A/N: Here's another piece. In Final Fantasy X, I always imagined how painful the destruction and attack on Home must have been for Rikku. She tells the group at one point that "Yevon did something really bad to us before". This is just an idea I had of what it could have been.
The prompt for this story is Death. Enjoy, and review when you're done reading!
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Scream
I screamed. Tears filled my eyes and I closed them quickly, wishing I hadn't seen what was before me.
A dark memory popped in my mind. I was little then - four or five years old. I had woken up to a bloodcurdling scream. Frightened, I jumped under the colorful covers. I heard voices, some I didn't recognize.
A shiver shot down my spine as I looked over the sheet. A bright orange-red light was coming through the window above my bed. I stood up on my pillow, poking my head over the windowsill. I gave a short cry. The light was coming from many of the homes on our road. They were burning.
"You will die in the name of Yevon!"
I jumped off my bed, and climbed under it. I started to cry. I was terrified. I didn't understand the Spiran language, and the deep voice that was screaming reminded me of thunder.
"Like hell I will!"
That had been my father. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew my dad was mad.
My door burst open, and I shimmied back farther under my bed. I attempted to stifle my sobs, but I was failing.
"Rikku!"
"Sudran!" I wailed, now crawling out to my mother.
There was a bright light and another scream.
My mother crumpled to the ground in front of my eyes. I was still under the bed, but I screamed. Her back was scorched by fire, but her assailant had already run from the room, perhaps assuming there was no one left.
She lifted her head. "Rikku." Her voice was a soft whisper.
"Sudran..." I sobbed, tears falling down my face. I crawled out, inching nearer to her.
"Mecdah du sa. Oui sicd kad uid uv rana. Oui yht ouin vydran yht ouin pnudran sicd kad uid uv rana." Listen to me. You must get out of here. You and your father and your brother must get out of here.
"Sudran," I wailed again.
"Go! Ky!" she yelled at me.
I cried. It was no longer a soft, frightened cry, but a loud child's cry.
Suddenly I was lifted up by someone, and rushed out of our home. My vision was too blurred by tears to tell where we were headed. I knew there was a group of people with me now, because there was a lot of yelling, mostly in Al Bhed.
I don't recall much more. Hours later when I was reunited with my father and brother, I was told my mother had been killed by a powerful fire spell.
Yevonites had attacked, with little reason, the large area in Luca in which at least a hundred Al Bhed lived.
They had burned the entire section of the city to the ground.
Over half of our friends, family, and loved ones had been slain.
"Rikku!"
Tidus' call awoke me from my short daze.
I was standing on the top of a hill, watching my home in Bikanel being burned and attacked again.
