please forgive any grammar oopsies, this hasn't been touched or beta'd in a looooooong time. -------------------------------- Prologue
The evening was warm, as was typical in Besaid, but not overwhelmingly stifling. Stars began to peek out from the curtain of dusk that was beginning to take the blue sky. The reddish-yellow sphere of the sun blazed like fire against the mirror of water it sank into on the horizon. Colors of purple and orange hues radiated outward and those who watched the bright orb fall out of sight could not remember a more beautiful sunset in all their memories. Remembrance was all that would come with the darkness falling upon the tiny island.
To savor the essence of the night, all of Besaid came out to enjoy the enticing climate and spend their time with family and friends in the village. The cries and laughter of children filled the night as the final glows of the sun disappeared, only to be replaced with warmth and radiance of the bonfire in the middle of village common. The long shadows of Besaid’s people danced along the walls of the temple, standing silent and cold as the stones of its making. Besaid Temple of Yevon, a pillar of the strength to those who scampered about below, stood prominently above them as a striking silhouette.
Beautiful banners of varying colors and shades adorned the temple’s walls and streamers blew slightly in soft, ocean breeze. The festival was but a few days away and it had become the biggest event on Besaid over the course of three and ten years. It was the day of High Summoner Yuna’s defeat of Sin and all on Besaid would remember it with the festival in her memory. Tales were told as the youngest of the children around the fire asked to hear again about the one who had brought the Calm they had been born into. Like her father, Yuna struggled through many misfortunes and still faced the evil spawn of hellish devilry. Yet, she had been so young to sacrifice so much for others. This forfeit of life had to be held high and worshiped to prove truth and faith could still reign through the most sinful of times.
However, the carefree cheerfulness emanating from Besaid’s inhabitants, along with the safety of the temple nearby, distracted them from what they had worried about returning for some time. The sky above became illuminated as bright as day and many began to wonder what it was that brought this change so suddenly. Holding their hands over their eyes all looked up in wonder to view what it was that brought the sun back so quickly. What once had been curious awe, hastily evolved into panic and fright.
Screams ripped through the quietness of the night as the massive fireball crashed down upon the temple from the heavens. Masses ran from their homes as several more flashes of light rained downward with the spheres of flame that crashed through the roof and walls of the temple, pounding away at it without mercy. The raining ash and blazes continued, now igniting the jungle around them and the huts closest to the temple.
Fleeing was their only option of escape as Besaid’s inhabitants ran toward the beaches and ocean. Horror greeted them once more as colossal waves crashed on the shore, rushing toward them with an unseen force that was not of nature. The pummeling of the ocean’s tides became fierce as it tore and smashed against the cliffs and hillsides of the island. Hands and fingers clung for dear life to anything solid as the waters swelled around them, drowning all that they knew and built. The strength of the undertow and waves was too much for many and all some could do was cry helplessly as loved ones were swept out to sea and swallowed by the emptiness beyond.
You wear the skin of evil that another fallen friend also had borne. So the same in appearance yet so different than he. Yet, here I find myself again in the retelling of the story. Our story.
A dark figure watched stoically from the docks being thrashed but by strangely calmer waves than those that battered the island. In the winds that picked up, a red cloak snapped wildly from the unmoving form who could hear the echoes of sorrow and death carrying along the air. From behind dark-tinted lenses, his gaze moved to just beyond the reefs of the island where a shadowy hulk loomed ominously near the carnage being wrought. As if it were suddenly tired with the slaughter it had evoked, the creature turned away and taking with it the fury of the once angry sea. Stopping for a moment, it turned in the direction of the lone figure on the dock, as if knowledgeable of the single person who had observed all that had been done. With a final bow of its head, it dove below the surface and out of sight.
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Prologue
The evening was warm, as was typical in Besaid, but not overwhelmingly stifling. Stars began to peek out from the curtain of dusk that was beginning to take the blue sky. The reddish-yellow sphere of the sun blazed like fire against the mirror of water it sank into on the horizon. Colors of purple and orange hues radiated outward and those who watched the bright orb fall out of sight could not remember a more beautiful sunset in all their memories. Remembrance was all that would come with the darkness falling upon the tiny island.
To savor the essence of the night, all of Besaid came out to enjoy the enticing climate and spend their time with family and friends in the village. The cries and laughter of children filled the night as the final glows of the sun disappeared, only to be replaced with warmth and radiance of the bonfire in the middle of village common. The long shadows of Besaid’s people danced along the walls of the temple, standing silent and cold as the stones of its making. Besaid Temple of Yevon, a pillar of the strength to those who scampered about below, stood prominently above them as a striking silhouette.
Beautiful banners of varying colors and shades adorned the temple’s walls and streamers blew slightly in soft, ocean breeze. The festival was but a few days away and it had become the biggest event on Besaid over the course of three and ten years. It was the day of High Summoner Yuna’s defeat of Sin and all on Besaid would remember it with the festival in her memory. Tales were told as the youngest of the children around the fire asked to hear again about the one who had brought the Calm they had been born into. Like her father, Yuna struggled through many misfortunes and still faced the evil spawn of hellish devilry. Yet, she had been so young to sacrifice so much for others. This forfeit of life had to be held high and worshiped to prove truth and faith could still reign through the most sinful of times.
However, the carefree cheerfulness emanating from Besaid’s inhabitants, along with the safety of the temple nearby, distracted them from what they had worried about returning for some time. The sky above became illuminated as bright as day and many began to wonder what it was that brought this change so suddenly. Holding their hands over their eyes all looked up in wonder to view what it was that brought the sun back so quickly. What once had been curious awe, hastily evolved into panic and fright.
Screams ripped through the quietness of the night as the massive fireball crashed down upon the temple from the heavens. Masses ran from their homes as several more flashes of light rained downward with the spheres of flame that crashed through the roof and walls of the temple, pounding away at it without mercy. The raining ash and blazes continued, now igniting the jungle around them and the huts closest to the temple.
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You wear the skin of evil that another fallen friend also had borne. So the same in appearance yet so different than he. Yet, here I find myself again in the retelling of the story. Our story.
A dark figure watched stoically from the docks being thrashed but by strangely calmer waves than those that battered the island. In the winds that picked up, a red cloak snapped wildly from the unmoving form who could hear the echoes of sorrow and death carrying along the air. From behind dark-tinted lenses, his gaze moved to just beyond the reefs of the island where a shadowy hulk loomed ominously near the carnage being wrought. As if it were suddenly tired with the slaughter it had evoked, the creature turned away and taking with it the fury of the once angry sea. Stopping for a moment, it turned in the direction of the lone figure on the dock, as if knowledgeable of the single person who had observed all that had been done. With a final bow of its head, it dove below the surface and out of sight.
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