Nightmare vision
"Sir Seymour!" a familiar voice called. Seymour thenrapidly stood up from his chair
"Ah…Tidus, so, any information about Bevelle?"
"Yes, apparently Bevelle is now highly guarded by the soldiers and monks, which means that it'll be tough to infiltrate ourselves without being seen…I know no more," Tidus responded.
"We'll find a way to sneak in…nothing is impossible…"Seymour simply said.
"So when are you planning on striking?" the young man questioned.
"When the time will seem right to do so…I'll make sure to keep you informed," the older man told his disciple as he walked away, probably to attend to one of his countless meetings.
Much later that night, Lenne came rushing up to Tidus' room and knocked on his closed door. Moments later she knocked again, louder this time since nobody responded.
"Who is it?" Tidus' sleepily demanded. Honestly, Lenne felt bad for waking him up, but she had an important piece of information to share with him.
"It's Lenne…"
The door opened, revealing Tidus; though he was still dressed he looked exhausted.
"What are you doing up so late…" he demanded hoarsely as a small sigh escaped him.
"I came because I've got something to tell you…may I come in?"
The young man stared vacantly straight ahead and yawned (obviously somewhat drowsy) before replying: "Sure, whatever…make it quick though."
After awhile, the young woman had finished her 'story' and now Tidus was wide awake, his eyes glistening in the dim light that the lamp on his desk offered.
"Really? A makina buried in the undergrounds of the Command Center…how bizarre," he said, his soft voice trembling slightly.
"I know, to tell the truth I can hardly believe it," Lenne whispered.
"And Seymour is planning to dig it out and try to gain control of it?"
The young woman nodded. "I don't know why but I think that a war will soon start."
Tidus simply stared down before mumbling: "Yeah…I also have a bad feeling about this whole thing going on."
"Somehow, I feel that I shouldn't have listened to Seymour and Cid's conversation…I'm sorry."
"No, don't be…I appreciate you telling what you heard, thanks," the young man told her as he lifted his head.
"I think I got us into a huge mess…"
"Yes, but at least we know a little more what Seymour's attentions are," he said to himself as wariness suddenly engulfed him.
'Yeah, I now know what he's planning on doing, but how will I be able to stop him?'
Soon, Lenne exited his room, leaving him alone. As much as he wanted to, Tidus couldn't find sleep: Seymour's intentions seemed to have troubled him more and more as years passed by.
"If only there was some kind of way to fix this mess, if there was a way to stop the upcoming chaos…" the blind blond muttered as he rose from his bed. Maybe that if Tidus asked Seymour what his plans were, he would actually get somewhere, but then again, Seymour wouldn't reveal his gloomy ideas to anyone, not even to his loyal slave. The young adult had almost wanted to storm into Seymour's private quarters and yell at him with all his might "what is going on?"
The young man sighed as he felt that not the right time to do this; he had to wait a little longer. Meanwhile he would (secretly) try to gather information on this whole matter and act totally casual about it…or at least attempt to…
A gigantic machine could be seen, and even though it looked lifeless, once it was brought back into reality, thousands and thousands of innocent people would perish.
Suddenly, the metal entity resurrected. Sparks started to emit from it's old, rusty body. Its long metallic legs twitched and spread out, as wings slowly started to materialize themselves onto its broad back. Then, a huge tail snaked out from behind the 'monster' and shook violently. Fierce roars and screams could be heard. The beast, seemed to be summoning something that apparently was underground, as a pale light soaked into the tiny cracks of its metallic armor…
Tidus woke up, startled, it took him a few seconds to recover from his fright and realize that it was only a simple nightmare. A simple nightmare? It certainly did seem quite special: indeed, Tidus could actually see what his dream was all about, usually whenever he dreamt, the boy wouldn't visualize anything; he could only hear.
Tidus then blinked hard and stared at his hands. Even though he knew that it probably was still dark, the blond tried to catch a glimpse of the outlines of his hands and body. However, it didn't work. He sighed; partly disappointed as he thought of how stupid he must've looked.
"It was…so strange," he muttered to himself "not only could I see, but…the dream; it was…it looked so real!"
Probably he imagined it all, but something told him that all of it truly happened.
The rest of the night was spent awake, he kept thinking about the nightmare, about what he saw, it took him awhile to actually figure out that the mysterious makina in his dream was maybe connected to what Lenne had told him, hours ago.
"What is going on?" he angrily asked to no one in particular.
We came to warn you…
Hearing a voice he snapped out of his deep thoughts.
"Huh? Is somebody here?" he demanded.
The dream…
"What!" Tidus yelled getting confused, "What about the dream? And…who are you!"
Suddenly, he saw pyreflies gather around him. He watched them as they started to form a small silhouette.
"I…can see?" the blond mumbled, awed as his eyes fully adjusted to the light that the pyreflies offered.
I came to warn you about what you saw…
"…wait y-you mean the dre-dream?" Tidus questioned, still shocked.
The small silhouette nodded strongly.
Yes, as you may have noticed this wasn't an ordinary dream
Tidus absently nodded down at the small person before saying: "W-wait! How…how do you know about it!"
Because all of it is connected to us
"All of what? What are you connected to?" he questioned as he squatted down before the ghost like creature.
You shall understand
"I don't get it!" Tidus screamed in frustration.
…don't worry…I think we shall soon meet again
With that, the phantom burst into a heap of pyreflies and the blond boy's vision became dim and started blurring.
"None of this makes any sense; not one bit!" he cried as warm tears of anger and confusion slowly trailed down his tan cheeks…
To be continued…
Well there it is! For a (rather long) while I was sort of REALLY lacking inspiration and it suddenly came back to me. There were of course other reasons…anyways I hope you liked this chapter and I'll TRY to post sooner next time
Sorry…