I met him on a dark day in Bevelle. It had been raining most of the day, and my gown was soaked. My skirts were covered in mud, but it didnt bother me in the least. I had been travelling for so long now, that only food and water were my only concern. I had walked along the Miihen and Djose Highroads, crossed the Moonflow by shoopuff, ran along the Thunderplains, and nearly dragged myself though Macalania forest before making it to Bevelle.
No one saw me as I journeyed, I guess. There were many people along the way, but many of them chose to ignore me. It was as if they never even saw me. I thought of them stuck up, as I crossed the great plains, but now that I sit here listening to the soft breeze though the crumbling rubble, I know better. They were just human beings, who didnt want to bother themselves, they couldnt see me because they had too many of their own problems. Worrying about Sin, wondering if this new Summoner who had just set out would be able to fight and defeat this terrible threat to Spira.
He was sitting just outside the temple, on the side of the bridge, swinging his legs, looking awfully young for someone his age. I guessed him to be about in his mid twenties. He was wearing red and had an awfully long sword. I couldn't fathom just how he could carry it.
Then everything just kind of faded. I clearly remember seeing bright bursts of light, as if fireworks were going off in my head. My skin began to prickle, as if my whole body was going to sleep. The rest I dont quite remember, until I reopened my eyes.
The room was bright, much too bright for my liking. The sheets that I lay on were white,and mirrors on the wall reflected the morning light.I sat up squinting, and rubbing my eyes, trying to get a better look at where I was. My clothes had been changed, I was no longer wearing my gown of blue and gold, but a simple white sleeping garment.
I remember sitting up in a panic, wondering what was going on, how I came to be here. When the door opened, and that man in red entered with a tray in his hands. I found it odd that he only wore one sleeve, and let the other hang loose. Maybe it was a fashion statement...
"Sir, where am I?" I asked, slipping out of bed, only to be forced in again. "I wish to stand..."
"You may wish to stand, but that does not mean that you can just yet.." he set the tray down on the tiny night stand. There was a little lamp there, the shade in the shape of a lily. I kept my eyes on that, much too angry to face this man in red at the moment wondering why he would not let me stand. Afraid I was going to run away?
"Fine, then just tell me where I am?"
"You are in the Temple in Bevelle, you collapsed in front of me yesterday...." The man seemed to hesitate, debating whether he should tell this woman all that had happened, or not.
I knew where I was going when I set out, had an Idea as to where I was, but I really didnt intend to pass out as soon as i got to Bevelle. Now that I was inside and being cared for,there was no way to get to the clostier of trials! Not unless I were a full fledged summoner. Which I was not, in fact I was not even in training to become a summoner. I was just the ansestor of those who had died in the war of a 1000 years ago. Growing up in the hub city of Luca, I managed to trace my lineage back to the summoners of Zanarkand, who were sent to the front line.
In an odd dream, before I set out to come to Bevelle, I saw what I could only assumed was a vision of a past relative. She was a beautiful woman, with black hair past her shoulders.Two long beaded braids were woven along the back of her head, and She wore gold looped earings, and diamond studs up to the cartlidge. Her sleeves were long, and embroidered with gold, the backgound was white, and along her collar was a marine blue. Her skirts billowed out from her waist, stoping short on her left side above her knee, and slanting down to her calf on her right leg. Her shoes were black, as black as her hair, and little leather straps wraped up her ankle. To top her outfit off, she wore a blue sapphire around her neck, the v neck perfect for showing off the tailisman.
I could, and still can remember it with great detail, for I belived it was a message from the dead. In my dream, I was told of a destructive machina in the bowels of the Temple in Bevelle. Perhaps it was simply just a dream of warning, but I decided to devote my time to find out who she was.At last, I had made the descsion to go to Bevelle and see this.. machina for myself.
"I..I took you inside, and you..." He paused again, sighed and straightened his back. "My name is Auron..."
I looked up in sort of a daze, I must have been staring at that lamp for too long, that my thoughts were getting the best of me. I was thinking of that woman in my dream. The one that I had done countless of hours of reasearch on, only to find out that her name was Tanita, and she was A Summoner in Zanarkand a thousand years ago.
"Tanith.." I mumbled, trying once more to get out of bed. This, Auron, stood in front of me, so that I could not slide my feet over the side, and with his hands on his hips stared me down. Pffth. As if that was going to keep me in my place. But the world soon became a blurr, and down my head came on the soft pillows. Maybe, I thought, just this once I'll let him win, let him keep me in this damn bed. It would make him...feel more like a man, and in control....
But sleep came upon me once more, and it really didnt matter what Auron felt, all that mattered was precious sleep.
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No one saw me as I journeyed, I guess. There were many people along the way, but many of them chose to ignore me. It was as if they never even saw me. I thought of them stuck up, as I crossed the great plains, but now that I sit here listening to the soft breeze though the crumbling rubble, I know better. They were just human beings, who didnt want to bother themselves, they couldnt see me because they had too many of their own problems. Worrying about Sin, wondering if this new Summoner who had just set out would be able to fight and defeat this terrible threat to Spira.
He was sitting just outside the temple, on the side of the bridge, swinging his legs, looking awfully young for someone his age. I guessed him to be about in his mid twenties. He was wearing red and had an awfully long sword. I couldn't fathom just how he could carry it.
Then everything just kind of faded. I clearly remember seeing bright bursts of light, as if fireworks were going off in my head. My skin began to prickle, as if my whole body was going to sleep. The rest I dont quite remember, until I reopened my eyes.
The room was bright, much too bright for my liking. The sheets that I lay on were white,and mirrors on the wall reflected the morning light.I sat up squinting, and rubbing my eyes, trying to get a better look at where I was. My clothes had been changed, I was no longer wearing my gown of blue and gold, but a simple white sleeping garment.
I remember sitting up in a panic, wondering what was going on, how I came to be here. When the door opened, and that man in red entered with a tray in his hands. I found it odd that he only wore one sleeve, and let the other hang loose. Maybe it was a fashion statement...
"Sir, where am I?" I asked, slipping out of bed, only to be forced in again. "I wish to stand..."
"You may wish to stand, but that does not mean that you can just yet.." he set the tray down on the tiny night stand. There was a little lamp there, the shade in the shape of a lily. I kept my eyes on that, much too angry to face this man in red at the moment wondering why he would not let me stand. Afraid I was going to run away?
"Fine, then just tell me where I am?"
"You are in the Temple in Bevelle, you collapsed in front of me yesterday...." The man seemed to hesitate, debating whether he should tell this woman all that had happened, or not.
I knew where I was going when I set out, had an Idea as to where I was, but I really didnt intend to pass out as soon as i got to Bevelle. Now that I was inside and being cared for,there was no way to get to the clostier of trials! Not unless I were a full fledged summoner. Which I was not, in fact I was not even in training to become a summoner. I was just the ansestor of those who had died in the war of a 1000 years ago. Growing up in the hub city of Luca, I managed to trace my lineage back to the summoners of Zanarkand, who were sent to the front line.
In an odd dream, before I set out to come to Bevelle, I saw what I could only assumed was a vision of a past relative. She was a beautiful woman, with black hair past her shoulders.Two long beaded braids were woven along the back of her head, and She wore gold looped earings, and diamond studs up to the cartlidge. Her sleeves were long, and embroidered with gold, the backgound was white, and along her collar was a marine blue. Her skirts billowed out from her waist, stoping short on her left side above her knee, and slanting down to her calf on her right leg. Her shoes were black, as black as her hair, and little leather straps wraped up her ankle. To top her outfit off, she wore a blue sapphire around her neck, the v neck perfect for showing off the tailisman.
I could, and still can remember it with great detail, for I belived it was a message from the dead. In my dream, I was told of a destructive machina in the bowels of the Temple in Bevelle. Perhaps it was simply just a dream of warning, but I decided to devote my time to find out who she was.At last, I had made the descsion to go to Bevelle and see this.. machina for myself.
"I..I took you inside, and you..." He paused again, sighed and straightened his back. "My name is Auron..."
I looked up in sort of a daze, I must have been staring at that lamp for too long, that my thoughts were getting the best of me. I was thinking of that woman in my dream. The one that I had done countless of hours of reasearch on, only to find out that her name was Tanita, and she was A Summoner in Zanarkand a thousand years ago.
"Tanith.." I mumbled, trying once more to get out of bed. This, Auron, stood in front of me, so that I could not slide my feet over the side, and with his hands on his hips stared me down. Pffth. As if that was going to keep me in my place. But the world soon became a blurr, and down my head came on the soft pillows. Maybe, I thought, just this once I'll let him win, let him keep me in this damn bed. It would make him...feel more like a man, and in control....
But sleep came upon me once more, and it really didnt matter what Auron felt, all that mattered was precious sleep.
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