Chapter Text
~Part I: Crests~
Rain pounded heavily on the small stone huts of Besaid. Most of the villagers ran to either take shelter underneath the roof of the temple entrance or into the nearest huts.
In the heavy downpour, one little girl stood unmoving at the village entrance, her eyes stared solemnly out into the distance and ignoring the heavy rain drops that made her soft brown hair turn dark and damp. A drop of rain ran down her blue eye and she shut it tight while continuing to gaze out into the distance with her green eye. The fat raindrops trickled down her face and made it look like she was crying. Her little white and violet dress was soaked through but she did not seem to feel the dampness or the chill of the rain.
Sin was gone.
The bane of Spira was gone. She still felt lingering happiness and relief bubbling through her when she had first heard the news. Now there would be no more needless deaths for the people of Spira.
But…
How can she deal with the aftermath? Her remaining parent is gone. Gone with Sin. There will be no more needless deaths in Spira but there is still one more just for her. The people of Spira celebrated day in and day out, and the world moved on.
“Father….” The word fell from her lips barely audible to anyone, even herself. She stood drenched in the rain, waiting for the anticipated painful news that should be coming from her father’s guardians.
But neither of her father’s guardians came. The ship that she had been waiting for arrived in the rain with no familiar faces onboard. Instead, a great blue cat-like figure came walking into the village. She froze in awe, staring up at the very tall figure, and she remembered seeing tall blue figures wandering about in the city of Bevelle. These people were the race of Ronso.
“It is wet.” The Ronso gestured to the rain pouring everywhere. She stared at him blankly for a moment before she realizes that he was also gesturing to her wet state.
“I’m not leaving yet, I’m waiting for my father” she replied.
The Ronso balanced his bundle onto one arm and used the other arm to point to himself. “Kimahri looking for Yuna.”
The girl stared at the Ronso, also realizing that he was holding a bundled-up blanket with little effort.
“Ummm… I’m Yuna. P-pleased to meet you Kimahri.” She said with as much courage as she could muster when facing a blue feline four times her size.
Kimahri’s expression stayed the same but his eyes seem to brighten. “Sir Auron told Kimahri: Find Yuna and Tidus.”
Yuna opened her mouth and then closed again in speechlessness, having just been given the name of a person she was looking for. Then confusion settled in as she latched onto a particular word, “Tidus?”
She has heard that name before.
Kimahri brought his large burden enclosed in his large hands closer to Yuna and she caught a flash of brown hair. Wrapped in the bundle was sleeping young boy who looked to be about her age.
“Tidus. Kimahri promise: look after Tidus too.”
A moment later, Yuna was leading Kimahri into her hut. Her father had this hut made for his family before her mother went on that fateful trip to Bikanel Island. Now Yuna lives here on her own but the villagers always came by to help her out and an older girl named Lulu was teaching her how to fend for herself. Yuna was thankful that the hut was big enough for a Ronso to enter. Yuna showed Kimahri to one of the beds so he could set Tidus down, still sleeping peacefully. The Ronso shook water off his fur before coming over to Yuna who was drying herself with a towel.
“Auron come soon, Auron told Kimahri.” Kimahri said sitting down. Yuna looked out into the rain again before resigning to wait inside instead. She sat down with the towel still draped over her and took comfort in Kimahri’s warm presence and Tidus’ soft breathing as he slept, unaware of everything around him.
Besaid is a small island with beautiful beaches, rivers, a flowing waterfall, forests and a small village. Like everywhere else in Spira, it has fiends as well but they are small, with a few surprises here and there. It was like a small paradise island, which was why Yuna’s father Braska had chosen to live here not long after Yuna was born. Braska moved Yuna and his wife to Besaid while he stayed behind to finish some loose ends. Yuna was suppose to go with her mother for a visit to Bikanel Island and to make amends with her mother’s family, but Yuna got sick just before the trip, leaving her mother to go alone. It was supposed to be a short trip but she never made it. Braska quickly came to Besaid when he heard the news and stayed with Yuna until he left to find guardians for his pilgrimage. He came back later with both Sir Auron and Sir Jecht as his new guardians.
She lost her parents one after another. But Sin was also gone and all of Spira was celebrating the new Calm. A surge of pride bubbled through her, temporarily washing away the sadness. She couldn’t be sad now, not when she knew that Sir Auron was going to come back, now that she was going to meet Sir Jecht’s son.
At least she wouldn’t be alone in her hut anymore. She had a feeling that Tidus would be staying with her for a long time.
Yuna looked back at Tidus, at the mop of brown hair, and the serene expression on his face as he slept. He looked no older than Yuna and she didn’t know why but she felt slightly saddened by that fact.
Kimahri sat still, watching the rain outside in silence. It was a while before Kimahri finally comforts Yuna with a furry blue paw around the little girl’s shoulders and letting her lean into him. A blue sphere was lifted onto Yuna’s lap. She gazed at the object, her blue and green eyes widening in surprise at the label: Braska’s Sphere. She pressed the button to play the sphere.
"Hello, Yuna. I hope you are well. I wonder how old you are, now that you're watching this sphere. You must be very beautiful, like your mother. I wish I could see you. Oh, by the way . . . Jecht and Auron send their regards. So far, our journey has been very entertaining. Of course, it is a hard journey, but I have no regrets. It is the path I have chosen. Yuna, when you have grown, you will have to find your own path. Do what you must do, the way you want to do it. Doors will always open themselves to those who do.
Listen close, Yuna. Your future is yours to make. Live the way you want to. Whatever way that may be, you have your father's full support. Yuna, I will always be with you."
Yuna stared at the familiar face of her father before she finally allowed the tears she’d been holding back flow a little down her cheeks. But she smiled with a smile that reached her teary eyes at the scene in front of her: her father’s smiling face while his guardians were wandering around in the snowy-white background.
Your future is yours to make.
The death of Sin was revenge for her mother’s death, the killing of grief, the bringing of peace and calm for the people of Spira and hope for Yuna’s future as well.