Return of a Summoner (Auron,Open)

[Lord Braska]

The gasps of the villagers could be heard as an average sized man walked up into the town. His staff planted itself into the ground, sending up a small amount of dirt. As the questions began to bombard the man, he just sighed. He was not here to answer questions, nor was he here to tell stories. He had only one reason, and that was to find Yuna, his daughter. Ever since he felt life again, he had not been able to meet up with his daughter. This was the first place he decided to check, for various reasons. He would travel the roads again, making route to the temples once more, like he was re-newing his pilgrimage.

His multi-colored robes stood out in the crowd. The reds, purples, blues and silvers all seemed to flow together. Creating a superior image of the man. His golden tipped staff was held in his right hand, and his odd shaped hat continued to rest upon his head. He still maintained the image of a High Summoner, because he still held that rank.

"Yes, yes, Sin is gone. Yes, of course. No, that did not happen," He circled around, trying to answer as many questions as he could. He figured that if he didn't answer the questions the villagers would turn angry. The eternal calm was still hard to believe in the eyes of the people of Spira, but it was true. Sin was surely gone. There was really no need to worry anymore, creatures still lingered among the roads, and were still a threat, but they were nothing compared to the destructiveness that Sin once was.

"I am looking for my daughter, Lady Yuna, is she here?" The crowd went silent, mutters could be heard, and finally one spoke up.

"No, sorry. She is not," He reluctantly answered.

Lord Braska just grinned, they somewhat hesitant to disappoint the man. He was not surprised that he did not find her here. She was still as important, if not more, than anyone else in Spira, and there were still things that needed tending too. He was just surprised that even after witnessing everyone else return that she had not gone to search for him. But of course, for all he knew she was looking for him, the two just had yet to meet up. "Very well, I must visit the temple, and then I shall be on my way. If you will excuse me, I will gladly answer any questions, and share my tale with you before I embark on my journey. But now, I must pray," he announced with a bow, and in front of him a clearing seemed to appear.

Stepping from the crowd was a major relief for the summoner, he did not enjoy being surrounded, to be pounded by hundreds of questions. During his pilgrimage many just ignored him, doubting his abilities. He was not used to the new reputation he had. He was seen as a hero now, not as a joke. People respected the man, even envied him. Before he was just another summoner who would fail. Shaking his head as he continued to walk. Right now all he wanted to do was see a familiar face.

[Raloxmly]

A red-coated figure carrying a large katana over his shoulder could be seen stepping off of the S.S Liki and onto the dock near the Besaid shore. There were a few villagers hanging out by the water that had glanced over at the dock when the ship had entered the area, and were completely awestruck when they caught a glimpse of the very familiar figure standing on the pier. There wasn’t a single Spiran who didn’t know who this man was, after all, he had been the only man to defeat the monstrous creature known as Sin twice. Not to mention helped get rid of the beast forever, and bring the Eternal Calm. This legend’s name: Auron.

Ignoring the stares that he received from the nearby villagers, Auron just started strolling down the dock and onto the sandy shoreline. It wasn’t that he was annoyed with all of the attention; he was just on a quest to find his companions from his previous pilgrimages. More importantly, he was hoping to be reunited with his two friends: Lord Braska and Jecht. It still struck him as odd that he was even back on Spira to begin with, but he figured since he had managed to escape the Farplane, why couldn’t have Braska and Jecht made it back to the real world as well.

The man of few words continued along the long trail that went through the forests and went under waterfalls. Even though the hike around the mountainous terrain was extremely time-consuming, it didn’t bother Auron in the slightest. He had endured much worse, for example the Zanarkand Ruins and Mount Gagazet multiple times. Besaid’s lowly mountain was absolutely nothing compared to that monstrosity of a climb. Besides, he has the calming sound of the nearby waterfalls to relax him as he continued his stroll.

Eventually the legendary guardian arrived at his destination: the small village in the interior of the island. The tiny village that he had promised Braska that he’d bring Yuna to spend the rest of her childhood after he had past away after summoning Jecht as his Final Aeon. It had been so long since he last came here that he had almost forgotten what the area even looked like.

Releasing a short, quick breath, the ex-warrior monk entered the village. Occasionally catching the eye of some passersby and hearing some people spark conversations about him, Auron just brushed them off. He remained partially oblivious to anything the villagers did until he came across a large crowd of people. Thinking that it had to be important, he pushed his way through the crowd to see what the commotion was about.

Finally breaking away from the group of people, Auron suddenly froze at what was soon revealed to him. In front of him was an average-sized gentleman wearing multi-colored robes that easily stood out in a crowd, an unusual headpiece that was placed on top of his head, and a gold-tipped staff gripped in his right hand, walking in the direction of the temple. Auron knew that there was only one man that could fit that description.

Lord Braska…

[Lord Braska]

"Yes. Yes, thank you. I do appreciate it, but please keep it. I can not bring it with me on my travels, and maintain it's health. I apologize." He gently added handing the monkey-like animal back to the small boy. It had truly been the most strange offering he had ever seen. The boy's face was twisted at first. He looked as if he were on the verge of tears, but as soon as the creature looked up at him he began to smile. Braska was able to let out a sigh of relief. He did not mean to offend the boy. He just would not be able to handle an animal. It would cause to many problems on his journey.

He still was not able to escape the crowd. This time it was not adults though, but children. They had run up and began asking the high summoner questions, begging for stories. The parents in the back tried pulling back the kid's but Braska rose his right hand. "I promise, after I come back from the temple I will share a few 'stories' with you." He could not believe he just made that promise. He needed to look for his daughter. He could not spend all of his time sharing tales of his adventure, and how he returned. If Yuna was here he would. He could spend days with the village, if not weeks. But there were certain things he had to tend to.

As the children began to venture off he felt something odd happening. Something about the village seemed different. An all to familiar presence was felt, it sent a shiver down Braska's spine, but he remained motionless. Chatter began to spark up. Many villagers were looking off into another direction now. They turned and started to face something, or someone that surprisingly was not Lord Braska. Out of curiosity the High Summoner turned to see what it was. To his surprise stood an all too familiar face.

A red-coated figure stood behind him now. A large katana was in his hand, he had it rested upon his shoulder. The signature look of his ex-guardian, and his daughter's ex-guardian. The man who had protected him countless times, and also helped his daughter. The one who had also saved his daughter countless times, he was sure this was true. The legendary guardian who had defeated Sin not once, but twice, and brought the eternal calm.

"Sir Auron." The village went almost dead silent, everyone was watching the two men now. A grin spread across the face of Lord Braska. "What a surprise. It has been far to long, my friend."