Post by Raloxmly on Aug 20, 2009 14:04:12 GMT -5
Auron poised himself at the very edge of the trail leading from Mount Gagazet, overlooking the location of where the man relived most of his nightmares: Zanarkand Ruins. Back when the gargantuan creature known as Sin terrorized Spira, summoners and their guardians made a pilgrimage here to retrieve the Final Aeon from a fayth known as Yunalesca. Summoners and guardians were sacrificed in order to save Spira, something the legendary guardian was all too familiar with. He lost two friends due to the Final Summoning, and even went back to Yunalesca to take his revenge for their deaths. The ending came out disastrous for the ex-warrior monk.
Lifting his katana back over his shoulder with his good arm, the man continued along the jagged path. He kept watch for fiends that were notorious for wandering the ruins, occasionally adjusting his grip on the handle of his long blade. Due to his past journeys through here, Auron knew what to expect, so he wasn’t going to take any chances. Not that he could lose much more, since he was no longer considered human.
As he was strolling along the pathways, he noticed that pyreflies still took refuge now, occasionally recalling past memories of those also wandered through here, for instance warrior monks that took part in the Machina War long ago, and summoners that also reached their final destination. Auron was reminded of the time that he saw them take on the memory of his first trip through here. He sighed at the very thought of it.
After what seemed like a few hours of rough traveling, he finally reached the end of the pathway. The location was just a pile of rubble of a once beautifully lit city that never went to sleep. Even though Zanarkand was diminished over a thousand years go, Auron managed to find a way to old machina city. He was sent there on a promise that he made to an old friend of his to take care of his son. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to accomplish such a feat, but Auron never qualified as your typical being. He was always a free spirit that did what he wanted to do.
He gazed around at his surrounding. As he predicted, no one else was presence. The ruins were far too dangerous for just anyone to come through. Only those with enough courage and strength could even dare travel through here. And Auron traveled here now four times. Zanarkand Ruins were said to be a holy place of Yevon, however Yevon was in turmoil even before the bringing of the Eternal Calm.
Just when Auron was about to suspect that no one else would arrive here, something caught his eye. Someone was seated near what used to be the docks of Zanarkand. From behind, the figure appeared to be someone he once knew, and so just to cure his curiosity, he stepped closer to the man. As he got closer, he discovered that the man wore a red bandana over wild brown hair and wasn’t wearing anything over his torso. Could this really be true? Or were his eyes deceiving him? There was only one way to find out.
It’s good to see you again, Jecht.
Lifting his katana back over his shoulder with his good arm, the man continued along the jagged path. He kept watch for fiends that were notorious for wandering the ruins, occasionally adjusting his grip on the handle of his long blade. Due to his past journeys through here, Auron knew what to expect, so he wasn’t going to take any chances. Not that he could lose much more, since he was no longer considered human.
As he was strolling along the pathways, he noticed that pyreflies still took refuge now, occasionally recalling past memories of those also wandered through here, for instance warrior monks that took part in the Machina War long ago, and summoners that also reached their final destination. Auron was reminded of the time that he saw them take on the memory of his first trip through here. He sighed at the very thought of it.
After what seemed like a few hours of rough traveling, he finally reached the end of the pathway. The location was just a pile of rubble of a once beautifully lit city that never went to sleep. Even though Zanarkand was diminished over a thousand years go, Auron managed to find a way to old machina city. He was sent there on a promise that he made to an old friend of his to take care of his son. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to accomplish such a feat, but Auron never qualified as your typical being. He was always a free spirit that did what he wanted to do.
He gazed around at his surrounding. As he predicted, no one else was presence. The ruins were far too dangerous for just anyone to come through. Only those with enough courage and strength could even dare travel through here. And Auron traveled here now four times. Zanarkand Ruins were said to be a holy place of Yevon, however Yevon was in turmoil even before the bringing of the Eternal Calm.
Just when Auron was about to suspect that no one else would arrive here, something caught his eye. Someone was seated near what used to be the docks of Zanarkand. From behind, the figure appeared to be someone he once knew, and so just to cure his curiosity, he stepped closer to the man. As he got closer, he discovered that the man wore a red bandana over wild brown hair and wasn’t wearing anything over his torso. Could this really be true? Or were his eyes deceiving him? There was only one way to find out.
It’s good to see you again, Jecht.
