"This is crazy, we've been walking for hours and we don't have a clue where they are." Auron looked at the bright and shining star that they had been following since they left the shabby encampment. "Let us make camp; it has been a while since we rested." Cloud agreed and said he was going hunting. "What could he possibly hunt in the night," Auron wondered. The dense brush they made camp beside was full of dangerous snakes and spiders. The intense heat from the flames of the fire was almost unbearable as Auron recalled a memory from the past of the person he was looking for.
Island Nation Continent of Spira
Auron looked at the bright sun as he placed his sunglasses on his scarred face. It was going to be a long day and he had best wake up the others. Before he could reach the tent, a man with short blonde hair that crested like the waves of the sea at the base of his neck, walked out and stretched as if the world were on his shoulders. It was his last day to live, although he didn't know it yet. His arms rippled as he bent backward to try to pop his back. His yellow shirt lay lightly over the six-pack he was sporting. His black pants had one leg torn off and an insignia almost like a J with thorns. The Sword he carried looked like water, its handle was wrapped in the finest leather, its pommel had a tassel hanging down from it, its blade was solid and luminous, and a blue tint could be seen in the blade. It had one sharp edge and one blunt edge, but hooked at the end, and it was very efficient in the desert where they were currently residing. Tidus didn't like the tassel though, Auron thought to himself. He was always complaining about it getting in the way. "Hey why so sad, we're finally here at Zanarkand. You should be happy we'll be free of Sin in no time." Tidus laughed at the thought of freedom. Just a few weeks ago he was sucked into a vortex of water and Sin carried him to this place.
"If they only knew what was going to happen next, they wouldn't have been so happy," Auron thought to himself. He stared into the flames in deep meditation as night consumed the world.
Cloud looked at the vast expanse of darkness that loomed overhead. What did he think he was going to find at night. He could see the fire Auron had made to keep them warm and safe. "Now I have to find something to eat." He crouched low to the ground, and waited for any sign of movement. The small flimsy sword on his back was gently lying on his shoulder blade ready to pull at a moment's notice. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he saw a Nibel wolf, its silver fur glistening in the moonlight. Cloud slowly unsheathed his toothpick of a weapon and stalked silently toward the wolf. A howl went up when the wolf saw Cloud. Immediately, three more wolves came to help. Cloud Swung his sword to the left, but his bade hit air. He thrust the sword out in front of him, and felt the familiar tearing of flesh as the sword pierced one of the wolves. A Growl and then a snap let him know that another was behind ready to pounce. On reflex he twisted the sword around, and stabbed backward catching the flesh of yet another wolf. The last wolf sensed the imminent danger he was in and ran into the darkness to join his pack. Cloud wiped his bloody blade in the grass and put it back into his sheath, grabbed the two wolves, and headed back to the campsite. "Found some meat for us," Cloud held up the two wolves to Auron. "Hey!" Cloud yelled. Auron snapped out of the deep though process he was embroiled in, and grabbed one of the wolves.