Second one.
TITLE: Trust.
AUTHOR: rushikayu13
FANDOM: Final Fantasy VIII/X
CHARACTER: Shiva
GENRE: Gen.
TABLE: Time
PROMPT: #1 -Seconds.
RATING: PG.
WORD COUNT: 487 words.
SUMMARY: She is one of the more forgiving of her species, but even she has her limits.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Final Fantasy X, death of a major character from FFVIII.
NOTES: I decided to write this as a crossover because it fitted and Shiva was in both, after all.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Final Fantasy series. Square-Enix does.
She will come again, when life is desperate for an ice-gloved helping hand. But for now, this looks to be the last help she will give for a while. It would have been right if the rules for their summoning had stayed the same -that between summoning she could stay in her realm where years passed like seconds and all was frozen over- but Yevon had changed the rules, tied her to this realm -so uncomfortably warm- with the life of one of his followers.
They would have called it horrific and unthinkable once. Even in the Sorceress Wars, when sealing a person in space forever seemed like a good idea, no-one would ever bind an entity of her species in this way. The people had been barbaric -one of them had even managed to kill Odin, which was unprecedented- and the way in which they had summoned had been complex and peculiar, but they had some small respect for the beings that lent them aid.
Except Ultimecia. She had gone too far, turned Tiamat -not the most gentle of their race, but certainly not evil- into an insane creature. And then she had beaten her own record for abomination. She had summoned herself onto Griever, creating a hybrid thing with nothing in common with either of their separate species’. In fact, the hybrid union reminded her a lot of Yevon. With no purpose left but to continue its own pointless existence, it had become a mindless being. A virus magnified until everyone could see it for what it was.
It was at times like these that she missed them and the way that it used to be. Seconds after Quistis -an aged woman now, but still only a child in her eyes- had said goodbye to her for the last time, she had been called here. To a place where no-one knew how to treat her kind and where the woman who she had seen a moment ago -hair starting to grey from many long years of teaching reluctant students but eyes still almost as sharp and cold as her own- had died and been forgotten millennia ago.
It had become worse. To the point where the monster that had perpetrated atrocities upon her and other members of her kind was revered as a God, binding an entire world together in hatred and pain and an endless repetition of the same actions. She had still allowed people to summon her -she was still kind- but sometimes she refused. If they were too devout. If she didn’t trust that they would be the ones to break the cycle and let her go. She used to trust them almost without question. There had been a few times earlier in her life where she had tested those that dared to seek her, but she had learned trust.
After this ordeal had ended, she would have to learn it again.
AUTHOR: rushikayu13
FANDOM: Final Fantasy VIII/X
CHARACTER: Shiva
GENRE: Gen.
TABLE: Time
PROMPT: #1 -Seconds.
RATING: PG.
WORD COUNT: 487 words.
SUMMARY: She is one of the more forgiving of her species, but even she has her limits.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Final Fantasy X, death of a major character from FFVIII.
NOTES: I decided to write this as a crossover because it fitted and Shiva was in both, after all.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Final Fantasy series. Square-Enix does.
She will come again, when life is desperate for an ice-gloved helping hand. But for now, this looks to be the last help she will give for a while. It would have been right if the rules for their summoning had stayed the same -that between summoning she could stay in her realm where years passed like seconds and all was frozen over- but Yevon had changed the rules, tied her to this realm -so uncomfortably warm- with the life of one of his followers.
They would have called it horrific and unthinkable once. Even in the Sorceress Wars, when sealing a person in space forever seemed like a good idea, no-one would ever bind an entity of her species in this way. The people had been barbaric -one of them had even managed to kill Odin, which was unprecedented- and the way in which they had summoned had been complex and peculiar, but they had some small respect for the beings that lent them aid.
Except Ultimecia. She had gone too far, turned Tiamat -not the most gentle of their race, but certainly not evil- into an insane creature. And then she had beaten her own record for abomination. She had summoned herself onto Griever, creating a hybrid thing with nothing in common with either of their separate species’. In fact, the hybrid union reminded her a lot of Yevon. With no purpose left but to continue its own pointless existence, it had become a mindless being. A virus magnified until everyone could see it for what it was.
It was at times like these that she missed them and the way that it used to be. Seconds after Quistis -an aged woman now, but still only a child in her eyes- had said goodbye to her for the last time, she had been called here. To a place where no-one knew how to treat her kind and where the woman who she had seen a moment ago -hair starting to grey from many long years of teaching reluctant students but eyes still almost as sharp and cold as her own- had died and been forgotten millennia ago.
It had become worse. To the point where the monster that had perpetrated atrocities upon her and other members of her kind was revered as a God, binding an entire world together in hatred and pain and an endless repetition of the same actions. She had still allowed people to summon her -she was still kind- but sometimes she refused. If they were too devout. If she didn’t trust that they would be the ones to break the cycle and let her go. She used to trust them almost without question. There had been a few times earlier in her life where she had tested those that dared to seek her, but she had learned trust.
After this ordeal had ended, she would have to learn it again.