Chapter 3: The Rescue

I felt like I had been revived by this one kiss. This one kiss that 'he' so lovingly was giving me. 'His' hands found their way around my tiny waist and held onto me, almost as if 'he' was afraid that I would disappear too. I too wrapped my arms around 'his' waist.

I felt like I was in a temple of safety, for 'he' had enclosed his arms so protectively around me. The pyreflies were dancing in the clear night air above us and were glowing so brightly that they almost outshone the stars themselves.

I then felt us starting to slip below the water's surface. 'He' was still holding onto me so caringly and I could still feel 'his' warm lips on mine.

As we drifted deeper into the lake we removed our lips from each other, parted a few inches and stared at each other. We each had a smile on our faces, which clearly said everything we felt towards each other. There was so much love, that we could have easily showered the world with it and still felt so overpowered by how much we felt for each other.

We were holding onto each other's hands securely as we swam into the depths of the lake. Our legs were outstretched from our bodies and we rotated in a full circle happily gazing into each other's eyes as we let our fingers intertwine with tranquillity.

But then it was as if the most horrible nightmare had intruded in on my dream. Something was taking 'him' away from me. 'He' was slowly fading and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

'He' still held onto my hands and I could still feel 'his' grip on me, but slowly 'his' face was being washed away and so was 'his' gentle grasp on my hands.

'He' was still smiling as 'he' left me in the water alone, and I had a look of horror and sadness on my face as 'he' left me once again.

Why was 'he' leaving? Why can't 'he' be with me? Why can't I be with 'him'?

I swam through the water to where I had last seen 'his' innocent face, frantically waving my hands around, hoping that I would soon bump into 'him'.

But no sooner had I swum forward, I was being flushed through a dark tunnel of death-defying twists and turns.

What's happening? Where am I going? Am I dead? Am I going to the Farplane? Maybe I will see 'him' again? All of these thoughts were flashing throughout Yuna's mind as she twirled through the spine-chilling route, of abrupt bends and fast approaching curves.

Finally after being under the water for so long she lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Hey, girl wake up. What are you doing out here?" a distant voice said to Yuna as they lightly tapped her face.

Yuna groaned from exhaustion. She then fluttered her bi-coloured eyes open only to be blinded by the sun.

"Ouch! My eyes." She whimpered softly as she shut them again, and placed her left hand over them for extra protection.

"Hey we better get you outta here. It's not safe." The voice said again as they pulled her into their arms carefully, not yet knowing whether she was hurt or not.

Yuna let the stranger carry her away in his arms (the stranger was undoubtedly a man as the owners voice was deep and they carried her with ease,) as he ran with her to Yevon knows where.

After that she fell asleep in his arms, daring not open her eyes again for fear of the suns painful glare.

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The next morning Yuna woke up rather late, considering she had been up before sunrise every other morning since…well you know…since she last saw 'him'.

She rubbed her eyes and opened them up to see that she was someplace different.

Her eyes were still a little blurry, but she could tell that she was no longer at home. This new place smelt different, and the noise was a lot different then that of Bevelle.

She looked at where she was now.

She was lying on a pure white bed, which looked much like an experimentation table. She was dressed in a short dark blue dress, which sat just above her knees and tied up at the back.

Yuna was surrounded by four white walls, with a mirror on one in front of the bed.

Slowly she started to rise out of the bed only to be pulled back by her left arm, which was attached to something.

"Ouch!" she cried as she examined her wrist.

"What in the world of Spira is that?" Yuna asked herself as she noticed a long tube sitting firmly in her left wrist, which led to a machine on the side of her bed.

She leaned in closer to the strange object and watched as it lit up every few seconds with a red light.

She proceeded to take it out, thinking whatever it was; she had no use for it. She was clearly fine now, if that was its purpose in the first place.

However, no sooner had she removed it, she started to feel dizzy and her head throbbed with pain.

She lay back on the bed with her right hand raised to her forehead as she felt the rest of her body start to ache terribly.

She made no noise; she just lay there wincing every time a sharp pain shot through her weak body.

Then all of a sudden the agonising pain gradually began to ease, until it had completely left her body.

Wondering what had cured her, she opened her eyes slowly and could vaguely make out a figure sitting on the edge of her bed fiddling with the machine and her wrist.

Without thinking she shut her weary eyes once more and simply asked the person, "Where am I?"

The person had their face turned away from Yuna as they replied enthusiastically, "Why Zanarkand of course. Hey I didn't realise you were awake, I just came in to check up on you."

Yuna felt her eyelids open abruptly at the mention of Zanarkand.

"What did you say?" she stammered as she stared at the persons back, realising that it was a man.

"Zanarkand. You know, the city that never sleeps. Surely you would've heard of it. You were obviously travelling here." He replied.

Yuna recognised the voice as the person who she had first met since arriving here. But that didn't seem to be the first time that she'd heard the voice. She remembered it from somewhere else. It was somehow strangely familiar.

But she left that thought for the time being and thought about Zanarkand.

This was the place that 'he' had lived in before 'he' had met Yuna. But hang on; Zanarkand was called the Zanarkand Ruins for a reason though. Because it was ruins. So if she was in Zanarkand, whereabouts in Zanarkand was she exactly? The whole of Zanarkand had been destroyed one thousand years ago…No Yuna you did not travel back in time to Zanarkand one thousand years ago before Sin destroyed it. So stop thinking crazy things and find out what's going on. For all you know you could be dreaming and you could wake up any minute.

"Miss? Miss can you hear me?" asked the person who was now looking at me.

That's when I felt my whole body collapse as I fainted into a deep sleep hoping that this wasn't a dream after all.

A/N: Hey everyone. How did you think I went in this chapter? Where do you think Yuna is? Do you think she's dreaming? Well enjoy.

P.S. I am going on holidays for two weeks. So I won't be updating from the 30th of December and the two weeks following. But I promise you that when I come back, I will give you plenty of chapters to read. So review me and tell me how I'm doing so far.

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