Standard Disclaimer: I love Auron. Sadly, I cannot go and steal the ownership of him from Square-Enix. So, Square-Enix still owns him. What a pity. Hey! Maybe I can make Jecht barf in the Ownership papers... Hehehe!
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It was too late. At the moment Auron confirmed what he was afraid of, there was nothing left to do. Pyreflies began flying around him, dancing as if they had never danced before. This were the souls of the death, killed a by Sin only seconds ago. Sadly, there was no summoner in the village. Auron hated the fact that he would not be able to give his loved ones a proper burial.

What weighted the most in his heart is what he had told Feria before leaving for the woods. Feria was complaining that Auron spent too much time training, focusing on a folly dream: To defeat Sin. Auron had cursed at her, saying that she wasn't even her mom, so she had no right to tell him what to do. Lena had also taken Feria's side, saying that Auron was an ungrateful rat that deserved to be burned. In his moment of anger, Auron had stolen the sword that hanged on the wall of the kitchen. It was a black katana with red-blazing flames encrusted into his handle. It had once belonged to Cephiro, Feria's fallen husband. He had quickly snatched it, and then crawled his way out of the kitchen, not looking back. He heard Feria's voice faintly calling for him. Lena cursed.

Auron ran towards the woods, nor caring for neither Feria nor Lena. He hated Lena with all his might, always butting into his plans or conversations. Lena would always agree that Auron was anti-social, but how can you be social when there is no one to be social to? He decided this was the last drop. He would escape, and never come back.

He reached the woods, ancient as time itself. Since his earliest memories could Auron remember its never ending chain of oaks and pine trees. He hated everything about this village. He hated the fact that he didn't know who he was or why was he here for. Unlike most of the kids in the village, he was an orphan adopted by a widow. He had always been shunned thanks to this sad, yet true fact.

It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for what Feria had done. He just wished he was understood. He was a loner, a person that would never fit into a society that considered him as an enemy.

He raised the katana in the air, its blade close to his nose. He jumped and made a swift swing that cut a young pine cone to shreds. Right before he had time to celebrate his new discovery, the earth began to shake.

Auron saw, terrified, as the ocean began to grow bigger and bigger, until a huge wave was formed. People in the village had not noticed, they were to busy with their daily routines.

"SIN!" Auron cried, but no one heard his plea. The wave was coming closer and closer, hope shrinking as the tidal wave grew. Auron decided to run towards the village, but the wave was already coming. He raced over roots and rocks, but tripped over a boulder. He hugged his knee, and kept running, not caring about the cut that now appeared on his flesh.

He stopped death on his tracks. People began to scream, to call out names, to pray. Sin had no mercy and it seconds it had destroyed half the village. He had charged a red beam that glowed and turned the sky red, plus a tsunami. To Auron's horror, he observed as the house he had once lived at was engulfed by the merciless water.

Finally, he made it to the edge of the village. It was too late. He screamed and motioned Sin to come, yelling how much he hated it, and how one day he would defeat it. Sin didn't even glare at him; he sank to the bottom of the sea like the village itself, to be never seen again.

Sin had left nothing standing. Debris was found everywhere. Even corpses. Once or twice he would have sworn he heard Feria's voice calling for his help. By the time had thought he had found her, the voice was interrupted by the quiet groan of the sea. Auron kicked the sand, dropped to his knees, and cried.

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Auron bowed to the tiny temple he had made out of rocks and flowers. It was a tribute to the souls that had been lost in the melee. He carved with the katana the words, "Never forget them." After two hours of praying and meditating, he gathered the little he had left, and left for the Moonflow.

It was quiet. The sounds of birds and insects echoed in his ears. He was a bit excited and sad. One, he was to ride his first Shoopuf, animals the size of buildings. He had heard the tales from his foster sister many times, but never believed any of them. Now, he knew she was not lying.

A funny-looking creature was tending the Shoopuf. It had big round cheeks, and it was completely blue. Auron looked around. Some other people were being pulled to the top of the Shoopuf by what seemed to be a machina. He thought machinas were forbidden, but he knew so little about Spira. He had only known the Realms of the tiny village he used to live at.

"You wish to ride the Shoopuf?" A young woman asked.

"Ummm, yeah. I don't want to sound rude, but what is that Blue-looking creature named?"

"What? Haven't you ever seen a Hypello before? You do look like a country kid. Don't worry, the ride is free..."

"Thank you." Auron bowed.

After the woman bowed back, and left him alone, Auron ran towards the Shoopuf. The Hypello also asked him if he wished to ride, which he immediately agreed to. He stepped into the machina, that which a bunch of other people lifted him into the cabin on top of the Shoopuf. --------------------