Soooooo sorry it took me so long to post due to my busy schedule and
writer's block. Also, I could not contect to the internet, which was
soooooooo frustrating!!!! Grrr... curse MOZCOM!!!
Anyway, I hope after reading this crappy chapter, you would still have some faith in me and my ability to actually finish it... Also, I haven't been feeling very well. I have an extremely nasty cold... grrrrrrrrr....grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!
My apologies once more.... Please forgive me!!!!!
CHAPTER 15
Landien and his guardians departed from the Travel Agency, early that morning. Lydia had already fully recuperated from her 'shock'. And was profusely apologizing for being such an inconvenience to everyone. Ilised had barely slept the night before, but was lively still because of the lady guardian's recovery. His mood in fact was the friendliest he had ever been since Olin and Elohim had joined them.
The swordsman was even cheerful enough to converse and display such an amiable disposition toward the new guardians. Olin himself was extremely happy... for obvious reasons. And as the party retraced their way through Macalania Woods, the wealthy merchant was engaged in a most fascinating conversation with his 'goddess' about Bevelle and its townsfolk.
Even Elohim was intoxicated with the amicable atmosphere. He and Ilised were talking most animatedly about the proper techniques involved in certain fighting skills. All seemed very carefree. Everyone seemed to forgotten the graveness and utter seriousness in their endeavor, with the exception of Landien.
The young Summoner's heart was still quite heavy from his reflecting the night before. The significant weight of all that he had considered was greatly wearing him down. Even as his guardians spoke so gleefully to one another, Landien had remained silent. His companions never even noticed his non-participation.
'I am now in the final segment of my Pilgrimage. It is almost over now...' thought Landien, miserable. 'I am about to face Sin...' mused the summoner. But his thoughts returned to the words of Bevelle's Fayth. 'You will not be the one...'
'Does that mean that I will not be able to defeat Sin?' wondered Landien, the Fayth's warning kept playing over and over again in his head. 'But I must try...' thought the summoner, but once again, he had no real conviction. He only had doubt.
'Perhaps I should just give up...' pondered Landien as he turned to look at his cheerful guardians. 'So no one would have to get hurt...' he reasoned, trying to find an excuse to just end his futile journeying. But as he thought these thoughts, he felt a burning sensation on his face.
It was his scar. You must swear to never again allow your convictions to waver...
Ifirit's words were once more fresh in his mind. The pact he made with the Aeon, had to fulfilled. 'I must fulfill my oath.' Concluded Landien, determined once more to face Sin, despite all the doubt he felt.
...
The party had just passed the road to Bevelle. It was closed. Probably a precaution, thought the group, not really concerned about it. As they continued on eastward, the Macalania Woods was already beginning to thin and the narrow road widening. And before they knew it, they had reached the Calm Lands.
As they stood on elevated slope, the party beheld the vast plain. 'Emptiness...' was the word that came into Landien's mind when he attempted to grasp the scope of this eerily placid land.
"Hello." Greeted an old man as he approached the party. "Greetings." Replied Landien as he and his companions bowed to the stranger. "I am Maechen, a scholar, historian... who travels through Spira." He introduced, bowing. "And you must be the Summoner from Hadura." Presumed the old man.
Landien and his guardians were mildly surprised by this. "I have heard stories of your most unusual scar." Explained Maechen upon seeing the group's surprise. The young summoner could only nod for he found it rather distasteful that others recognized him because of his 'unusual' scar.
"Would you like to hear about the Calm Lands?" inquired Maechen, hoping to interest the group. "Why not." Replied Lydia, curious of what the historian had to say. The old man then went into a fervid explanation of how the plain got its name. He spoke also of how some summoners have ended their journey here and ended with how there were no more temples after they passed the Calm Lands.
"But others say that there is an abandoned temple in these parts. And that there is a hidden Chamber of Fayth not far from here. It is said that this Fayth was stolen from its temple long ago in order to prevent summoners from continuing their pilgrimage." Added the scholar off-handedly. "But of course these are just stories that I have collected over the years." Said Maechen casually.
"But do you think there is any truth in them?" asked a very curious Olin. "Yes, is there?" joined Ilised, hoping to somehow stall Landien's pilgrimage. "Perhaps. But I am not certain." Clarified Maechen. "But what do you think, Sir?" piped an excited Lydia, who too had the pilgrimage's delay in her mind. "Maybe, there is some truth to it." Replied the elderly scholar optimistically.
"Then we should be off then, in search of them." Suggested Elohim, thrilled at the thought of prolonging this experience. "What do you think?" asked the silver-haired guardian as he turned to his summoner. "I don't see any harm in it." Replied Landien, relieved to be able to extend his pilgrimage.
"Then we shall off!" declared Ilised ecstatically. "Thank you, sir for your information." Said Landien as he and his guardians bowed to the scholar. "You are welcome. Be off then." Replied Maechen as he bowed in return.
NOTE:
Timeline (Yuna-Landien)
Still in Bikanel Island (will be there for about another day) – Calm Lands
So sorry that this chapter is quite short. You see, I have been extremely busy and have not been feeling well.... Do forgive me!
Anyway, I hope after reading this crappy chapter, you would still have some faith in me and my ability to actually finish it... Also, I haven't been feeling very well. I have an extremely nasty cold... grrrrrrrrr....grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!
My apologies once more.... Please forgive me!!!!!
CHAPTER 15
Landien and his guardians departed from the Travel Agency, early that morning. Lydia had already fully recuperated from her 'shock'. And was profusely apologizing for being such an inconvenience to everyone. Ilised had barely slept the night before, but was lively still because of the lady guardian's recovery. His mood in fact was the friendliest he had ever been since Olin and Elohim had joined them.
The swordsman was even cheerful enough to converse and display such an amiable disposition toward the new guardians. Olin himself was extremely happy... for obvious reasons. And as the party retraced their way through Macalania Woods, the wealthy merchant was engaged in a most fascinating conversation with his 'goddess' about Bevelle and its townsfolk.
Even Elohim was intoxicated with the amicable atmosphere. He and Ilised were talking most animatedly about the proper techniques involved in certain fighting skills. All seemed very carefree. Everyone seemed to forgotten the graveness and utter seriousness in their endeavor, with the exception of Landien.
The young Summoner's heart was still quite heavy from his reflecting the night before. The significant weight of all that he had considered was greatly wearing him down. Even as his guardians spoke so gleefully to one another, Landien had remained silent. His companions never even noticed his non-participation.
'I am now in the final segment of my Pilgrimage. It is almost over now...' thought Landien, miserable. 'I am about to face Sin...' mused the summoner. But his thoughts returned to the words of Bevelle's Fayth. 'You will not be the one...'
'Does that mean that I will not be able to defeat Sin?' wondered Landien, the Fayth's warning kept playing over and over again in his head. 'But I must try...' thought the summoner, but once again, he had no real conviction. He only had doubt.
'Perhaps I should just give up...' pondered Landien as he turned to look at his cheerful guardians. 'So no one would have to get hurt...' he reasoned, trying to find an excuse to just end his futile journeying. But as he thought these thoughts, he felt a burning sensation on his face.
It was his scar. You must swear to never again allow your convictions to waver...
Ifirit's words were once more fresh in his mind. The pact he made with the Aeon, had to fulfilled. 'I must fulfill my oath.' Concluded Landien, determined once more to face Sin, despite all the doubt he felt.
...
The party had just passed the road to Bevelle. It was closed. Probably a precaution, thought the group, not really concerned about it. As they continued on eastward, the Macalania Woods was already beginning to thin and the narrow road widening. And before they knew it, they had reached the Calm Lands.
As they stood on elevated slope, the party beheld the vast plain. 'Emptiness...' was the word that came into Landien's mind when he attempted to grasp the scope of this eerily placid land.
"Hello." Greeted an old man as he approached the party. "Greetings." Replied Landien as he and his companions bowed to the stranger. "I am Maechen, a scholar, historian... who travels through Spira." He introduced, bowing. "And you must be the Summoner from Hadura." Presumed the old man.
Landien and his guardians were mildly surprised by this. "I have heard stories of your most unusual scar." Explained Maechen upon seeing the group's surprise. The young summoner could only nod for he found it rather distasteful that others recognized him because of his 'unusual' scar.
"Would you like to hear about the Calm Lands?" inquired Maechen, hoping to interest the group. "Why not." Replied Lydia, curious of what the historian had to say. The old man then went into a fervid explanation of how the plain got its name. He spoke also of how some summoners have ended their journey here and ended with how there were no more temples after they passed the Calm Lands.
"But others say that there is an abandoned temple in these parts. And that there is a hidden Chamber of Fayth not far from here. It is said that this Fayth was stolen from its temple long ago in order to prevent summoners from continuing their pilgrimage." Added the scholar off-handedly. "But of course these are just stories that I have collected over the years." Said Maechen casually.
"But do you think there is any truth in them?" asked a very curious Olin. "Yes, is there?" joined Ilised, hoping to somehow stall Landien's pilgrimage. "Perhaps. But I am not certain." Clarified Maechen. "But what do you think, Sir?" piped an excited Lydia, who too had the pilgrimage's delay in her mind. "Maybe, there is some truth to it." Replied the elderly scholar optimistically.
"Then we should be off then, in search of them." Suggested Elohim, thrilled at the thought of prolonging this experience. "What do you think?" asked the silver-haired guardian as he turned to his summoner. "I don't see any harm in it." Replied Landien, relieved to be able to extend his pilgrimage.
"Then we shall off!" declared Ilised ecstatically. "Thank you, sir for your information." Said Landien as he and his guardians bowed to the scholar. "You are welcome. Be off then." Replied Maechen as he bowed in return.
NOTE:
Timeline (Yuna-Landien)
Still in Bikanel Island (will be there for about another day) – Calm Lands
So sorry that this chapter is quite short. You see, I have been extremely busy and have not been feeling well.... Do forgive me!