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Notes: Been a bit. Sorry it's short, I'm having some writer's block.

The lift stopped in the dark.

"Too late." Yuna whispered.

Tidus spun Yuna to face him as he desperately searched her face. She went limp in his arms and gasped as her eyes were set aglow. He set himself slowly onto his knees, keeping her well within his grasp.

"They're already within the Chamber." She whispered. "It's over."

"No. It's not over." Tidus replied harshly. "Come on Yuna, get up. You have to lead us there. We have to..."

"What's the use in trying to save the world, when all you do is destroy one another." She murmured. "Why should she help you?"

"Yuna?" Rikku hesitantly stepped forward.

"She's not Yuna." Gippal said.

"Yuna, stop it." Tidus ordered.

"She's not..."

"I heard you!" The blitzer shouted. He swallowed and pressed his forehead against his wife's as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please..."

"There's no reason she should save you." Yuna said. "A thousand years has passed, but nothing has changed."

"But we can't change if we don't have the chance." Rikku piped up.

"And how many chances must you unfold?" The voice replied.

"As many as allowed." Gippal replied as he shifted his weight and crossed his arms. "We're human. We're flawed and..."

"And all you do is destroy." She replied.

"And what will she do, if she lets us die?" Tidus asked. "Isn't that destruction?"

Yuna hesitated. She squinted her eyes slightly as her brows knit themselves. The question struck her hard and she tried to sort it through her mind. The spirit hadn't thought of that. But a smile stole Yuna's lips and she nodded her head slightly. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. "Very well."

"Tidus?" Her voice asked shakily.

He hesitated. It was her own voice, but he didn't want to open his eyes only to find pale spheres staring back. Liya had been ripped away, and Yuna had been stolen right in front him. He shook his head and buried his face against her shoulder.

Fingers threaded through his hair and he drew in a sharp breath. Lips pressed against his ear and whispered warmly against his skin. "Tidus." Her voice whispered again. She kissed his cheek, setting her palm against his face and pulling it gently away, as she kissed a trail along his jaw. When she had him just far enough, she pressed her lips to his own, pleading desperately for him to open his eyes to look at her. "Please."

He slowly pealed his eyes open to look down into a blue and green set. "Yuna." He gasped and pulled her tighter against him.

"It's okay." She cooed into his ear. "We have to go."

He raised his face to look at her again, staring at her curiously. Did she know where they were going? Did she know where they were suppose to go? Had it let her go?

"He's taken her into the chamber." She said to him. "We have to stop them."

What had the Fayth meant by his last comments? What was the mystery behind the "memories"? There was no way that Tidus was still just a dream. The Fayth had given him back. They couldn't just take him they? Would they?

And there, all dreams will meet their creator.

What was it all supposed to mean? Wakka could feel his legs growing heavy with every progressive step that the party took.

A faint buzzing interrupted his thoughts. Static coiled from his side as a voice tried to speak out. Fishing his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the small SphereComm and held it out before him. A broken image of Rikku stared back at him.

She was trying to speak, but her words kept breaking up.

"Rikku." He said. "Where are you?"

"We're here...crest of Yuna..." Interference rolled through and Wakka grunted. "Below the city...to chamber...hurry..."

The sphere cut out and a sudden anticipation welled up inside. His legs found a new strength and he hurried after his group until he caught up to Baralai. "I think they're here."

"What?" The Praetor asked curiously and stunned.

"Yuna, Tidus." Wakka replied. "I think that they're here with Rikku."

"How do you..."

"Rikku just tried to contact me. I think she said they're beneath the city."

"And how exactly would we go about getting beneath Zanarkand?" Paine asked.

"Rikku said something about the crest of Yuna." He paused. "I don't know what that means. But I'm sure..."

"Crest?" Paine interrupted his thoughts. "There's never been a crest in Zanarkand. What kind of crest?"

"I don't know." Wakka replied.

"Perhaps within the cloisters?" Paine asked.

"The only one I can think of would be the one upon the lift, that leads into the Chamber of the Fayth where the Final Aeon would have been bestowed by Yunalesca." Baralai offered.

"But the crest of Yuna?" Paine shook her head and folded her arms.

"Not Yuna." Came Kimhari's voice. "Lady Yunalesca."

Where is the sense in all this? Braska believed in Yevon's teachings and died for them! Jecht believed in Braska and gave his life for him!

They chose to die...because they had hope.

Ah... Zaon... Forgive me... Spira has been robbed of the light of hope... All that remains is sorrow.

They had faced off against the first Summoner to lay down her life for Spira. The one who would have given them the final Aeon to defeat Sin, and quiet the world for ten years. They had fought her, and somehow, they had won. Then she had faded. Defeated after a thousand years, and she had been consumed by light. A light he could never forget.

"The crest." Wakka murmured in realization.

"Pray for it!" The voice demanded.

His hand thrust the small form onto its knees upon the glass floor.

The small being wept quietly as small hands splayed out on the smooth glass.

"Pray! Make it come to life!" The man ordered. He glanced over his shoulder then back down at the child. It had pressed its head to the floor and began to whisper quickly. Its breaths were quick and drawn between words, but it never faltered.

Tears formed within Liya's tightly closed eyes and were pressed out from the corners. They streamed down her face until they fell upon the glass, pooling before sliding down the faint sloping curve. She gasped out a faint sob, then bit back her lip. Refusing to open her eyes, she continued to pray.

The lifeless statue gave off a faint glow. And the ground slowly began to tremble, dislodging loose pieces of the earth. Liya opened her eyes, but the words continued to fall from her lips. The glow set her mismatched eyes afire and they widened.

He looked about cautiously, taken aback by the trembling beneath his feet. His eyes darted to the girl on the ground. She'd raised her head from the stone floor and was now staring down at the statue that was now cracking as light splintered through the hard form.

"What?" His voice hissed. "What's going on?"

Arrogant mortal.

It was a woman's voice pounded in his head. It was strong and ethereal of sorts, and it shook him to the core.

How dare you cross my threshold.