093 Thanksgiving
Title: I'm thankful
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna, Tidus
Prompt: 093 Thanksgiving
Word Count: 307
Rating: G
Summary: Yuna's thankful that Tidus doesn't know
Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/11132.html
“I have done it, I have become a summoner!” I exclaimed, brushing my hair from my face. The Chamber of the Fayth had been a hard challenge, one that I hadn’t been entirely ready for, but I had done it! I was a summoner now!
As soon as I got outside, the villagers gathered around, wanting to see me summon an aeon for the very first time. The aeon was beautiful. It was strong and powerful, like an eagle, but it also reminded me of a dove with its gentleness and beauty. It seemed to represent the hope for peace that I, as a summoner, was bound to bring.
While all the villagers celebrated my becoming a summoner, I couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that I was one step closer to death. It would be an honourable death, of course, dying to defeat Sin and bring peace to Spira, but I was sad that I would never see peace myself.
Remembering the loss I felt when my father died to defeat Sin, I vowed to myself that I would distance myself from my friends, so that they wouldn’t have to feel that grief. I didn’t want to put that on their shoulders.
I was grateful for the distraction when Tidus came to talk to me. It hurt to know that the villagers were glad I was on the way to becoming High Summoner, because they knew what would happen to me. But Tidus was from Zanarkand, he didn’t know. And so I could feel happy that he was pleased for me, without feeling sad that he didn’t care I was essentially on a suicide mission. And I was thankful for that, because I needed to feel happy. How can you go on a pilgrimage to your death if you aren’t happy while you do it?
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna, Tidus
Prompt: 093 Thanksgiving
Word Count: 307
Rating: G
Summary: Yuna's thankful that Tidus doesn't know
Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/11132.html
“I have done it, I have become a summoner!” I exclaimed, brushing my hair from my face. The Chamber of the Fayth had been a hard challenge, one that I hadn’t been entirely ready for, but I had done it! I was a summoner now!
As soon as I got outside, the villagers gathered around, wanting to see me summon an aeon for the very first time. The aeon was beautiful. It was strong and powerful, like an eagle, but it also reminded me of a dove with its gentleness and beauty. It seemed to represent the hope for peace that I, as a summoner, was bound to bring.
While all the villagers celebrated my becoming a summoner, I couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that I was one step closer to death. It would be an honourable death, of course, dying to defeat Sin and bring peace to Spira, but I was sad that I would never see peace myself.
Remembering the loss I felt when my father died to defeat Sin, I vowed to myself that I would distance myself from my friends, so that they wouldn’t have to feel that grief. I didn’t want to put that on their shoulders.
I was grateful for the distraction when Tidus came to talk to me. It hurt to know that the villagers were glad I was on the way to becoming High Summoner, because they knew what would happen to me. But Tidus was from Zanarkand, he didn’t know. And so I could feel happy that he was pleased for me, without feeling sad that he didn’t care I was essentially on a suicide mission. And I was thankful for that, because I needed to feel happy. How can you go on a pilgrimage to your death if you aren’t happy while you do it?