A/N: This wasn't supposed to be quite as serious as it came out to be, but I figured it wouldn't do to make it a total gag fic. It's a short little thing… FYI, the main tracks I was listening to during this were "Macalania", "Aeons", and "Bevelle's Secrets." I think I'm going to be a geek and make a habit of sharing these things. XD

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The Turning Point

It began when he was just a boy strutting around the streets of Bevelle with his head held high— not that he needed to at all, as he already found himself nearly six feet tall at the tender age of thirteen. He always heard everyone around him loud and clear when they sounded off on the dos and don'ts of everyday living under the watchful eye of Yevon, but although these things were a given in his mind, he found quite early on that he didn't care much. Logos obeyed the teachings just because they were the food he was raised on and the line placed before him. It was routine, and it was a relatively sweet deal: be a good citizen, obey the rules, and be rewarded for it. What was there to question?

He'd only ever heard accounts of the ravages of Sin. Sin hadn't so much as scratched Bevelle since his grandmother was a child, so it wasn't like he had a real lens through which to view its horror. There were always stories trickling up from the south about small island villages being leveled or even casualties in Luca, but he'd never left this city, so they didn't really register. His home was here, along with the… vigorous, family-inflicted edification that he was truthfully beginning to grow bored of. There was no reason to leave, he told himself. No reason at all.

Once, a few years ago, after barraging his tutor with question after question about the ways of the world, Logos learned that Sin could sense where people gathered in large numbers. That was why Luca got attacked every few years. But for all his preadolescent curiosity back then, he hadn't thought to bring up the fact that Bevelle was the largest city in Spira, yet only suffered Sin's attacks once every several decades. Now that he was old enough to think about that, he did think it was a bit odd.

So odd, in fact, that when word traveled that a Sinspawn found its way inside Bevelle's walls, he had to go out and see it.

Of course he was no fool. He knew better than to bolt headlong into certain doom, opting instead to watch from the safety of a dark alcove as Summoner Yocun marched out onto the Highbridge with her Guardian in tow.

Lady Yocun lifted her staff into the sky, and it spun almost as if its smooth shaft didn't touch her palm at all. She swept it down with a flourish, then suddenly whirled to the side and thrust it out in front of her. For a second it pointed directly at him and he ducked down behind the wall, spooked that she'd noticed him or something. He didn't think that the presence of a teenaged boy should or could compare to the grotesque thing looming above her, truth be known, which he likened to a crab gone horribly wrong. An angry crab.

The Guardian raised her sword and struck its shell with a dull, ineffective thunk, struggling to pull it free when it lodged itself inside. Logos saw something like a tail, long and dangerously barbed, twitch up and poise itself over the woman's head as she thrashed and fought to reclaim her weapon. He couldn't get his voice to work. Flinching back into safety, he squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for a terrible sound.

None came. He slowly lifted his head.

A sharp crack pierced the air, followed by the sound of thousands of tiny crystals tinkling to the ground, pyreflies exploding from the fallen carcass of the demon. A few tiny shards flew far enough to collide with his hand and he almost hissed at their unnatural sharpness and cold.

Appropriate that he should freeze when he got a full look at the scene.

It was an aeon, standing there. Standing there, weightless and heavenly like a feather or snowflake, ocean-blue hair falling over sky-blue skin and sparkling in a shower of diamonds, dancing on diamonds—

On that day, clutching his bleeding hand, Logos concluded that he would join Yevon.

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