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trans_92011-04-05 05:55 pm
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No Tears This Time (Open)
Of all the duties of a summoner, the Sending was easily the hardest for Yuna to face. Every time she took up her staff and danced, it meant only one thing: more people had violently died, needlessly died, shouldn't have died, wouldn't have died had an outside source not torn them apart. Left alone to wander the universe with their anger at sudden death intact, their lost souls could coalesce into an even greater threat.
This time, she thought with a painful clench of her heart, she wasn't guiding the souls of a small army's soldiers or the scattered casualties of a ruined town. If their information was to be believed, with the possible exception of her guardians, all Spirans had perished in the Ohm's violent strike. Knowing that meant she was likely the last summoner still living---thus the responsibility for their souls fell to her.
Even as she picked up her staff and walked to the center of the observation deck, standing under the red sky as seen through the window, she had her doubts. Without a Farplane, where would they go? Could her prayers reach them this far away? Could one summoner handle so many souls? A total annihilation of her planet and countless others. It was a daunting task to be sure, but just a small pebble on the long journey awaiting this crew.
No matter what happened, she thought forcefully, she owed it to everyone to give it a try. With a strong enough prayer, they would have a chance at final peace.
Her mind made up, Yuna began her solemn dance. There were no hymns, water columns, or sparkling lights this time: just a girl left alone to mourn the deaths in her own way, the entire overwhelming situation putting her rhythm just slightly off.
When the last of her fervent prayers trailed from her mind past the tip of her staff, invisibly entering the universe, she let the rod clatter to the ground and dropped to her knees. Whispering into the humid air, she willed one last thing to be true.
"I'm sorry, everyone. If there's a way to stop this, even a way to right this wrong...I will. I promise you."
This time, she thought with a painful clench of her heart, she wasn't guiding the souls of a small army's soldiers or the scattered casualties of a ruined town. If their information was to be believed, with the possible exception of her guardians, all Spirans had perished in the Ohm's violent strike. Knowing that meant she was likely the last summoner still living---thus the responsibility for their souls fell to her.
Even as she picked up her staff and walked to the center of the observation deck, standing under the red sky as seen through the window, she had her doubts. Without a Farplane, where would they go? Could her prayers reach them this far away? Could one summoner handle so many souls? A total annihilation of her planet and countless others. It was a daunting task to be sure, but just a small pebble on the long journey awaiting this crew.
No matter what happened, she thought forcefully, she owed it to everyone to give it a try. With a strong enough prayer, they would have a chance at final peace.
Her mind made up, Yuna began her solemn dance. There were no hymns, water columns, or sparkling lights this time: just a girl left alone to mourn the deaths in her own way, the entire overwhelming situation putting her rhythm just slightly off.
When the last of her fervent prayers trailed from her mind past the tip of her staff, invisibly entering the universe, she let the rod clatter to the ground and dropped to her knees. Whispering into the humid air, she willed one last thing to be true.
"I'm sorry, everyone. If there's a way to stop this, even a way to right this wrong...I will. I promise you."
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"Yes, this would be a sad place to be lost in. Not even between the stars, but between the spaces between the stars..."
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She gazed up at the other woman with curious eyes.
"How have you been coping?"
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She smiled a little sadly. "I have made myself busy: looking for information, sharing what skills I have. I have not found it easy to pray, though. Perhaps it is just that I fear I will not be heard, which is foolish. She of the Eight Wings is here between the worlds, surely. She will not have forgotten me, or any of us."
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"I had the same worry. But...the fayth are here, still answering my prayers. That's all I need right now." She would visit the temple soon enough, pleas for answers in hand.
"She of the eight wings? Can you tell me about her?" Yuna didn't know that name, but it definitely sounded fascinating. Another source of spiritual support for the people.
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She considered her answer. "Her full name is the Swift Death of Eight Wings. She does not ask for worship; she requests only that you let her aid you, let her take you from where you fall back to the Gods who have created your soul, but may not be able to find you in the spaces between the worlds and the universes. In return she asks that you tell the story of your life to her.
"She is the god of far travellers, of mercenaries and pilgrims and explorers, and those who keep their oath have never seen Her falter." She touched her eight fingertips to her forehead again.