Notes: Here's another short one. Like I said, I've got the last chapter written out, but I've gotta fill it in from here to there. So, I'm sorry if you don't like these past couple chapters being so short.

The airship had passed over Macalania some time ago when Yuna remembered the one clue that Vidina had given her.

"He took her to Zanarkand."

She'd stood up from her seat and demanded the ship be turned around and flown to the ruins. Tidus had began to question her motives, but all she asked was for his trust. So the ship was steered towards the City of the Dead, and when they passed over the sleeping city, it did in fact reflect its name.

Time had seemed to slow down to such a great pace, Yuna had trouble keeping her attention in check.

Rikku had cried out at the sight of the fallen that lay littered about. She'd bolted from the ship as soon as it had landed.

A black flame lingered still upon the fallen ruins. Twisting and turning to engulf more to survive. But the effort was useless as it slowly began to dwindle. It had spread, as wild as it was, taking each Al Bhed into its rage.

What had happened? Who had done this? Who could have done this?

"Oui eteud! Oui lyh'd tea!" Rikku shrieked. Her strength had finally given out and she'd dropped to her knees. Her hand was hesitant, but she reached out and touched her brother's face. The fire had reached him too. "Fa'na cibbucat du...du..." She choked.

Before her thoughts could organize, darkness threatened to consume Yuna's vision. "Tuh'd lusa yho lmucan." A voice whispered in her head. "Dra tyng ryc fugah. Yht ra'c lusehk duu lmuca." Before her very eyes, Yuna could have sworn on her life that her child stood just before her.

"I think we're walking in circles." Jassu complained.

"We not walkin' in circles, Jassu." Botta replied. "Look," he pointed ahead of them. "The Moonflow is just up ahead."

"But I coulda sworn..." Jassu trailed off.

"Liya...missing." The Auruochs stopped in their tracks as one of the guardians of Gagazet appeared before them. The Ronso Elder stared down at them, as intimidating as he'd ever been, yet in his eyes, they could see his distress. "Bevelle party...missing."

Wakka hurried to stand before Kimhari. "What!?" His brows furrowed.

"Kimhari speak with Bevelle." The blue cat-like guardian replied. "Bevelle tell Kimhari of party. Kimhari come to meet Aurochs. Kimhari don't find Bevelle party."

"Are you sure?" Wakka pressed. "Maybe you just missed them?"

Kimhari shook his head. "Kimhari bring other Ronso. Ronso don't find Bevelle party." He said. "Only this." He held forth a leather pouch.

Wakka reached out and accepted the small bag and opened it up. He shuffled through the contents and pulled pieces out. A rolled up map, the crest of Bevelle, a compass, a sphere...

Wakka removed the sphere and held it out to watch. Turning it over it came to life and produced an image of a girl with brown and blonde hair. A set of eyes that were mismatched in the most extreme way. She smiled out from the sphere and arranged herself as if to speak, but no words came from her when her lips began to move.

"What happened?" Wakka asked quietly. "What is going on?"

"They'll come for me." She hissed.

"I doubt that very much." He replied. "They don't even know where you are."

She glanced about herself, timidly.

"You don't even know where you are." He added.

She stared at the dark figure for a long time, her eyes trying desperately to see through the dark that he kept wrapped around himself. The most she'd ever seen, were his hard blue eyes. Eyes that drilled into her own, a pair that she couldn't seem to escape, even in the deadest of night. They were always watching.

"I want to go home." She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.

"You're not the only one." He replied softly.

Liya stared at him. He'd lost himself in thought again. But the comment had tickled her curiosity. He seemed capable enough of picking himself up and returning home. Wherever that home just may be. Even if...

"Do you know what it's like?" He asked without looking at her. "Do you know what it's like to watch everything you've ever cared about, fall apart around you? To watch the one person alive you care about being torn from your arms?"

He'd looked to her finally and Liya had bit back her lower lip.

Her brown eyes smiled at him from within his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, her face haunted him. He'd waited so long to see her face again. To hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be better now. But the Fayth had lied.

He never saw her again. Not even in death.