steward is above the ranks of a household worker or slave. We are smarter, more well-mannered... cleaner and better paid. But we are still below the status of a free man, whether he be a Maester or a fisherman. We are taught things that we are to use in order to aid our masters; we could even use them for our own gain. But we would still be considered a quasi- slave. But we had the respect of others. You see we are considered to be a part of our Master, hence, we are as respected as our Masters.
Anyway, after that day, I swore to do all that was in my power to help, protect and please Lord Olin. I had sworn to never disobey him or disrespect him ever. I was willing to make him my god. But Olin would not have that, instead, he made me swear to be his dear friend and confidant.
I have been that ever since.
"Tell me, what is Olin like?"
He is honest, kind, loyal, loving, gentle, humble and generous. He would rather kill himself than betray a friend. He respects everyone, even the lowliest beggar. He believes that we are all equal, no matter what we are... human, Guado, Ronso or Al Bhed.
He says that we have everything in common because we all live in Spira and because we suffer from Sin.
"I agree."
Olin's mother had died from one of Sins attacks on Luca. She was there to visit her sister, who also died in the attack.
"Is this why he wants to become a guardian?"
No. Olin has his own reasons... reasons that I have no right to divulge. But know this, he does his for the one he loves.
"And what about you?"
I do this because I believe this is a noble pursuit that I wish to take part in and because my friend, who has involved himself in this, has asked me, as a friend, to help him.
"Is that all..."
.-.-.-.
NOTES:
Timeline: Same as the last chapter.
Like I'm not so sure about Yuna's route on her pilgrimage... I'm confused as to which comes first: Macalania Woods or the Thunder Plains. Help me!!!
Give me feedback...