Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Warriors beginning ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 1.9K | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
Title: A Guardians Beginning
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13 Rape
Summery: A story discussing Aurons youth and early years. How Braska raised the orphaned boy and Auron struggled to overcome his fears. Our red warrior wasnt always as fierce as we know him to be. Much of his younger life was important in that part of his development. Kinoc pays a visit as well as a few original characters. Some chapters may be merged, I have struggled with how to divide them up.
Genre: General
Review: "mailto:Rothalion@hotmail.com"
Disclaimer: Square owns them I just like to play with them. Reskar, Kirrick, Legeron, Lucian and Girig are mine and there may be a few others.
A Guardians Beginning
Chapter 3
Storms. They would prove to be Auron's greatest fear. The wind, the rain, the lightning and the thunder. He feared it's lack of predictability, the randomness of the lightning and its devastating power. They were something that he could not control. An enemy he could not hope to defeat. Lightning could kill him and there was little he could do to prevent it. Sure there were magical bracers for protection but as a student he did not own one yet. Although the young man knew that his terror was irrational, he remained afraid throughout his childhood and adolescence. This day was a perfect example. It was storming and his silly fear was about to cause it to be a long and memorable one.
Girig, the sword master, had decided that training outside in the storm would be instructional. The poor footing, poor visibility and distraction of the thunder were all conditions that the young twelve to thirteen year old boys would need to be able to control to stay alive. The group gathered their weapons and headed out into the deluge.
"Lucian, where is Auron?" Girig asked the youth, after counting heads, his voice raised above the windy onslaught.
"Lord, I am not sure Lord." The boy replied squinting through the rain. "Is he not present?"
"Are we not supposed to look after the men in our unit Lucian? You are a unit leader. Auron 'is' a member of your unit." The swords master strode quickly to the frightened boy. "Answer me Lucian! Auron, where is he?"
Lucian knew exactly where his friend was. Huddled in the shower area, retching as he nearly always did during a storm. The sound of the approaching thunder having sickened his stomach. Lucian had tried to drag Auron along but the storm was simply too violent, he would not budge from where he huddled in a stall, not even with the cruel taunting of many of the other boys. While they respected Auron's ability to fight this inane fear of his was the root of a never ending barrage of caustic and demeaning remarks. Lucian had tried to ward off the offending boys, happy that today they had given up quickly and that Auron was too sick to attack them physically, which had happened in the past with sad results. The young unit leader tried not to cave in before his angry instructor; and wished he was not feeling the anger and disappointment toward Auron that surged through his small frame when he thought about the problem his fellow student and friend was causing. Lucian would be punished for this, /again/, and the thought of it made him less than happy.
"Lord, Au...Auron is in the showers. The storm, Lord, you know...the storm. I tried to make him follow...he was ill...I..."
"Enough! You are an inept unit leader Lucian. If you cannot get one man to go into a storm how will get him to follow you into battle!" Girig turned and searched the anxious faces, "You are stripped of your ranking and Kinoc will replace you."
Lucian was devastated. His father would be furious. Auron had brought him great shame. Head bowed he stepped from the front of the group and replaced Kinoc in a central position, fighting against the tears that struggled for release. Tears of anger, tears of hate and tears of failure. Girig left the group in the hands of the unit leaders and went into the temple to deal with Auron, firm in his resolve to put an end to the nonsense of fearing storms.
Girig stormed through the training area and went straight to the showers. Without announcing his presence the instructor began to search the stalls for the frightened youth. Three stalls down he found Auron cowering in a corner. Girig held nothing in reserve, the big man grabbed the boy by his long dark hair and yanking him to his feet dragged him from the stall. Auron struggled along behind the angry teacher as best as he could considering Girig's hold on him.
Once the pair was out on the training floor Girig threw the boy to the floor and stood over him.
"Get up boy!" He screamed at the shocked youth. Auron rose to his knees and bowed in submission. The teacher's hand flew out and slapped Auron across the face knocking him backwards once again. "I told you to get up!"
Auron rose to his knees again and was slapped back down, Spinning from the blow he landed on his stomach and received a boot to the ribs. Girig gave the command again, and after Auron obeyed he was driven to the floor with another blow. The process was repeated over and over and over until Auron simply refused to comply. The beaten youth cowered on the floor his face a battered mess, his nose was bleeding and his eyes were swelling shut. Girig screamed the command, kneeling down to be on Auron's level.
"Are you 'again' refusing a command from your superior? Are you Auron? Get up! What, is your fear is holding you back, fear of injury to yourself? You must overcome your fear if wish to command. What about your comrades Auron, would you let them go into danger alone? While you stayed behind frozen by your fear. Would you?" Girig grabbed Auron by the hair and threw him across the floor, then following the youths rolling body screamed the command again, "Get up Auron! I command you to get up, do you refuse? Get up boy!"
Gasping for air Auron rose again to his knees, only to be driven down. Somewhere in the back of his screaming, pain filed brain he wondered if Girig meant to kill him. The instructor was hitting him hard, holding little back, his hardened fists, half the size of Auron's head, reigned blow after blow down upon his faltering body. Again the command, again he was driven to the floor. He was dizzy and his mouth tasted like sulfur.
"Get up Auron!" Girig ordered hovering over the barely conscious boy, "Get on your knees!"
Auron rose, and waited for the blow. He could no longer see well, and his swollen nose made breathing difficult. The blow did not come.
"Stand."
Auron stood and flinched when Girig grabbed at his elbow to steady him. Tears slipped down his battered cheeks despite all his efforts to prevent them. He was sick to his stomach, from fear and adrenalin and he wanted to collapse, curl in a ball and sleep but Girig was not through yet.
"I will give you two choices of punishment boy." He watched his student sag as he realized that the lesson was not yet over. "Number one: you go into the storm and receive fifteen strikes in front of the comrades that you let down, and the commander you disobeyed; or two: you remain in the safety of the building and receive thirty, fifteen for failing to obey Lucian's orders and fifteen for cowardice. It is your choice. You will carry the scars of this decision on your body and in you heart for the rest of your life so choose wisely."
Lightning flashed and thunder pounded, Auron flinched and dropped to his knees, bowing his head.
"Lord, I will receive my punishment with the others." The beaten boy stood slowly and made his way staggering out into the storm.
When Kinoc saw Auron and Girig approaching he called the unit to attention, and turned to await his orders from the instructor. The sight of Auron shocked him. His friend had been badly beaten, and looked ready to collapse. Behind him he heard murmuring. Girig, Kinoc knew, could be a brutal taskmaster, but never before had he seen him treat anyone so harshly. Kinoc was afraid for Auron.
Standing behind Auron, the old teacher reached out and tore the boys robe off his shoulders. He then pushed Auron viciously down onto his knees in the mud.
"Lucian, come forward!" Girig ordered, and when the youth stepped up Girig handed him a rattan staff. "As a leader you must also be able to administer discipline. You will give Auron fifteen strikes for his cowardice and insubordination, Kinoc you will assist."
Lucian took the staff hesitantly from Girig and moved behind Auron, Kinoc stepped forward to order the strikes. Lucian raised the staff as tears slid down his cheeks. Auron was his friend and despite his earlier anger he did not, when it actually came down to it, wish to harm him. Before he could strike Auron spoke halting him.
"My Lord, I request... a change in my punishment."
"Speak." Girig ordered.
"My Lord I would request the full thirty strikes, the extra fifteen for my cowardice."
"Granted. Kinoc begin." Girig smiled in the rain, Yes, he thought to himself Even though flawed, Auron was indeed a strong one.
At Kinocs count Lucian brought the staff down across Auron's bare shoulders. The young man again cursed Auron, fifteen was bad enough, thirty would deal considerable damage to the already battered boy. He knew that he could not hold back, or face the same punishment himself.
Auron barely heard Kinoc count out thirty. All the injured boy knew was that he was not struck again and that strong hands were helping him to stand. Just inside the training room doors he collapsed. Girig ordered Kinoc to take a message to Braska saying that Auron would not be returning home and would be at the healers and to come quickly. He ordered the boy not to explain what had occurred, Girig knew that Braska would be angry at his treatment of Auron but the boy had needed to be taught a lesson.
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13 Rape
Summery: A story discussing Aurons youth and early years. How Braska raised the orphaned boy and Auron struggled to overcome his fears. Our red warrior wasnt always as fierce as we know him to be. Much of his younger life was important in that part of his development. Kinoc pays a visit as well as a few original characters. Some chapters may be merged, I have struggled with how to divide them up.
Genre: General
Review: "mailto:Rothalion@hotmail.com"
Disclaimer: Square owns them I just like to play with them. Reskar, Kirrick, Legeron, Lucian and Girig are mine and there may be a few others.
A Guardians Beginning
Chapter 3
Storms. They would prove to be Auron's greatest fear. The wind, the rain, the lightning and the thunder. He feared it's lack of predictability, the randomness of the lightning and its devastating power. They were something that he could not control. An enemy he could not hope to defeat. Lightning could kill him and there was little he could do to prevent it. Sure there were magical bracers for protection but as a student he did not own one yet. Although the young man knew that his terror was irrational, he remained afraid throughout his childhood and adolescence. This day was a perfect example. It was storming and his silly fear was about to cause it to be a long and memorable one.
Girig, the sword master, had decided that training outside in the storm would be instructional. The poor footing, poor visibility and distraction of the thunder were all conditions that the young twelve to thirteen year old boys would need to be able to control to stay alive. The group gathered their weapons and headed out into the deluge.
"Lucian, where is Auron?" Girig asked the youth, after counting heads, his voice raised above the windy onslaught.
"Lord, I am not sure Lord." The boy replied squinting through the rain. "Is he not present?"
"Are we not supposed to look after the men in our unit Lucian? You are a unit leader. Auron 'is' a member of your unit." The swords master strode quickly to the frightened boy. "Answer me Lucian! Auron, where is he?"
Lucian knew exactly where his friend was. Huddled in the shower area, retching as he nearly always did during a storm. The sound of the approaching thunder having sickened his stomach. Lucian had tried to drag Auron along but the storm was simply too violent, he would not budge from where he huddled in a stall, not even with the cruel taunting of many of the other boys. While they respected Auron's ability to fight this inane fear of his was the root of a never ending barrage of caustic and demeaning remarks. Lucian had tried to ward off the offending boys, happy that today they had given up quickly and that Auron was too sick to attack them physically, which had happened in the past with sad results. The young unit leader tried not to cave in before his angry instructor; and wished he was not feeling the anger and disappointment toward Auron that surged through his small frame when he thought about the problem his fellow student and friend was causing. Lucian would be punished for this, /again/, and the thought of it made him less than happy.
"Lord, Au...Auron is in the showers. The storm, Lord, you know...the storm. I tried to make him follow...he was ill...I..."
"Enough! You are an inept unit leader Lucian. If you cannot get one man to go into a storm how will get him to follow you into battle!" Girig turned and searched the anxious faces, "You are stripped of your ranking and Kinoc will replace you."
Lucian was devastated. His father would be furious. Auron had brought him great shame. Head bowed he stepped from the front of the group and replaced Kinoc in a central position, fighting against the tears that struggled for release. Tears of anger, tears of hate and tears of failure. Girig left the group in the hands of the unit leaders and went into the temple to deal with Auron, firm in his resolve to put an end to the nonsense of fearing storms.
Girig stormed through the training area and went straight to the showers. Without announcing his presence the instructor began to search the stalls for the frightened youth. Three stalls down he found Auron cowering in a corner. Girig held nothing in reserve, the big man grabbed the boy by his long dark hair and yanking him to his feet dragged him from the stall. Auron struggled along behind the angry teacher as best as he could considering Girig's hold on him.
Once the pair was out on the training floor Girig threw the boy to the floor and stood over him.
"Get up boy!" He screamed at the shocked youth. Auron rose to his knees and bowed in submission. The teacher's hand flew out and slapped Auron across the face knocking him backwards once again. "I told you to get up!"
Auron rose to his knees again and was slapped back down, Spinning from the blow he landed on his stomach and received a boot to the ribs. Girig gave the command again, and after Auron obeyed he was driven to the floor with another blow. The process was repeated over and over and over until Auron simply refused to comply. The beaten youth cowered on the floor his face a battered mess, his nose was bleeding and his eyes were swelling shut. Girig screamed the command, kneeling down to be on Auron's level.
"Are you 'again' refusing a command from your superior? Are you Auron? Get up! What, is your fear is holding you back, fear of injury to yourself? You must overcome your fear if wish to command. What about your comrades Auron, would you let them go into danger alone? While you stayed behind frozen by your fear. Would you?" Girig grabbed Auron by the hair and threw him across the floor, then following the youths rolling body screamed the command again, "Get up Auron! I command you to get up, do you refuse? Get up boy!"
Gasping for air Auron rose again to his knees, only to be driven down. Somewhere in the back of his screaming, pain filed brain he wondered if Girig meant to kill him. The instructor was hitting him hard, holding little back, his hardened fists, half the size of Auron's head, reigned blow after blow down upon his faltering body. Again the command, again he was driven to the floor. He was dizzy and his mouth tasted like sulfur.
"Get up Auron!" Girig ordered hovering over the barely conscious boy, "Get on your knees!"
Auron rose, and waited for the blow. He could no longer see well, and his swollen nose made breathing difficult. The blow did not come.
"Stand."
Auron stood and flinched when Girig grabbed at his elbow to steady him. Tears slipped down his battered cheeks despite all his efforts to prevent them. He was sick to his stomach, from fear and adrenalin and he wanted to collapse, curl in a ball and sleep but Girig was not through yet.
"I will give you two choices of punishment boy." He watched his student sag as he realized that the lesson was not yet over. "Number one: you go into the storm and receive fifteen strikes in front of the comrades that you let down, and the commander you disobeyed; or two: you remain in the safety of the building and receive thirty, fifteen for failing to obey Lucian's orders and fifteen for cowardice. It is your choice. You will carry the scars of this decision on your body and in you heart for the rest of your life so choose wisely."
Lightning flashed and thunder pounded, Auron flinched and dropped to his knees, bowing his head.
"Lord, I will receive my punishment with the others." The beaten boy stood slowly and made his way staggering out into the storm.
When Kinoc saw Auron and Girig approaching he called the unit to attention, and turned to await his orders from the instructor. The sight of Auron shocked him. His friend had been badly beaten, and looked ready to collapse. Behind him he heard murmuring. Girig, Kinoc knew, could be a brutal taskmaster, but never before had he seen him treat anyone so harshly. Kinoc was afraid for Auron.
Standing behind Auron, the old teacher reached out and tore the boys robe off his shoulders. He then pushed Auron viciously down onto his knees in the mud.
"Lucian, come forward!" Girig ordered, and when the youth stepped up Girig handed him a rattan staff. "As a leader you must also be able to administer discipline. You will give Auron fifteen strikes for his cowardice and insubordination, Kinoc you will assist."
Lucian took the staff hesitantly from Girig and moved behind Auron, Kinoc stepped forward to order the strikes. Lucian raised the staff as tears slid down his cheeks. Auron was his friend and despite his earlier anger he did not, when it actually came down to it, wish to harm him. Before he could strike Auron spoke halting him.
"My Lord, I request... a change in my punishment."
"Speak." Girig ordered.
"My Lord I would request the full thirty strikes, the extra fifteen for my cowardice."
"Granted. Kinoc begin." Girig smiled in the rain, Yes, he thought to himself Even though flawed, Auron was indeed a strong one.
At Kinocs count Lucian brought the staff down across Auron's bare shoulders. The young man again cursed Auron, fifteen was bad enough, thirty would deal considerable damage to the already battered boy. He knew that he could not hold back, or face the same punishment himself.
Auron barely heard Kinoc count out thirty. All the injured boy knew was that he was not struck again and that strong hands were helping him to stand. Just inside the training room doors he collapsed. Girig ordered Kinoc to take a message to Braska saying that Auron would not be returning home and would be at the healers and to come quickly. He ordered the boy not to explain what had occurred, Girig knew that Braska would be angry at his treatment of Auron but the boy had needed to be taught a lesson.