Abigail hummed a melody to the small newborn in her arms. She was sitting in a soft armchair in the lovely Guadosalam house. Her daughter was quiet, as she usually was. Paine was a very strange baby...she had never cried before. Only once. That was strange, seeing as that Abigail was very emotional and forward with her feelings. Hadn't she heard that daughters took after their mothers?
Her fiancee, Auron, was away on some sort of mission for the temple in Djose. It had been so sudden; especially considering he had been called to the temple only 3 days after their child was born. Couldn't they let him get to know his daughter? Caring for a child was not a simple task, even though Paine didn't cry. It was difficult raising a baby alone. Abigail understood now how the unmarried mothers struggled to bring their offspring up right.
Abigail closed the small leather book she was writing in, and closed her eyes. She fantasized about the airships she used to read about in her old storybooks. When she was 6, Abigail would read about the Al Bhed machina airships. She would often lay against the safe-barrier in the Farplane, and dream about being an Al Bhed on an airship. Would her child have those same thoughts? Or would she be more like her father, dreaming of becoming a powerful warrior and defeating Sin? The latter was likely. But she was only rambling to herself now...she should just go to sleep...
A sharp rapping came at the door. Abigail groaned, and stood up. She placed the sleeping Paine into her pram, and went to answer whoever was calling at this unearthly hour.
When she opened the door, a trio of warrior monks forced themselves into the home.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" Abigail cried, as the monks began ransacking the bookshelves, the icebox, and the beds.
One of the warrior monks had a knifegun. He raised it towards Abigail.
"Be quiet, woman! I suppose YOU are the one they sent us out to look for? The half blood that is distracting our star monk? The one who made him turn down the hand of the high priest's daughter?"
Abigail panicked. "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you!!"
The monk chuckled a bit, then yelled at the other monks.
"You got everything?"
"Yeah, just kill 'er, already!"
A wave of fear spread through Abigail.
The monk pulled the trigger. A flickering blade sprung from the gun and struck Abigail directly in the chest. The pain flooded her body, as if it was trying to replace the crimson blood that was flowing freely through the wound in her chest. By the time she hit the floor, the monks were gone. Her face felt cool, like her blood had been replaced by ice-cold water. Her eyes spun, and went dark. She felt bits of her soul pushing against her body, pleading to escape their prison. Abigail knew she was dying. But she wanted to wait for her beloved to return. She wanted to say goodbye.
Half an hour after the monks had raided, Auron returned to his house. He had completely forgotten to bring his sword, and knew that there were fiends on the road to Djose. But that was only part of the reason. Something had been tugging at him ever since he had entered the Moonflow. As he approached his house, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Auron was puzzled, and opened it.
What he saw shocked him. The house wasn't just wrecked, but destructed. Bookcases were shoved over, tables were broken, chairs were upturned, and blood was oozing on the floor. Abigail's blood.
Auron ran to his near-dead fiancee, who was barely breathing. There was a huge, gaping wound in her chest. Her gorgeous hair was caked with her life, her eyes were lumps of coal, and her breath was a glacier.
He held her in his arms, and began to cry. She summoned what little strength she had left in her corpse-like body, and wiped away the tears that slid down his beautiful face.
"I love you," Abigail said. It was barely a whisper.
"I love you too," he said tearfully.
He kissed her one final time, before she slipped away.
"Take care of Paine," she whispered.
"Abby...don't go..."
"I'm dying, Auron. Please...protect her..."
He paused. "I will. I swear to the Farplane that I will protect Paine with my life."
"Thank you...beloved..."
She gasped for one more breath.
"I love you...goodbye..."
A pyrefly flew out of her chest. Soon, more flew out of her body. Then, they stopped. Abigail's eyes closed. She went cold and limp.
The only person he had truly loved was dead. Dead. She would never again sing to herself while she cared for Paine. She would never see her beautiful daughter grow up into a young woman. She would never get to ride on an airship.
Abigail's pyreflies didn't fly upward as they normally did. Instead, they gravitated to her daughter's pram. They sang their strange, melodic cry to the child, and swam into the young body.
Paine woke up. She cried.
A/N: Wow. Dramatic. (BTW: I beat FFX-2! At last, I can finally write a completely accurate fic.) Why, yes, last author's note WAS from the AYB video. Perceptive.
Her fiancee, Auron, was away on some sort of mission for the temple in Djose. It had been so sudden; especially considering he had been called to the temple only 3 days after their child was born. Couldn't they let him get to know his daughter? Caring for a child was not a simple task, even though Paine didn't cry. It was difficult raising a baby alone. Abigail understood now how the unmarried mothers struggled to bring their offspring up right.
Abigail closed the small leather book she was writing in, and closed her eyes. She fantasized about the airships she used to read about in her old storybooks. When she was 6, Abigail would read about the Al Bhed machina airships. She would often lay against the safe-barrier in the Farplane, and dream about being an Al Bhed on an airship. Would her child have those same thoughts? Or would she be more like her father, dreaming of becoming a powerful warrior and defeating Sin? The latter was likely. But she was only rambling to herself now...she should just go to sleep...
A sharp rapping came at the door. Abigail groaned, and stood up. She placed the sleeping Paine into her pram, and went to answer whoever was calling at this unearthly hour.
When she opened the door, a trio of warrior monks forced themselves into the home.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" Abigail cried, as the monks began ransacking the bookshelves, the icebox, and the beds.
One of the warrior monks had a knifegun. He raised it towards Abigail.
"Be quiet, woman! I suppose YOU are the one they sent us out to look for? The half blood that is distracting our star monk? The one who made him turn down the hand of the high priest's daughter?"
Abigail panicked. "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you!!"
The monk chuckled a bit, then yelled at the other monks.
"You got everything?"
"Yeah, just kill 'er, already!"
A wave of fear spread through Abigail.
The monk pulled the trigger. A flickering blade sprung from the gun and struck Abigail directly in the chest. The pain flooded her body, as if it was trying to replace the crimson blood that was flowing freely through the wound in her chest. By the time she hit the floor, the monks were gone. Her face felt cool, like her blood had been replaced by ice-cold water. Her eyes spun, and went dark. She felt bits of her soul pushing against her body, pleading to escape their prison. Abigail knew she was dying. But she wanted to wait for her beloved to return. She wanted to say goodbye.
Half an hour after the monks had raided, Auron returned to his house. He had completely forgotten to bring his sword, and knew that there were fiends on the road to Djose. But that was only part of the reason. Something had been tugging at him ever since he had entered the Moonflow. As he approached his house, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Auron was puzzled, and opened it.
What he saw shocked him. The house wasn't just wrecked, but destructed. Bookcases were shoved over, tables were broken, chairs were upturned, and blood was oozing on the floor. Abigail's blood.
Auron ran to his near-dead fiancee, who was barely breathing. There was a huge, gaping wound in her chest. Her gorgeous hair was caked with her life, her eyes were lumps of coal, and her breath was a glacier.
He held her in his arms, and began to cry. She summoned what little strength she had left in her corpse-like body, and wiped away the tears that slid down his beautiful face.
"I love you," Abigail said. It was barely a whisper.
"I love you too," he said tearfully.
He kissed her one final time, before she slipped away.
"Take care of Paine," she whispered.
"Abby...don't go..."
"I'm dying, Auron. Please...protect her..."
He paused. "I will. I swear to the Farplane that I will protect Paine with my life."
"Thank you...beloved..."
She gasped for one more breath.
"I love you...goodbye..."
A pyrefly flew out of her chest. Soon, more flew out of her body. Then, they stopped. Abigail's eyes closed. She went cold and limp.
The only person he had truly loved was dead. Dead. She would never again sing to herself while she cared for Paine. She would never see her beautiful daughter grow up into a young woman. She would never get to ride on an airship.
Abigail's pyreflies didn't fly upward as they normally did. Instead, they gravitated to her daughter's pram. They sang their strange, melodic cry to the child, and swam into the young body.
Paine woke up. She cried.
A/N: Wow. Dramatic. (BTW: I beat FFX-2! At last, I can finally write a completely accurate fic.) Why, yes, last author's note WAS from the AYB video. Perceptive.