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paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
sumofallfayth) wrote in paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
Someday the Dream Will End (Closed / Active)
Character(s): Yuna, Auron, Jecht
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
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"No."
Her voice started out soft, but then grew stronger.
"I've stood here before and listened to you say this exact same thing. I've heard all of this before and I will not... I cannot, hear it again. Don't make me go through this again!"
She took a deep breath and faced the woman she'd been named after. ...No, this was just a memory, nothing more. The real Lady Yunalesca had been sent to the Farplane two years ago and there she would remain.
"This is wrong! I didn't sacrifice anyone for the Final Summoning when I first reached Zanarkand, so why would I do it now? I won't allow anyone to be sacrificed anymore! There must be another way!"
Yuna was crumpling inside, trying so hard to hold herself together, and yet feeling the weight of her losses anew. The fayth, who had been her friends and companions for so long, who had fought with her through so much, had died because it was the only thing they could do. Allowing the fayth to rest in peace had effectively killed them and their aeons... even though she'd been able to speak with Bahamut recently at home, and even though the aeons themselves had reappeared because of Shuyin and Vegnagun, she still felt their loss. Every day she felt it.
But at the same time, by the same token, she refused to sacrifice her friends here. No one else would die for anything. There would be another way.
"There must be another way. I will find it. I will not let anyone be changed like this."