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dagas_isaTitle: How Grandmother Became a Guardian
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Lady Yocun, etc.
Rating: T
Summary: The survivors are all grieving and angry, one more than the others.
Notes: Very short fic, that was going to be part of a much larger one, recently rediscovered on my computer.
The operation had not ended well.
Grandmother washed up on this very shore, clinging to life on the splinters of a smashed boat. Salt cracked at her lips, and her shoulder hung at a contorted angle, but Yevon still watched over her that day, as the rest of her company floated among the waves as a testament to Sin's power.
Over seven hundred strong crusaders fought Sin that day in the defense of Luca and towns upon the Mihen Road. Five survived, all young women.
With her good arm, Grandmother pulled herself into a standing position. Djose temple, she knew, had healers, water, rest, and food. Her legs felt weak, but she walked anyway.
All those five did.
Slowly, they gathered together, basking in a dead and silent companionship, a bond forged in horrific tradgedy.
The survivor who led the pack turned to the others. "I'm tired of this," she said. "A crusader's life is useless."
No one answered her.
No one could answer.
The pitch and volume of her voice rose. "How many died today, in our pursuit of Sin? Hundreds of crusaders. How many civilian lives were saved? Perhaps many. Perhaps none. Sin still came ashore. As it will again, if not tomorrow, then next month, or next year.
Grandmother answered, sore and heartbroken, but defiant. "We bought enough time to evacuate a dozen villages. That is why we fight."
"No more." The discontent one clenched her fist, "I issue a challenge to us, the survivors of Operation Crimson Sail. Once we have recovered, let us go our separate ways. In five years time, we shall meet on the bridge to Djose temple, and we will defeat Sin."
Nobody said anything then, but as they turned to the defiant one, and then to each other, they knew in five years time they would in fact meet again at the bridge, just to see.
Grandmother would become a Guardian. The defiant one would become High Summoner Yocun.
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Lady Yocun, etc.
Rating: T
Summary: The survivors are all grieving and angry, one more than the others.
Notes: Very short fic, that was going to be part of a much larger one, recently rediscovered on my computer.
The operation had not ended well.
Grandmother washed up on this very shore, clinging to life on the splinters of a smashed boat. Salt cracked at her lips, and her shoulder hung at a contorted angle, but Yevon still watched over her that day, as the rest of her company floated among the waves as a testament to Sin's power.
Over seven hundred strong crusaders fought Sin that day in the defense of Luca and towns upon the Mihen Road. Five survived, all young women.
With her good arm, Grandmother pulled herself into a standing position. Djose temple, she knew, had healers, water, rest, and food. Her legs felt weak, but she walked anyway.
All those five did.
Slowly, they gathered together, basking in a dead and silent companionship, a bond forged in horrific tradgedy.
The survivor who led the pack turned to the others. "I'm tired of this," she said. "A crusader's life is useless."
No one answered her.
No one could answer.
The pitch and volume of her voice rose. "How many died today, in our pursuit of Sin? Hundreds of crusaders. How many civilian lives were saved? Perhaps many. Perhaps none. Sin still came ashore. As it will again, if not tomorrow, then next month, or next year.
Grandmother answered, sore and heartbroken, but defiant. "We bought enough time to evacuate a dozen villages. That is why we fight."
"No more." The discontent one clenched her fist, "I issue a challenge to us, the survivors of Operation Crimson Sail. Once we have recovered, let us go our separate ways. In five years time, we shall meet on the bridge to Djose temple, and we will defeat Sin."
Nobody said anything then, but as they turned to the defiant one, and then to each other, they knew in five years time they would in fact meet again at the bridge, just to see.
Grandmother would become a Guardian. The defiant one would become High Summoner Yocun.
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Date: 2010-02-26 02:54 am (UTC)Three cheers for Lady Yocun and that unnamed guardian (who metamorphosed into "Lilith" in my writing, but I like your vision of her better). I'm really pleased to see these two getting some recognition lately, and I love this glimpse of these tough women seeking a different way to protect their own.
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Date: 2010-02-26 04:20 am (UTC)The lady isn't your "Lilith," since I'm guessing that Lilith was the one turned to the final aeon, but rather a third guardian who survived.
Also, IIRC, was totally shipping Yocun/Lilith in the fic this was supposed to start.
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Date: 2010-02-26 06:41 am (UTC)Okay, surviving guardian.
Which makes things even moooore interesting, because she would have known about the Final Summoning (maybe?) although-- I assume-- not Yu Yevon's transplant maneuver.
An all-women, all-fighters summoner party heading to Zanarkand: holy squee.
I know several
Utena fanaticsfolks on my flist who would be very interested in such a saga, including moi.