Two Worlds: Chapter 4
A/N: Please review.
Rikku's POV
I walk briskly along with Wakka and Tidus, keeping quiet though with worry about going to the village and the temple. What will happen when I get there? It seems Wakka is a Yevonite, how will he react when he finds out about me?
We reach the village, my heart pounding nervously against my ribs as I look around the cluster of tents that people consider home or a village. It's kinda of sad to think about, but I don't know if it's Sin to blame, or something else.
That's what the Al Bhed try to change, these beliefs of not having anything to stop Sin. It doesn't seem to work. It also makes us outcasts to society, for having these beliefs, and defying Yevon, even if it might be the right thing to do.
Wakka showing Tidus the prayer symbol interrupts my thoughts, as Tidus watches, eyes lighting up in recognition.
I look at him, confused. For a guy who claims to be from Zanarkand... He seems to know the Yevon prayer pretty well.
I watch as Wakka leaves, telling us to present ourselves to the temple.
Um... No. I don't think so, at least for me, who knows what will happen if I do?
Tidus looks over at me, opens his mouth, and I can tell that he is about to suggest that we go to the temple to check it out, then closes it when he sees the look on my face. "Sorry," he mumbles quietly, remembering that Yevon doesn't like the Al Bhed.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. Anyway... I don't like the temples much, anyways!" I say with forced cheerfulness, trying to make him feel better about suggesting I go to the temple with him. Then add when Tidus still looks hesitant, "go ahead, I'll be fine!" I say, shoving him lightly towards the temple. "I'll just look around, no problems with that!"
Tidus reluctantly wanders off, and I explore the village. These Yevonites can't seem to tell that I'm an Al Bhed, I think to myself as I walk by tent after tent, seeing a primitive village. Which is a good thing, of course, I feel sorry for them, using such primitive things to do the work that machina can do in minutes.
I see Tidus coming out of the temple, rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry...." He whines, and I smile at him, heading to Wakka's hut that he pointed out to us.
"Maybe he has lunch ready." I say, trying to cheer him up about his hunger. Tidus just shrugs in a reply, walking inside the tent, me following.
I walk inside, seeing that the food is being cooked in a pot-like thing, well... There go any chances of eating soon. I think as Wakka says that to Tidus and then offers us a chance to get some sleep on his single cot.
I wince as I realize there's only one, but Tidus insists on me taking the bed.
"Nah... We'll share!" I say cheerfully, "as long as you don't hog your side of it." I smile playfully.
Tidus nods, still looking a little awkward, "Okay... We'll share."
We fall asleep, next to each other, I giggle silently.
Only if pops could see me now.
Sara's POV
I lay on the bunk, staring at the ceiling of the room I was put in. I slowly try to calculate how long I have been here in this new world, a thousand years in the future.
I slowly shake my head in denial about that last thought. It's just not possible, I think, tugging on my braid nervously while thinking about the idea.
But........ In some ways, it would explain a lot.
I sigh, sitting up and looking at the blank wall that was getting dull to look at. Brother had made it clear that I wasn't supposed to leave, especially when he locked the door. I hear the click of the lock, and jump to my feet eagerly, hoping for something new to happen.
Brother comes in and wordlessly gestures for me to follow him, leaving the door open and standing there, waiting.
I shrug; I have nothing else to do. Anyway... I was just was wishing for something to happen. I get up, wincing at the stiffness in my joints as I walk outside the room, Brother pushing me to continue and not look around as I walk outside.
I blink and cover my eyes from the blinding sunlight outside, seeing the other Al Bhed chatting amongst themselves. I wince, remembering how they have been treating me with hostility.
They just look at me, and then go back to chatting, obviously I'm either to be ignored. Or I'm their prisoner, a charming thought, both of them, being stranded a thousand years in the future. I look around to see a desert island.
Great...
Are they going to ditch me here?
Brother pushes me along, and I take comfort in the fact that I didn't think he would just ditch me to die somewhere. No matter what his companions think.
I slowly walk along with the group, some would call it escorting, since they were pointing the guns at me while walking. I shrug; it didn't matter as long as long as we get somewhere that is at least somewhat habitable.
We trek for hours in the hot burning sun, and I start to feel dehydrated as we continue. Them fighting fiends and muttering something that I probably didn't want a translation to while looking at me.
I finally sigh in relief as I trudge on top of yet another sand dune and see what looks like a fortress in front of me.
"Home," Brother says simply, pushing me to walk along.
This is where they live?
I start to feel sorry for them, wondering if I could ever stand being in a place that was like a prison.
I tug on my braid, pondering what Rikku said about Al Bhed haters, do they have to live life like this because of it?
I silently follow my escorts along, lost in my thoughts as a strange buzzing comes into my ears. They escort me into a large building, heading down a corridor to the right as my vision gets blurry and I feel dizzy.
We reach this short, balding man who I assume is the leader of the Al Bhed. He speaks sharply to Brother, and I assume he's defending himself in the argument. Which is about me from the way they are gesturing to me.
I pick up the name Cid, and I guess that it's the man that is talking. The start shouting louder, and I cringe when I hear Rikku being mentioned several times meaning that they're talking about her falling off the side of the boat as the buzzing gets louder, the world spinning as my legs buckle.....
And I don't even feel myself hitting the ground as I collapse and black out.
Rikku's POV
I watch nervously from the edge of the temple, having heard that the apprentice summoner hasn't come back from being over a day. The awful news of that summoner taking so long waking me up from Tidus's and me restless slumber, to help her/him.
Or at he tries to help her/him.
I sigh and kick a rock, mad at Yevon for hating us Al Bhed just because we go against the teachings, meaning that I can't go and try to help the apprentice summoner even though he/she might be dead.
That's what I don't like about Yevon....
Having these people sacrifice themselves so they can be happy for a few years.
Determination surges through me, and I silently promise to myself to help stop these pilgrimages myself with the help of the other Al Bhed.
I see a crowd gathering at the summoning circle, and I push my way through to see this new victim of this Yevonite idea.
My jaw drops in disbelief as I notice her, and worry and determination surges through me on stopping this more.
It's my cousin.....
Yuna.
TBC........
A/N: I know that Sara's starting to sound like a weakling, but there's a reason why this happened this way. You'll see next chapter. Please review.
A/N: Please review.
Rikku's POV
I walk briskly along with Wakka and Tidus, keeping quiet though with worry about going to the village and the temple. What will happen when I get there? It seems Wakka is a Yevonite, how will he react when he finds out about me?
We reach the village, my heart pounding nervously against my ribs as I look around the cluster of tents that people consider home or a village. It's kinda of sad to think about, but I don't know if it's Sin to blame, or something else.
That's what the Al Bhed try to change, these beliefs of not having anything to stop Sin. It doesn't seem to work. It also makes us outcasts to society, for having these beliefs, and defying Yevon, even if it might be the right thing to do.
Wakka showing Tidus the prayer symbol interrupts my thoughts, as Tidus watches, eyes lighting up in recognition.
I look at him, confused. For a guy who claims to be from Zanarkand... He seems to know the Yevon prayer pretty well.
I watch as Wakka leaves, telling us to present ourselves to the temple.
Um... No. I don't think so, at least for me, who knows what will happen if I do?
Tidus looks over at me, opens his mouth, and I can tell that he is about to suggest that we go to the temple to check it out, then closes it when he sees the look on my face. "Sorry," he mumbles quietly, remembering that Yevon doesn't like the Al Bhed.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. Anyway... I don't like the temples much, anyways!" I say with forced cheerfulness, trying to make him feel better about suggesting I go to the temple with him. Then add when Tidus still looks hesitant, "go ahead, I'll be fine!" I say, shoving him lightly towards the temple. "I'll just look around, no problems with that!"
Tidus reluctantly wanders off, and I explore the village. These Yevonites can't seem to tell that I'm an Al Bhed, I think to myself as I walk by tent after tent, seeing a primitive village. Which is a good thing, of course, I feel sorry for them, using such primitive things to do the work that machina can do in minutes.
I see Tidus coming out of the temple, rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry...." He whines, and I smile at him, heading to Wakka's hut that he pointed out to us.
"Maybe he has lunch ready." I say, trying to cheer him up about his hunger. Tidus just shrugs in a reply, walking inside the tent, me following.
I walk inside, seeing that the food is being cooked in a pot-like thing, well... There go any chances of eating soon. I think as Wakka says that to Tidus and then offers us a chance to get some sleep on his single cot.
I wince as I realize there's only one, but Tidus insists on me taking the bed.
"Nah... We'll share!" I say cheerfully, "as long as you don't hog your side of it." I smile playfully.
Tidus nods, still looking a little awkward, "Okay... We'll share."
We fall asleep, next to each other, I giggle silently.
Only if pops could see me now.
Sara's POV
I lay on the bunk, staring at the ceiling of the room I was put in. I slowly try to calculate how long I have been here in this new world, a thousand years in the future.
I slowly shake my head in denial about that last thought. It's just not possible, I think, tugging on my braid nervously while thinking about the idea.
But........ In some ways, it would explain a lot.
I sigh, sitting up and looking at the blank wall that was getting dull to look at. Brother had made it clear that I wasn't supposed to leave, especially when he locked the door. I hear the click of the lock, and jump to my feet eagerly, hoping for something new to happen.
Brother comes in and wordlessly gestures for me to follow him, leaving the door open and standing there, waiting.
I shrug; I have nothing else to do. Anyway... I was just was wishing for something to happen. I get up, wincing at the stiffness in my joints as I walk outside the room, Brother pushing me to continue and not look around as I walk outside.
I blink and cover my eyes from the blinding sunlight outside, seeing the other Al Bhed chatting amongst themselves. I wince, remembering how they have been treating me with hostility.
They just look at me, and then go back to chatting, obviously I'm either to be ignored. Or I'm their prisoner, a charming thought, both of them, being stranded a thousand years in the future. I look around to see a desert island.
Great...
Are they going to ditch me here?
Brother pushes me along, and I take comfort in the fact that I didn't think he would just ditch me to die somewhere. No matter what his companions think.
I slowly walk along with the group, some would call it escorting, since they were pointing the guns at me while walking. I shrug; it didn't matter as long as long as we get somewhere that is at least somewhat habitable.
We trek for hours in the hot burning sun, and I start to feel dehydrated as we continue. Them fighting fiends and muttering something that I probably didn't want a translation to while looking at me.
I finally sigh in relief as I trudge on top of yet another sand dune and see what looks like a fortress in front of me.
"Home," Brother says simply, pushing me to walk along.
This is where they live?
I start to feel sorry for them, wondering if I could ever stand being in a place that was like a prison.
I tug on my braid, pondering what Rikku said about Al Bhed haters, do they have to live life like this because of it?
I silently follow my escorts along, lost in my thoughts as a strange buzzing comes into my ears. They escort me into a large building, heading down a corridor to the right as my vision gets blurry and I feel dizzy.
We reach this short, balding man who I assume is the leader of the Al Bhed. He speaks sharply to Brother, and I assume he's defending himself in the argument. Which is about me from the way they are gesturing to me.
I pick up the name Cid, and I guess that it's the man that is talking. The start shouting louder, and I cringe when I hear Rikku being mentioned several times meaning that they're talking about her falling off the side of the boat as the buzzing gets louder, the world spinning as my legs buckle.....
And I don't even feel myself hitting the ground as I collapse and black out.
Rikku's POV
I watch nervously from the edge of the temple, having heard that the apprentice summoner hasn't come back from being over a day. The awful news of that summoner taking so long waking me up from Tidus's and me restless slumber, to help her/him.
Or at he tries to help her/him.
I sigh and kick a rock, mad at Yevon for hating us Al Bhed just because we go against the teachings, meaning that I can't go and try to help the apprentice summoner even though he/she might be dead.
That's what I don't like about Yevon....
Having these people sacrifice themselves so they can be happy for a few years.
Determination surges through me, and I silently promise to myself to help stop these pilgrimages myself with the help of the other Al Bhed.
I see a crowd gathering at the summoning circle, and I push my way through to see this new victim of this Yevonite idea.
My jaw drops in disbelief as I notice her, and worry and determination surges through me on stopping this more.
It's my cousin.....
Yuna.
TBC........
A/N: I know that Sara's starting to sound like a weakling, but there's a reason why this happened this way. You'll see next chapter. Please review.