(Author's Note: Because I din't want it to be a confusing issue-who was singing, I added brackets. I hope they help.)
HerIn a perfect world
One we've never
known
We would never need
To face the world
alone…
Lenne felt strong arms supporting her. A voice whispered in her head that everything was all right, that she was safe. The voice sounded like…Shuyin?
"Shuyin?" Lenne asked, dumbly.
"It's okay, Lenne. You just took a fall. I'm here now, it's all right," the sound of his voice brought instant comfort to Lenne. She couldn't remember falling. In fact, she didn't remember leaving the stage after her last concert a minute ago, an hour? Before she could ask a small voice asked, very shyly:
"Is the Summoner going to be all right?" It was Topi, a small boy who had been at her concert. She had especially remembered him, because he had come up to her before the show and had asked for her autograph. He had been so sweet and unassuming. Lenne opened her hazel eyes to find three pairs staring back at her. Shuyin's ocean blue, Topi's green and another that she didn't recognize. It belonged to an elderly woman, her eyes violet, her hair silver, wearing a green dress.
Lenne and Shuyin had only been back to Zanarkand for a few days, but there was already quite a gathering. She didn't understand it, why people thought she was so amazing. She was just a Summoner who was also a Sonstress.
"How did I do?" Lenne asked, getting to her feet, with more than a little help from Shuyin and Topi.
"You were fantastic," Shuyin informed her, giving her a light kiss. Topi screwed up his face in disgust, which made Shuyin laugh. He dismissed Topi with a jerk of his head. The boy scrampered off to play that new game…what was it called? Oh, yes, blitzball. Lenne looked around, but she could no longer find the old woman with the violet eyes. Shuyin was looking down on her, a concerned expression on his face. Lenne assured him she was fine and said,
"Let's go home."
HerI may not be brave or strong or smart…A little while later, sitting around a fire outside the city, Shuyin broached the subject again with Lenne.
"You blacked out…again," he said, and Lenne gave a little sigh. She had heard all this before, Shuyin's argument. He was right in some ways. The pressures of being a Summoner and a Songstress were overwhelming at times. The problem was, Lenne didn't want to give either of them up. She was a beautiful girl, with a well-formed face, light brown hair and hazel eyes, eyes that could look into your soul, and a smile that would warm the most glacier of hearts.
"I know, but I'm fine, really. Just a little tired." Shuyin gave her a look of incredulity. He had heard that before too. He was worried for her, worried that she would burn herself out too quickly, when they had so many years to be together. And that's what scared him most. The thought of losing her.
HerBut somewhere in my secret heart
I know…Love will
find a way…
Lenne noticed a change in Shuyin's expression.
"Hey," she said, "It will be alright. I'll try to take it slower, but the people need me." A thin smile came to Shuyin's lips.
HimI was so afraid
Now I realize…
"The people," he informed her, "Always need something." As if to emphasize this statement, at that moment, a mob (but a gentle mob) crowded around the Summoner and her Guardian. Shuyin gave Lenne a little 'I-told-you-so' smile and she smiled back. No matter where they were or who they were with, as long as they were together, it didn't matter.
HimLove is never wrong
And so it never dies
There's a perfect
world
Shining in your
eyes…
ThemAnd if only they
could feel it too
The happiness I feel
with you
They'd know…
The crowd dispersed, after Lenne had given out her share of advice, counsel and blessings, and it was just her and Shuyin again. This was her favorite time. When they were together, just the two of them. She was safe with Shuyin and he was safe with her. They protected each other. Now she lay with her back against his chest, staring into the fire. It was silent, but for the sound of the monkeys that popped up here and there. In the distance the noise of the sprawling city of Zanarkand rose and fell, like the breathing of her lover. Shuyin cleared his throat.
"Lenne," he started, then hesitated. She detected a note of worry in his voice, something really had him rattled.
"What is it?" she asked, stiffening, just a bit.
"You-You're not…going anywhere…are you? I mean, you're not leaving or anything like that anytime soon, right?" Shuyin inquired. It was not what Lenne was expecting.
"No, of course not. Why do you ask?" Shuyin sighed.
"It's just that old woman. She said that soon we would be parted, something terrible or-I'm just not sure. I thought she was crazy, but now that I think about it…"
Lenne suppressed a small laugh. She turned to face Shuyin, ready to denounce such a ridiculous statement, but the grave expression on his face stopped her. Very solemnly she assured him: "No, Shuyin. I'll never leave you…ever."
And a pair of violet eyes looked on.
ThemLove will find a way
Anywhere we go
We're home
If we are there
together
Like dark, turning
into day
Somehow we'll pull
through
They had braved many dangers together, but that night they slept the peaceful sleep of the innocent, never knowing that their greatest challenge lay just ahead.
ThemIf we are there
together
Like dark, turning
into day
Somehow we'll pull
through
Love will find a way
I know love will
find a way