Hi, thanks for the review. this is the second chapter. I know the story's moving a little too slow, but I'm kind of just building up drama... hehehe! Hope you'd like it.

Oh, and I don't own FFX2, okay?

Lenne was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair gently, her thoughts swimming. It has been over a month now that she had made her decision; that she will follow a different path now.

Not that she didn't want to sing or perform anymore. She loved the stage. It gave her a different sense of fulfillment when she lights up the stage, simply because she knew she makes people happy. And now her own happiness was torn between two equally righteous goals and now, she didn't know which path to choose.

Suddenly, Choras burst into her room. She was a buxom woman, tall as she was wide. Lenne felt her heart soften. She loved her nanny, who had raised her since she was very young. And now she felt guilty for making her worry.

"Where in Yevon's name have you been, child? I ws almost on top of everyone looking for you," said Choras, rushing to her and scooping her up into her huge arms. Lenne felt her face get squashed into the woman's breasts.

"Choras, I'm all right! Let me go! I can't breath!" Lenne screamed, struggling to free herself from the iron grip.

Choras held her out at arms length, examining her face critically. "Why didn't you show up for your concert? The people were ballistic. I was ballistic!"

Lenne smiled sheepishly, scratching her head. "I know. I'm sorry, Choras. I didn't know what came over me. I just had to get away tonight so I went out for a walk."

"A WALK?! Lenne, you were gone for six hours!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll have to reschedule the concert on the night after tomorrow. My fans will hate me if I don't show up this time." Lenne pulled free from her nanny's grasp and unceremoniously dropped to her bed. She looked out into the night sky from the window on her ceiling.

Well, you won't be seeing anything from here, Lenne.

Lenne let out a small sigh. "Choras, did you know that this was supposed to be my last performance?"

Choras looked at her for about a minute, then sat down beside her. The bed groaned under her weight. She put a reassuring hand on Lenne's back. "I knew, dear. I knew. The only thing I'm worried about is if you're ready."

Lenne turned to face her. For a big lady, she had the softest face. "Tonight was supposed to be the end of my career as a Songstress. And to tell you honestly, I'm not sorry. I mean, being a Summoner is my choice, and it's a noble as any cause could be."

"Then why didn't you show up?"

Lenne frowned, shaking her head. "Because although it's easy for me to let go, it's kind of hard for me to move on."

They fell into an awkward silence.

Lenne continued to brush her hair. "I'll be leaving soon. Not even you can come with me. I'm going alone."

Choras suddenly catapulted from her place on the bed, bouncing a bit as she put her hands on her hips. "I'll be your Guardian, Lenne."

Lenne stared at her in disbelief, eyes widening. A guardian was supposed to accompany a Summoner throughout her pilgrimage. It was a dangerous and holy journey all over Spira to acquire Aeons found in temples scattered in different places of the world. She could not imagine her nanny lumbering around, battling fiends and the like.

She burst out laughing. "Oh, Choras! You can't be a Guardian. It's too dangerous for you." She gave the big lady a hug when she saw the offended look on her face. "I love you too much and I don't want to risk your life fro me. I want to become a Summoner because I want to protect people. And if you were to be put in danger, then my cause is useless."

Lenne felt her return the embrace. "But Lenne, where will you eat? How will you take a bath? Who'll wash you back?" She gasped in horror. "You know you can't reach your back."

Lenne laughed even more. "A Summoner can overlook such basic inconveniences, you know."

She looked up at the older woman. "I've been training for eleven years to become what I am now. And I've made up my mind a month ago that I'm going on this pilgrimage." She smiled sadly. "I really don't have any friends, just fans, so I really don't know if anyone would be willing to risk their life for me and be my Guardian. But I'll stick to my decision."

"But - "

"But I'll be back," she said, determined. "And when I do, I'll be a Summoner by then."

"But - "

"No buts, Choras. You understand me, don't you? No, don't cry!" Lenne gently wiped the fat tear that slid down the woman's cheek.

Choras looked down ar Lenne oddly. She seemed pretty depressed. "If only your parents were here, they would be so proud."

Lenne smiled her small smile, though she barely felt like smiling at all.

This is the right thing. My parents will be proud. I will make a lot of people happy.

Oh, Yevon. I hope so...