Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Warriors beginning ❯ two ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Rothalion 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 741 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 741 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
Title: A Guardian s Beginning
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13
Summery: A story discussing Aurons youth and early years.
Genre: General
Review: "mailto:Rothalion@hotmail.com"
Disclaimer: Square owns them I just like to play with them.
A Guardians Beginning
Chapter 2
"What is your name? Where are you from? Where are your parents? Yevon! Stop throwing your food at the wall!"
Braska asked the boy the same questions everyday in the same order for three straight weeks without receiving as much as a 'Shut up priest and let me alone.' Nothing, no response, only that he was becoming quite proficient at ducking when the wraiths meals flew across the eating area. 'At least,' Braska thought' he hits the same spot each time, less mess.' The priest was beginning to think that his charge was quite simply demented in some way, but his sense as a healer did not indicate that, so he stood his ground and committed himself to wait as long as it took.
During the course of the following four weeks Braska scored one small victory. The boy had finally relented and put on the blue acolytes robes which Braska had provided for him; at least now he was no longer stalking around the house naked. Aside from that, the food still flew and a tense silence pervaded the priest's small seaside home. Braska had to admit to himself that maybe the boy had more problems than even a strong healer such as himself could contend with, but something about the lad sang out to the priest, something made him desire to keep the boy despite the stress and the hardship, something said that this boy needed him, and conversely Braska felt as if he some how needed the boy. While Braska didn't understand it and basically tossed it off as yet another example of his stubborn devotion to aiding wounded beings he still could not deny the tug at his heart when he was near the lost child. He strengthened his resolve and swore to Yevon that he would weather out the stormy childs tantrums.
The Beville sky tore open during the tenth week of Braskas war. The rain and wind buffeted the small house which was high on a cliff overlooking the sea and thunder and lightning rattled windows in their wooden frames. Braska awoke only long enough to acknowledge the storms presence and fell quickly back to sleep. The boy, in his small room across the hall, awoke in terror. Climbing from his bed he crouched in the corner trembling with fear, alone, in the lightning shattered darkness; frozen by his fright of the unrelenting wind, rain and thunder. Then, in his terror, he remembered the priest across the hall. Standing he scurried through the lightening shattered darkness to the priest's room and silently pushed the slightly ajar door open. The space was shot into view by a brilliant flash of purplish white light followed by an immediate crash of thunder. The proximity of the blast drove the boy forward. Reaching out, with shaking hands, and trying to be as quiet as possible the boy peeled back the edge of the blanket covering the sleeping priest and climbed into the warm bed, curling up into a very small ball as close to sleeping man as he could get. Braska awoke to the slight addition of weight on his mattress.
"What?..." He raised himself up on his elbow and peered down at the boy in sleepy confusion. Then he felt it. The boy was trembling violently, obviously terrified by the screaming storm. Braska wrapped his arms around the dark haired child and pulled him tighter to his chest. To Braska's shock, the bundle spoke, his voice nearly drowned out by the storm. Merely a shaking whisper.
"I ---I----am called---Auron."
"What?" Braska asked pushing again up onto his elbow.
"Auron-----I am called Auron, and I am, I am sorry that I fought with you."
"Sleep Auron, sleep my Little Lion, you are safe now." Braska stroked Auron's dark hair and rubbed his back until the trembling eased and the boy finally slept. The priest then also fell back into slumber.
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13
Summery: A story discussing Aurons youth and early years.
Genre: General
Review: "mailto:Rothalion@hotmail.com"
Disclaimer: Square owns them I just like to play with them.
A Guardians Beginning
Chapter 2
"What is your name? Where are you from? Where are your parents? Yevon! Stop throwing your food at the wall!"
Braska asked the boy the same questions everyday in the same order for three straight weeks without receiving as much as a 'Shut up priest and let me alone.' Nothing, no response, only that he was becoming quite proficient at ducking when the wraiths meals flew across the eating area. 'At least,' Braska thought' he hits the same spot each time, less mess.' The priest was beginning to think that his charge was quite simply demented in some way, but his sense as a healer did not indicate that, so he stood his ground and committed himself to wait as long as it took.
During the course of the following four weeks Braska scored one small victory. The boy had finally relented and put on the blue acolytes robes which Braska had provided for him; at least now he was no longer stalking around the house naked. Aside from that, the food still flew and a tense silence pervaded the priest's small seaside home. Braska had to admit to himself that maybe the boy had more problems than even a strong healer such as himself could contend with, but something about the lad sang out to the priest, something made him desire to keep the boy despite the stress and the hardship, something said that this boy needed him, and conversely Braska felt as if he some how needed the boy. While Braska didn't understand it and basically tossed it off as yet another example of his stubborn devotion to aiding wounded beings he still could not deny the tug at his heart when he was near the lost child. He strengthened his resolve and swore to Yevon that he would weather out the stormy childs tantrums.
The Beville sky tore open during the tenth week of Braskas war. The rain and wind buffeted the small house which was high on a cliff overlooking the sea and thunder and lightning rattled windows in their wooden frames. Braska awoke only long enough to acknowledge the storms presence and fell quickly back to sleep. The boy, in his small room across the hall, awoke in terror. Climbing from his bed he crouched in the corner trembling with fear, alone, in the lightning shattered darkness; frozen by his fright of the unrelenting wind, rain and thunder. Then, in his terror, he remembered the priest across the hall. Standing he scurried through the lightening shattered darkness to the priest's room and silently pushed the slightly ajar door open. The space was shot into view by a brilliant flash of purplish white light followed by an immediate crash of thunder. The proximity of the blast drove the boy forward. Reaching out, with shaking hands, and trying to be as quiet as possible the boy peeled back the edge of the blanket covering the sleeping priest and climbed into the warm bed, curling up into a very small ball as close to sleeping man as he could get. Braska awoke to the slight addition of weight on his mattress.
"What?..." He raised himself up on his elbow and peered down at the boy in sleepy confusion. Then he felt it. The boy was trembling violently, obviously terrified by the screaming storm. Braska wrapped his arms around the dark haired child and pulled him tighter to his chest. To Braska's shock, the bundle spoke, his voice nearly drowned out by the storm. Merely a shaking whisper.
"I ---I----am called---Auron."
"What?" Braska asked pushing again up onto his elbow.
"Auron-----I am called Auron, and I am, I am sorry that I fought with you."
"Sleep Auron, sleep my Little Lion, you are safe now." Braska stroked Auron's dark hair and rubbed his back until the trembling eased and the boy finally slept. The priest then also fell back into slumber.