Moon Says: That she is a butt-hole is what she is. Especially for not finishing Spy, but when I decided to write something today, this one hit me more. Although, I may put it on Hiatus again till I go buy the game and started playing the remastered version. I didn't think it would be this long. I'm surprised, actually. When I read my summary, I had thought that it would be horrible.
NOTES: I am going to go back and edit both this chapter and the previous. I re-read some bits and was a little horrified at the mistakes. That and I realized that they way I was going to make Yuna was stupid. There really is no reason to bash her, even if it is easier and makes certain thing easier to justify. I changed my OC's name too. I think this one fits better.
CHALLENGE: Who can tell me the significance of my OC's name? Any question will answered about the fic, or I could add in something you want. First come first serve!
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Updated: 13 Feb 2015
Intervention
~Chapter 2~
I came to my senses and found myself under the water. Again. I honestly don't understand how every time Sin attacks I end up blacking out and reawake in water.
As quickly as I could, I swam to the surface. I took a deep breath when my head broke the surface of the water. Of course, just my luck, something decides to slam itself right into my head.
"What the hell?" I muttered as I looked around. I heard idiots from not too far from me on the beach yelling.
"WHERE DID HE COME FROM?"
"You just killed him! Idiot! Dude was drowning, and you just drowned him some more!"
I really didn't have time for this. Sin had already attacked me twice, and I still wasn't even close to my Summoner.
The next second, I felt a tap against me—it wasn't as hard as what happened before only soft but rubbery really. My eyes went to my right—a blitzball.
Huh. Didn't expect that. At least it isn't something trying to kill me…although if I was a regular human, it might have given me a concussion or something….causing me to drown. Am I a magnet or something that says: hey, Sin, attack me and then send me somewhere that could kill me.
"Hey! You okay?" a different male voice called out to me. I looked up to find the voice, and it belonged to a man who needs a shirt.
I could imagine her voice in my ear, chuckling. Really, can you talk? Not that I mind the bit of chest showing.
I'll admit, I did, in fact, have a bit of chest showing, but that didn't mean my whole front was open. Did this guy not fight? At least most of my body was covered..I had more protection. Though I will admit, I did have an open shirt because I wanted her to look. It was payback really for all those damn tight clothes she wore.
Another tap from the ball.
If there are people here, that means that I hit Besaid Island. I was closer, after all, to it than Kilka. Damn. She absolutely wasn't here. But…I do love Blitzball…she wouldn't mind, right? Besides, few minutes wouldn't hurt and the boat, judging from the position of the sun—and how the fuck do I know that?—it already sailed away from this Island for today.
I grabbed the ball, and I let instinct take over. That ball sailed right past those idiots who hit me with it—can't they aim?—and into the woods behind them.
With that done, because, really, I couldn't leave the ball in the ocean, I swam ashore. As soon as I was out, the yellow pants guy with no shirt came up to me.
"Are you alright, man? We didn't mean to hurt you," then he paused for a second, and his eyes went to where I sent the ball. "That was amazing! You're no amateur. Who you play for? "
The first words out of my mouth were going to be the Zanarkand Abes, but then I remembered what happened on the boat. The Al Bhed girl said Zanarkand was gone…so I wouldn't be saying that. I'll just play up on the Sin memory thing that girl was talking about.
"I don't remember actually; I was attacked by Sin, twice, so my brain is a little fuzzy." I lied; oh, if she could see me now. My girl always said I was horrible at lying.
"Aw, man, that's not cool. You okay though, so praise be to Yevon! Well, it seems like you can play good. You want to join our team? We're going to play in a Blitzball tournament soon. We'll leaving for Luca in a few days, and who knows, you could find your team there."
As much as I loved playing Blitzball, I couldn't deviate from finding her. And there was that little guy who always showed up in weird places at weird times…I just had a feeling she needed me like yesterday.
"I'm sorry, man. I can't. I'm looking for someone. My Summoner, actually." I replied.
As much as I wanted to play with him, I learned my lesson the hard way. I would never put something before her again. Not her sister, not Blitzball, nothing. I couldn't recall the number of games and concerts I attended when there was a mission to go on. She was always forced to use the others of our team; not that I cared, I loved those guys. They were our family. But one was a man-whore, and the other…I always suspected my girl had a crush on him. Despite being in love with me.
If she did fall in love with him, then that was the price I would have to pay for leaving her so much. But it wouldn't matter if she is in love with someone else or not. I won't leave her ever again. Even if I have to watch her be happy and in love with someone who wasn't me.
Besides finding her, I need to find out what happened to Zanarkand. If it was really a thousand years ago…did Sin take me through time?
No. Damn Sin. I had already ruled that out, so maybe Sin's toxin was really fucking with my mind. What was my plan before? Find a Fayth.
And if I'm on Besaid Island…sigh. That is one can of worms I really didn't want to open, but to find her, I would do whatever it took.
Anything and everything for her.
Of course, that was why we were in this position in the first place.
"That's too bad. A Guardian, eh? You don't seem to be a good one if you lost your Summoner."
I snorted. "That's an understatement." I looked back out over the water, sadness filling me. "We had a fight, and then we were separated. I need to apologize. I need her…" I trailed off because really, I didn't need to air my dirty laundry in front of this guy who I didn't know or trust.
He was quiet for a second. "You love her, don't ya? I know what it's like to lose someone and still have so much you want to say to them. I'm Wakka, coach and captain of the Besaid Aurochs, brudda. Maybe I can help you find her. We got a Fayth Temple here; maybe someone can help."
I looked up and locked eyes with him Judging from his words and the softening of his face as he looked into my eyes (did I need to tell him I'm off limits?) I could tell he bought my story and truly wanted to help.
Wakka nodded to me then turned back to his team. "All right, back to practice! I'm going to take our new friend here to the village. All of you better keep practicing."
As we started walking, I felt like I could trust Wakka. Maybe he could help be figure out what the fuck is going on.
"It's true Zanarkand was destroyed, right? A thousand years ago? So it's just a big pile of rubble now, isn't it?"
Wakka was silent for a second, gathering his words. "Long time ago, there were a whole lot of cities in Spira. Big cities with machina-machines-to run 'em. People played all day and let the machina do the work. Lazy fools. And then, well, take a look," he said as he pointed to some ruins that we were passing.
In the instant I saw it, I had a clear picture of what Besaid had once looked like. It wasn't as big or glorious as Zanarkand, but it was something. At least for it being an Island. The girl, the one we let get in between us out of some misguided sense of us trying to love and protect her, loved it here. In fact, I remembered, or at least he does, that toward the end she tried to get us to promise after the war was over to come live here permanently—away from the one I really wanted and loved. She wasn't stupid. The guys always said that keeping our relationship a secret and the way we dealt with her was going to come and bite us in the ass one day. I remember that the one I was most afraid of, the one I was scared would steal her away; he never really said anything about the whole fucked up situation (at least to my face). But the looks on his face…I knew he hated me. He hated me for doing this to her, but he was disappointed in her too. After all, she was the one who suggested it.
I barely remember it, but I think it overheard them one day talking about our secret.
"I don't understand why you would want to hurt yourself. I know you love your sister, but this isn't the way to do this. Your sister is just as much of a person as you are. This whole charade is killing you. And how do you think she's going to feel when she finds out that the man she loves and thinks is in love with her is just playing her for a fool because he's really in love with her sister? The sister who told him it was okay to be with both of them. You hate lying, so why do this?"
"Just drop it Shin," she whispered. "I already know this. What else am I supposed to do? Our parents are dead. They've been dead for years, and ever since she was small, I've been the one raising her. I want her to be happy. She is the center of my world. I do everything for her. All the missions, being a Summoner, running back and forth between all these fucking cities, the war, being at the beck and call of anyone and everyone…I do it for her."
"Don't bullshit me. You spoil her because it's easier than dealing with her. You can't say no because you don't know how. I never thought I would call you of all people a coward, Emma, but you are one. Most of all, you're afraid she will hate you. That she will leave you. For a woman so fucking strong, your biggest fear is for those you love leaving you. You can't stand the thought of her leaving you—the only family you have left. So you're willing to do anything to keep her happy and satisfied. You'll give her the one you love—your first friend—the one thing in the world you don't want to share. Why him, though? Do you want to keep him from leaving you too? I bet you know what he wants most of all—he wants someone to need him, someone he can protect. He doesn't feel that way about you, does he? That's why he agreed, and you're just as fucking sacred that he leave you too," there was a pause, before the older man continued. "Tell me, if she wanted me, would you let her have me?"
I heard something slam then, and the Al Bhed laughed softly. "Really? I told you it was eating you up inside, look at what you're doing to me, attacking me of all people. Of course I don't mind; you know I like it rough…"
That was when I first thought something was going on between them. It deepened the hurt I felt by her. Yes, I loved her more than anything or anyone else on this planet, but she didn't need me. She was so strong that she didn't need anyone. Growing up, my mother didn't give a shit about me. So all I wanted in the world was to be needed…and at first she was so lost that she needed me. But then we found the others, she gained a family that accepted her, and it didn't seem like she needed me anymore. She stopped telling me everything. And yet, here she was talking about all this to someone who wasn't me. It hurt so much. Maybe that's why I went along with this stupid plan. I knew it was going to hurt her, so I wanted to hurt her as she was hurting me.
If only I had seen the truth as the one who stole her from me did. If only she had said something to me. I wondered would everything have been okay if our pride, fear, and hurt didn't get the better of us.
Hindsight, they say…
It doesn't matter now. Now, I am going to find her and fix what I did wrong. I just hoped it wasn't too late.
"… Sin's our punishment for letting things get out of hand. What gets me, though... is we gotta suffer, 'cause of what some goofballs did way back when! 'Course, we must always repent for our sins! That's important! It's just that, it's hard to keep at it sometimes, you know?"
What..the...fuck? I should have known…a Yevonite.
Yevon…
"So, let me get this straight, make sure I remember right," I started, trying to put the pieces together from what I missed. "Machina is bad, Yevon is good, and Sin is our punishment for the people in the past being lazy idiots and creating weapons of mass destruction?"
After I said that last bit, I knew that was from the memories that come and go. Yeah, machina did get out of hand. That was why everything went to hell. Something got in me (did I go temporary insane?), and I went to the one thing I shouldn't have. I remember finding out her sister left and tried to end the war. That Bevelle had captured her and was going to kill her as a spy. That's when the trouble started.
"I didn't want this to happen! Stop! I'm sorry…I shouldn't have used that…this isn't what I wanted."
"They're coming! You have to snap out of it. You came to save me; you did. Now, let's go home my love."
"Please don't…dare die!...worse wounds….live without you…forgive me. This is all my fault...anything, Kami, but please…from me."
And I went blank again. I was getting tired of remembering something, something important, and then losing it all.
I turned my attention back to Wakka. Emma…my memories named her—my mysterious love's name…was going to berate me when she finds out that I was lost to my duality so much that I lost track of my surroundings. More than once.
Of course, I didn't really miss anything. He was just going on and on about Yevon.
Yevon. The Yevon Wakka was singing love sonnets about was the one who was like a grandfather to my Summoner. No. No, it was the other one. The one I never liked.
I wonder what Wakka, such a devote Yevonite, would do if he found out the truth about his beloved Yevon.
Yevon ended the war alright…
And there it went again.
At least I knew now that he was obsessed and in love with Yevon so he might just have been trying to hit on me before. Not like it was the first time a male hit on me, damn man-whore, but I was a taken man. Whether she took my back or not.
I came back to my surroundings when we got to a cliff. Looking over it, I knew this was Besaid Village. A place that stirred emotions in me that I didn't want to feel.
Guilt. Regret.
"This is where I was born. I started Blitz when I was five. I joined the Aurochs at thirteen...ten years ago. Ten years...and we never won a game. Well, after last year's tournament, I quit. Time seemed right."
"That's harsh. I had a home, once, but I was always traveling. It interfered with my Blitzball, but I never cared. That is until she told me to stay. Enjoy my life she said. Now, I know Blitzball wasn't as important as she made it out to be…as I had once thought it was," was my reply as I tried to match him. I needed an ally, and I knew if I played along, let him get to know me, then an ally, and maybe a friend, was what I would get. After all, he seemed sympathetic about me losing my love before…
Wakka nodded. "When I quit, I got a new job, but my mind was always wandering. It seemed no matter what I did, I always thought about the other. Job or the game. I decided this year to do it just one more, and then I was going to fully focus on the here and now."
"Good goal," I said.
We stood in silence for a few seconds. I could just feel his excitement when he was talking about Blitzball.
"A major Blitz tournament's coming up. All the teams in Spira'll be there! It's so huge, I'm sure someone there will recognize you! You too good to not be on a team. Then you can go back to your old team, right? It'll be fun! What do you say, huh? Come on, come on!"
I shook my head. "Sorry, Wakka. I made the mistake of choosing the game over my Summoner once. I won't do so again. No matter how much I love playing, either."
Wakka really looked at me then. I think he was searching for something. After a few seconds, he found it. "That is what being a Guardian is all about. They come first. I won't ask again, and I'll make sure the guys don't either. Now, let's get going. You're probably hungry."
As soon as he said that, my stomach started to growl.
Wakka laughed, and he told me we weren't too far from the village now.
As he turned around and started to go away from the village, I got confused. Why didn't he just jump down? Then I sighed and followed after him. He didn't look like he was a warrior, so he wouldn't be conditioned to do that jump, nor would he have to magic or training to make it survivable with no injuries.
As we got down the hill and turned toward the road leading into the village, two young men stopped us and went about warning us of fiends and the like. I ignored them. Wakka apparently was waiting for me to ask about them, but when he didn't, he shrugged and continued on.
They didn't seem that important to me, so why ask about them?
When we got into the village, Wakka started to point and identify certain places. I nodded and didn't say anything until he said something about the prayer.
"What prayer?" I asked, thinking that this was some Yevonite thing that I really didn't want to be a part of, especially if the Yevon was that old man's son.
"Man, that's like the basics of the basics. You must have forgotten. Sin's Toxin, yeah. Alright. I'll show you." Wakka then did this bow…that looked exactly like the fucking Blitzball sign for victory.
Someone was fucking with me. How could Blitzball be religious? Esecpailly since that was one of the reasons that ass, Yevon, hated me. He said I played too much time on it and didn't spend another time as a Guardian should: protect his Summoner. But she never acted like a Summoner. More like Guardian. How else was I supposed to treat her?
I did the stupid prayer in return, and then he started walking toward the temple.
About halfway to the temple, he stopped at a hut. "Okay, now go present yourself to the temple Summoner, then I'll get you something to eat. Maybe praying will jog your memory."
I walked the familiar yet not path and entered the temple. The first statues I saw was of Lady Yunalesca and Lord Zaon. I knew them. They had been like parents to us. Lord Zaon was how the two of us met. We had signed up for Guardian classes, but that was before she was chosen.
A priest came next to me and pointed to a statue that was unfamiliar. "Ten years have passed since Lord Braska became High Summoner. And finally we receive a statue for our temple."
High Summoner? Wasn't that the rank of those in the Summoner Council? I remember when she was appointed then. We weren't even sixteen yet. High Summoners were the ones who had gained certain control and power over the Aeons they were granted. They were the ones who made all the decisions concerning Summoners (like who became Apprentices, who could start the trails, etc), and they were the top in their class. To be a High Summoner was an honor not given out for just everyone; they were the ones who decided who was fit for certain roles: like healing, dancing for the dead, fighting, teaching, temple care, or the like. They were among our strongest. Below the High Summoners one had the Class Summoners—they were the ones who taught, cared for the Temples, healed, fought, dead dancing, etc. Under them were the Summoners who were learning and hadn't been placed yet. And at the bottom were Apprentice Summoners. Above the High Summoners you had the Grand Summoner—she was the one over all of them, like a Queen in a way.
Lady Yunalesca was the best we'd ever had. And my girl was going to surpass her. Just as I was going to surpass Lord Zaon as Head Guardian. But that was before everything went to hell—a hell of our own making.
As I listened to him drone on and on, I had a feeling, especially with the past tense he used, that Lord Braska was dead. High Summoner did not mean the same here. This must have been what she talked about, the Al Bhed girl, ten year reprieves. I truly was in a different world.
"What do you mean High Summoner? How did he earn that rank? I ask because I just had a run in with Sin. I've been effected by the toxin and have trouble remembering." I quickly added before he could so much as blink at my question.
He nodded and replied with an answer that didn't really help me. "The Summoners are practitioners of a sacred art, sworn to protect the people of Yevon. Only a chosen few become Summoners, who call forth entities of great power: the Aeons. The Aeons hear our prayers and come down to us. They are the blessing of Yevon."
Yeah, that didn't help me at all. An Old Man had overheard us and told me, "One of the four Summoners that fought Sin in the past. Lord Ohalland, Lord Gandof, Lord Yocun and Lord Braska, it was. Spira would have fallen to Sin long ago if the High Summoners weren't around!"
So does that mean one is given the rank of High Summoner if you fought Sin and defeated him? Or was it one could only fight Sin if they were of the rank? I bet it had to do with the sacrificing the Al Bhed girl was talking about. Was the rank of High Summoner given to those who defeated Sin with the Final Summoning? And where was this extremely strong Aeon located? There was always the rumor that the Fayth in Zanarkand held the ultimate Aeon…but no one could ever find the Temple let alone the Fayth. Emma told me that she had found the Fayth, but something had happened afterward. What had happened? I know she saw the Fayth twice…but after that…what was it that Lady Yunalesca said? I don't know whether or not I am happy she could do what I could not. Never ask her, my dear, what it was the Fayth required of her. She will tell you, but know whatever it is did, it came with a heavy price.
This place was messed up. First, Blitzball's become so religious it's a prayer, and now sacrificial Summoners….
With this new information, and even more questions, I head back to Wakka.
"Man, you look bushed. Take a nap! Lunch can wait."
I was tired, so I did as he suggested.
I was almost asleep with the Priest came in telling Wakka he needed to go check in on someone.
"It's not allowed. You know the rules…"
"But it's been so long…" the Priest replied before the both of them walked out of the hut.
That's when I went into another dream…it was when my father disappeared.
Mom begged them to go look for him, but they said it had been too long. The Priest was ready to give up, but the Guard, after her begging, said people were still looking for him, but there wasn't much hope.
Like I cared.
I saw my younger self confronting my mom when she came back into the boathouse.
"Who cares if he ever comes back?" I questioned, not understanding how much it would hurt her.
Lie. Of course I did. I want to hurt her. She always chose him over me.
"You hate him, don't you?" she asked me softly, pain clearly in her voice. "But he might die!"
"So?" I answered, not really caring about the bastard.
"If he dies, you'll never be able to tell him how much you hate him," was her only reply as she went into her room to cry.
"What am I going to tell him? That I hate him because he doesn't love me? That all he does is be mean to me? That he ignores me, pretends like I don't exist at times? He only pays attention to me is if I mess up, and he is cruel about it. And you never care," I spat at her, but she had already closed the door.
It didn't really matter. I was always alone. Then and now. The only one I ever had was her, but this time growing up, I didn't have her Light.
~Tidus~
When I woke up, I called out for Wakka, but he wasn't there.
I left the hut and walked around the Village before I headed to the Temple. Apparently, it had been two days since the Apprentice Summoner went in to see the Fayth. There could be two reasons for that. Emm was known for not leaving the Fayth's Chamber for days…but that was because she was talking with them, catching up with her friends. Ever since she was Chosen, the Fayth sort of adopted her. The other reasons would be that the Fayth wasn't too impressed with the Summoner or had great reservations about gifting them with their power.
As I approached the Temple and went inside, I closed my eyes and tried to feel out with my magic. The only Temple and Fayth I was ever able to connect with was the one on a different Island…but this one…I was somewhat connect to. Like me, this Fayth was caught in the middle of our struggle. Three Fayth. Three Humans. Foolish all of us.
I opened my eyes after a few seconds because I couldn't get a read on the Temple. There were too many people and too many voices. I'd have to go down through the Cloisters to figure this out.
As I approached, Wakka and the Priest were talking in whispers about something going wrong.
"If she has taken this long, something must be wrong." I said, and they both turn to me.
"What?" Wakka almost yelled, fear in his voice.
"If a Fayth takes this long to accept a Summoner, even an Apprentice one, there must be something holding the Fayth back." I paused for a second. "This Fayth is usually so easy going too…"
The Priest stuttered, and Wakka was almost having a heart attack as he tried not to yell. "What do you know?"
I shrugged. "I'm a Guardian, remember? My Summoner…is known amongst the Fayth. In fact, she is one of the only few who come to just visit them."
The Priest narrowed his eyes. "That is a lie! There are no Summoners who regularly come here. Besides, the Apprentice Summoner is not having problems…even if it has taken a while."
I rolled my eyes. "I didn't say mine comes here. In fact, she avoids this Island like the plague. Apparently, she's having an argument with this Fayth. But Wakka if you're worried, I'll go check on this Apprentice for you."
That's when I bypassed them and started to go through the Trails.
The Priest practically screamed at me. "The Precepts must be obeyed!"
Idiot. Only Guardians and Summoners are allowed back here. I will always be a Guardian.
I'm up the stairs and halfway through the passageways before Wakka caught up with me.
"You're fast man. To do the Cloister Trails this quick? Amazing," he told me, forgetting to berate me for going down when I shouldn't have. Maybe he wasn't so devoted as I thought…or this Summoner was more important to him.
I stopped, turned to him, and tilted my head. "I wasn't doing them."
Wakka seemed confused. "But to get to the Fayth you must do the Trails."
I rolled my eyes at him and continued on. "I already completed them. The magic of the Cloisters Trails are powered by the magic of the Fayth. Once complete, you never have to do them again."
Wakka made a weird noise. "Man, I hope you travel with us. I've heard horror stories about being not completing them or getting lost in them."
"Travel with you?" I asked as we rounded a set of stairs. "So I take it you are one of the Guardians with the Apprentice Summoner."
Wakka nodded. "Known her for years, but I must warn you. One of the other Guardians isn't going to be too happy. In fact, she's got quite a temper," he finished telling me as we come into the inner chamber before the Fayth's room.
"What are you doing here? Didn't think we'd be able to handle it?" the woman Guardian questioned, her tone hard.
She got up an stalked over as Wakka tripped over his words. He's scared of her. Heh. I guess I can't really say anything, I could be the same way with my Emma when she got upset.
When she got over to us, she narrowed her eyes at me. "Who are you?"
I didn't answer as I felt the Fayth's magic flair. My gut started tightening. Something bad was about to happen. I could feel it.
The door opened, and a girl stepped out. As she raised her head, I couldn't look away. Suddenly, I had a flash of another girl. She had longer hair, but there was no mistaking they looked almost identical. This one looked like a child, though…
The girl smiled. "I've done it! I've become a Summoner," she said before she collapsed and the giant blue cat caught her. His race seemed familiar. They lived near Zanarkand…on the mountain that stood protecting the ancient city.
I cut those thoughts off as the door to the Fayth's chamber stayed open. My eyes narrowed as everything clicked into place.
"That wasn't a very good thing to do," I admonished harshly walking toward the chamber.
The others in the room focused on me, but I didn't care. They'd probably assume I was talking to their Summoner…and, in a way, I was.
"Remember what happened last time?"
"Don't remind me boy," a young voice called out as a girl-child appeared in front of me. She too ignored the Summoner and her Guardians. "But I am doing what needs to be done. I've thought about it for two days now. This is the right choice, no matter how much it hurts me."
I snorted, "hurt you? Last time, I remember it hurt Emma a hell of a lot more. And to think you didn't learn your lesson. This one doesn't need that kind of power; she can't handle it!" I growled.
"Learn my lesson? You're a huge part of the problem too," the Fayth stomped her foot showing me just how much of a child she still was even after all this time.
"I've realized my mistake, and I've paid for it." I continued on before she could interrupt me. I had no doubt she was watching over my love or at least in contact with the other Fayth. I had no doubt that Emma was the one who paid the heaviest price; she always did. "I'm still paying for it, and I will pay for the it rest of my fucking life. But right now, I don't matter. She does. Now where is she?"
My eyes went to the girl on the floor, and they turned hard. "I need to find my Summoner and keep them apart."
"Your Summoner?" the girl-child Fayth snorted. It didn't seem right coming from her. "Now she's your Summoner."
I looked at this Fayth and realized that I was stupid for coming down here. I never should have. I should have been halfway across the water to the other fucking Island. If I wanted to be yelled out, I would have gone North to the frozen Temple. Though to be fair, I'll probably be getting an ear full from my Fayth too. Though he can't say anything, he didn't know what to do either.
I turned my back on her, and I left. "I shouldn't have come down here. I should have never gone near you."
I was at the door and about to step a foot out when she called to me. "She's in agony. That's why you're here. She's needs you. The problem of Sin is bigger than either of you realize. You will need help."
I turned my head, but not my body, to look at this Fayth. From what I've gathered, to defeat Sin, one needs to die and do the Final Summoning. Is that what Valefor is telling us to do? Is she telling us to sacrifice this girl?
Is that the fate of the girl? Her chance at redemption?
The girl-child Fayth read my mind. "If there is no other way, yes. We were hoping for another way. Maybe you can find one or get her to look into it. She's had enough time to come up with one."
I twisted back and left the chamber just as I felt her magic disappear.
As I made my way back up, I realized that whatever I was pulled into was deeper than I thought. Did they pull me back to get the two of us to destroy Sin once and for all? To stop Summoners from dying? And what did Valefor mean by my love had enough time? Time…Zanarkand…one thousand years.
The Zanarkand Fayth flashed in my mind as well as the Ice one. I suspected that my love had been cursed. Instead of just being alone as I was, re-living my life, she had been walking a world with no Zanarkand and no me for one thousand years. Did she remember me? Or was she living another life, a half life with fucked memories?
As I exited then Trails and then the Temple, I prayed to the Creator that this wasn't true.
