Hey guys! I know, it's been so insanely long since i've updated this story, but now that marching season's over and done with, I'll update it so much more often! I hope you like this chapter, it has so many plot twists it's insane...
"All preparations are complete, my lord." Vierda sang triumphantly, and the fell silent, waiting for her master's approval and praise.
"Excellent... so easily is a friendship between these pathetic humans severed." his long, slender fingers slid over the crystal fragment Vierda had given him as proof of her work. "Break a little glass, and the threads of the friendship may be cut, all at once with it's edges." His blue-veined fingers set the fragment on the windowledge of the "Lordless manor". Vierda could tell he was happy to be home, but also sensed malcontenment. He was unhappy to see his once classy manor turned tacky at the hands of a scantily-clad blonde woman, and having to ask for the usurper's permission to stay. However, he was a half-guado of self control and the resumed his previous train of thought. "Now the Kyrsae has lost her spirit, and our only opposition with it. We now only need the sphere Braska left his stubborn daughter..."
'Kyrsae?' Vierda wanted to inquire. She had never heard this term before. He must have read her mind and found this confusion, because he aleviated it quickly. "The mortal child of the fayth, born to protect the boundary between the farplane and the mortal world." Vierda's color instanly drained from her face and a tidal wave of pure wonder replaced it. "Don't get me wrong, my dear, she is not inhuman, though...nor is she entirely human either...and intrigueing creature..."
One by one, the dark spots in the shadows of her master's plan were lit up in her imagination. "So this sphere is somehow tied to Kerra, and Braska gave it to Yuna to keep it safe...but why?" His blue eyes flickered with his devious thoughts of power soon to be his. "My dear Vierda, with that sphere, we could help her fufill the purpose of a fayth. 'Her purpose' Vierda thought with sorrow 'to become an aeon...and serve a summoner...'
"Yes, dearest, with that sphere, we shall have under our control the Faythchild Kerra's aeon...Aquestria, the gate-keeper"
The melodies of the Macalanian musicians sang throughout the air. Pyreflies danced through the farplane's sky to such melodies to welcome and celebrate the joyful bride. Yuna's white strapless wedding gown shimmered in reaction to the pyreflies light and colors reflected off its interwoven silver threads and the crystals embroidered into her veil. This day she had waited what seemed like an eternity for, and now was finally the time. Yuna giggled from underneith her veil as she gazed at her groom. Tidus indeed looked rather handsome in his white Yevonite wedding robes, but he also looked very uncomfortable. She knew he was far more used to his blitzball apparel, which was indeed much easier to move in, as it involved a lot less material. Joyful wispers from the crowd only fuelded her exitement as far off in the distance, her mother and father appeared among the other spirits of the passed who wished to see the savior of Spira be wed to the fayth's dream. The fayth also attended and cheered as much as the mortals to see her so happy. Only two did not smile in this joyful hour. Kerra, whose eyes were still red, had sworn it was only allergies to the Guadosalam vegitation. Yuna knew that this was not the case, as it was only Kerra and Baralai affected by these strange 'allergies'.
Kerra sat alone with perfect posture on a beautifully carved seat in the first row. She still felt miserably crushed, but the cheerfulness of the occasion and Tidus' obvious discomfort in so much fabric eased her pain a bit. There also came a strange warmth from being in the farplane, an unidentified warmth she couldn't explain nor decipher. She wanted to look up at the swirling pyreflies, not that they gave her much interest anymore...nothing had recently, but she couldn't bring herself to look up. She knew he was there. He looked handsome in his sky blue and silver robes, they contrasted with his coffee complexion well. It was such a familiar sky-blue...she couldn't remind herself quite where she had seen it before. Next to him stood the uncomfortable groom, with one of Gippal's hands on his shoulder in case he became a little too nervous.
Only one thing disturbed her about the wedding however. She found it odd that the minister hired by Vierda wore not ceremonial robes, but a long, pyrefly embroidered, blue cloak, and what was more, he did not reveal his face to the crowd at all. She knew something was very, very wrong, but as a proper Yevonite lady, she voiced no complaint. Instead she reached for her belt and for her duel-edge blade, only to be met with a gilded corset and robe. She wasn't carrying her blade; Vierda told her that proper Yevonite ladies did not carry weapons. Kerra's senses went wild as she became increasingly alarmed, but for the first time in her life, she felt powerless to stop the danger. 'Where is your strength, Kerra?' she thought to herself, but she knew the answer.
She had forgotten it.
He did not need to see her to sense her insecurity, it radiated toward him. Baralai wanted to reach to confort her, but now was not the time. There were to many people to witness, and he could sense something was about to go terribly wrong...
"It's been too long, My Lady Yuna" a soft male voice creeped from under the dark blue cloak. "Much too long..."
Yuna froze in fear. She knew that voice too well...she hoped, obviously in vain, that she would never have to hear it again....