Jun 16, 2009 15:40
The day lasted forever this weekend; I'm left quite astonished. Never in Spira has such a thing happened! Even with all the machina machines that Spira has, it will never shine as brightly as Desai does, even when the sun hasn't refused to set for many days. The technology is so vast. I wonder if this is what Zanarkand looked like, once upon a time? Were they this advanced? More? Less? It's hard to tell, with how the records are scattered or guarded by various groups.
I was asked by a man from Bevelle why it was that I chose to lead this life; we were waiting for the monorail to start welcoming travelers to head to Desai. Why would the High Summoner of Spira not take a role of leadership to all of Spira? I'm no leader. I'm not remarkable in the slightest. Even if I did bring about the Eternal Calm with the help of my Guardians, I did the very same any of the other summoners would have done had they successfully reached Zanarkand to summon the Final Aeon. I'm sure Lady Dona or Sir Isaaru would have discovered the key to defeating Sin without sacrificing themselves just as we did. Though... their Guardians seemed a little less determined to stop them, by comparison to Rikku and... him.
Here in Desai, I hope to find answers. Here in Desai, I hope to make friends. It is a dream world for Al Bhed, and it's a shame Rikku, Brother, Buddy or Shinra aren't here to enjoy it. But it isn't as though I left with much warning. The original reason I came here is no where in sight. The sphere that might detail where he is. I am certain if I went to the government and explained who I was, I could get all manners of assistance, but I promised I would never be so careless with my title. I am the High Summoner but, as such, my major duties concluded a year ago when everyone calmed down and the factions began. I gave them peace, I encouraged them to have hope, and now they must walk on their own.
Just as I must. I must find that sphere, but I'm beginning to think I'll never find the horrible person who took it from me... Hmph. Poopie.
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