Chapter 2
Rain was in the air. The shopkeeper at the Calm Land's travel agency prepared the tarpaulin used to shield from the wind whipping the ice-cold rain into his face. Sometimes he cursed Mr. Rin for the impossible architecture of his shops. Although very, very quietly.
The playful breeze of the plains coupled with the stoic snow-burdened clouds of Mt Gagazet resulted in a storm that always caught travellers unaware. For the shopkeeper it meant dealing with soaked, and considerably grumpier customers.
The first raindrops arrived, beating out a smattering, pattering rhythm on the tarpaulin. He watched morosely as the drops increased in frequency, until all he could hear was the tippity-tap of water hitting cloth. He went inside.
Auron trugded forward, robe soaked, boots yielding to the suction of mud. He was troubled. What had happened at the foot of the mountain cast a whole new light on the situation.
He had made his way succesfully down Gagazet, where two Ronsos had been guarding the exit to the plains. At first they showed great surprise, but soon hurried with joyous expressions towards him, calling him "sir" and "guardian". Guardian of Summoner Braska.
The name sounded right, Braska. Like a well-used sword to its master's grip, so the name rolled easily off his tongue. The Ronsos had also told him to seek for their leader, the Elder, at Bevelle, where, as they said, the whole world had gathered to celebrate. "To celebrate what?" he had asked. The two had had looked at him, confused, insofar as you can tell with Ronsos, and answered: "The death of Sin, my lord."
He never had forgotten, had he? That's what Lord Braska, Jecht, and he had set out to defeat. What had been a duty, a holy mission, a drunkard's dare, had changed the lives of hundreds of thousands. Now, as he thougt back, one of the Ronsos had asked about "the other guardian". That was Jecht.
He heard a noise which made him tense. A wolf leapt at him, young and hungry, and soon, very much dead. Auron wiped his blade in the wet grass. Bevelle it was then.
Rain was in the air. The shopkeeper at the Calm Land's travel agency prepared the tarpaulin used to shield from the wind whipping the ice-cold rain into his face. Sometimes he cursed Mr. Rin for the impossible architecture of his shops. Although very, very quietly.
The playful breeze of the plains coupled with the stoic snow-burdened clouds of Mt Gagazet resulted in a storm that always caught travellers unaware. For the shopkeeper it meant dealing with soaked, and considerably grumpier customers.
The first raindrops arrived, beating out a smattering, pattering rhythm on the tarpaulin. He watched morosely as the drops increased in frequency, until all he could hear was the tippity-tap of water hitting cloth. He went inside.
Auron trugded forward, robe soaked, boots yielding to the suction of mud. He was troubled. What had happened at the foot of the mountain cast a whole new light on the situation.
He had made his way succesfully down Gagazet, where two Ronsos had been guarding the exit to the plains. At first they showed great surprise, but soon hurried with joyous expressions towards him, calling him "sir" and "guardian". Guardian of Summoner Braska.
The name sounded right, Braska. Like a well-used sword to its master's grip, so the name rolled easily off his tongue. The Ronsos had also told him to seek for their leader, the Elder, at Bevelle, where, as they said, the whole world had gathered to celebrate. "To celebrate what?" he had asked. The two had had looked at him, confused, insofar as you can tell with Ronsos, and answered: "The death of Sin, my lord."
He never had forgotten, had he? That's what Lord Braska, Jecht, and he had set out to defeat. What had been a duty, a holy mission, a drunkard's dare, had changed the lives of hundreds of thousands. Now, as he thougt back, one of the Ronsos had asked about "the other guardian". That was Jecht.
He heard a noise which made him tense. A wolf leapt at him, young and hungry, and soon, very much dead. Auron wiped his blade in the wet grass. Bevelle it was then.