Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Warriors beginning ❯ 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ 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: 1.7K | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
Title: A Guardian s Beginning
Author: Rothalion
Rating: R; Violent rape though not graphically described, language.
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 4
Auron never again refused to go out and train in storms. Girig's lesson, while harsh, insured that the young man would probably always think twice before refusing a command, but did little to squelch his pupil's terror of lightening. Unfortunately Auron's fighting in the dreaded weather was haphazard and had led to many accidents and errors. The boy was distracted by the storms and his reactions were slowed. His ability to make timely decisions impaired his attempts to command and on at least five occasions he had inadvertently wounded his fellow students due to his lack of concentration. He still fought a running battle with the fellow students who thought his fear ridiculous. Auron was becoming an outcast; having had even his closest companions drift away in their attempt to avoid the stigma of their friend's strange fears. The newest incident occurred some months after the caning and did nothing to bring the group any closer together.
The group had gone out with a unit of older boys on a reconnaissance lesson when a fierce thunder storm blew in. Auron had been in charge of his unit and due to his poor reactions during the storm the older group, led by a brutish trainee named Legeron, ended up cut off from the main party and under attack from a group of formidable fiends. The older boys took some serious injuries in the battle and Legeron had declared that he was more than through with dealing with Auron's ineptness. Once back in the temple the older boy headed almost immediately for the tired and ashamed Auron and began a scathing tirade.
"You! Thunder boy!" The angry youth hollered approaching Auron rapidly from behind. The seated boy didn't move. He sighed and threw his pants into his small stall with the rest of his sopping clothes and waited. He knew what was coming, and he did not need to look up to see that the other young men from his own unit had stepped safely away, some of them drifting out of the room entirely. Braska had ordered him not to retaliate against the taunts of the other boys until he dealt with his senseless fear so he could only sit and suffer the tongue lashing. "You! Auron the fearless, or should I say Auron the terrified?" The older boys with Legeron laughed loudly at their leader's taunts.
Legeron reached out and yanked Auron off of the wooden bench by his black hair and tossed him brutishly to the hard stone floor. Hands on his bare hips he stared down at the target of his wrath. Auron for his part sat there not wanting to meet the angry glare of the naked young man standing over him.
"You got my men hurt today Thunder Boy! Again! I am sick to death of your nonsense. Girig should have tossed your lame ass out of here long ago!" He reached down and yanked Auron's head roughly back again by his hair. Then leaning in so that they were nose to nose he spoke in a vengeful hiss, "Yea, but I'm gonna take care of that mistake right now. Yup...'cause if you can show your cowardly face here again after I am done with you today, and I doubt you will... maybe, just maybe... I will let you stay!" The ensconced youth closed the distance between him and Auron and savagely bit into the younger boy's bottom lip.
Legeron, his fist still wrapped in Aurons hair yanked the naked youth up onto his knees and released him. The boy knelt unmoving as his attacker circled him. His lip hurt and he sorely wished that Braska had not bound his fists with his order of tolerance. Legeron stopped before him and after what, to Auron, seemed like a fiendish chuckle Legeron spoke again.
"Do you know, Thunder Boy, what I like before a good hard fuck, do you?" When Auron didn't answer he punched the prone youth squarely in his already bloodied face. "Answer your superiors when they speak to you, Thunder Boy! Have you learned nothing?"
"No, Legeron." It was a whisper. His lip was swollen and stinging. "Yes, Legeron."
"Well, Thunder Boy, I like to take a good long piss." He threw his head back and laughed at his own taunt. Tossing a look over his shoulder at the group behind him. "Yup, and do you know what you're lacking, Thunder Boy?"
"No, Legeron." Auron replied quickly this time hoping to avoid being struck again. Legeron punched him anyway.
"Well Thunder Boy you lack the putrid, yellow stink of fear." Legeron laughed again, "But I'm gonna fix that and 'then' I think I'll have me a nice, hard fuck in your virginal ass. What about it Thunder Boy? How do 'you' feel about a good hard fuck?" Legeron grabbed himself and urinated on the boy kneeling before him. Once finished he wasted no time in snatching Auron up once again by the hair and after twisting the smaller youth's arm torturously behind his back he slammed his victim into the wall face first and whispered in his ear. "Like I said Thunder Boy, after today you want to return tomorrow. After today curling up and dying will seem good to you."
Legeron had his way with Auron, whispering in the boy's ear telling him what he was going to do to him as he readied himself. The rest of the group, young and old, stood and looked on. While ashamed for their friend none of Auron's fellow students would step forward to his aid. They simply cringed in horror as the battered and betrayed youth screamed in agony. When he was finished Legeron held the tortured boy against the cold stone wall, a huge hand in the center of his back, and spoke. He should not have. The words he would speak cut across all the already shattered lines of Auron's self control and while no one had stepped in to aid the dark hair youth during his torment it would take six of the older boys to save their leader from Auron's wrath.
"Did you like it Thunder Boy? Did you? Yea, come on back in the morning. I rather like you. You can be my new bitch." Legeron spoke loud enough for all to hear. "A hell of a lot better then that Al Bhed lovin bitch of a priest you call father could ever give you wasn't ..."
Despite his pain, despite his orders to not fight back, despite his terror and shame, Auron found the strength to turn on his attacker. None of the group would ever forget the sheer, unbridled ferocity and brutality of the stricken boys attack.
That night Girig sought out Braska in yet another attempt to get to bottom of his student's terror. Auron had dressed quickly after being dragged off of Legeron and had gone missing. Girig hoped the boy had fled home to Braska. He hadn't. Legeron, although older and bigger than Auron had been very badly beaten in the fight, a testament to Auron's ferocity, and was still, at nightfall, many hours after the fight in the hands of the healers. Girig, while he knew of Legeron's taunting of the younger boy was not aware of the entirety of Auron's torment at the older student's hands. The instructor simply thought that Auron had snapped, as a result acting as violently as he had.
"Braska we train him to be a 'Warrior' Monk. Warriors, Braska, in case you've not noticed, are 'not' afraid of the damn rain!" The teacher stomped angrily around in a circle kicking at the small stones in Braska's garden. The man was angry and worried. The thought of dismissing Auron from the temple made him feel ill. "Yevon, Braska, you 'have' to do something about his fear of thunder! Time is running out. Even after five years under my tutelage, five years of trying to beat it, talk it, and somehow rationalize it out of him he remains terrified! I am out of ideas, other then...then to dismiss him. He is dangerous to his fellow students and to himself. Damn it Braska! Help me here! He nearly killed Legeron! and that, after you order him not to fight back! Yevon knows he is a great talent, and that I love him like a son but..."
Braska stood and slowly, shaking his head, walked to where the old instructor had finally come to halt in his pacing. The tall priest held out his hands asking Girig to stop talking for a moment. His face was marked with sadness and worry at the turn of events that the teacher had just shared with him. Auron, he was told had pummeled the older, stronger Legeron nearly to death. Braska had few words for the instructor. He assured Girig that he would talk to Auron, lay down the law try to get him to come aroundwhat else could he say? The two devised a plan to drive Aurons fear of storms away and then Girig left. Auron though was still out there somewhere, alone and hurt enduring his newest punishment for his weakness. The two men had no idea just how hurt and ashamed their young charge was. Nor would they ever, anytime soon.
Author: Rothalion
Rating: R; Violent rape though not graphically described, language.
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 4
Auron never again refused to go out and train in storms. Girig's lesson, while harsh, insured that the young man would probably always think twice before refusing a command, but did little to squelch his pupil's terror of lightening. Unfortunately Auron's fighting in the dreaded weather was haphazard and had led to many accidents and errors. The boy was distracted by the storms and his reactions were slowed. His ability to make timely decisions impaired his attempts to command and on at least five occasions he had inadvertently wounded his fellow students due to his lack of concentration. He still fought a running battle with the fellow students who thought his fear ridiculous. Auron was becoming an outcast; having had even his closest companions drift away in their attempt to avoid the stigma of their friend's strange fears. The newest incident occurred some months after the caning and did nothing to bring the group any closer together.
The group had gone out with a unit of older boys on a reconnaissance lesson when a fierce thunder storm blew in. Auron had been in charge of his unit and due to his poor reactions during the storm the older group, led by a brutish trainee named Legeron, ended up cut off from the main party and under attack from a group of formidable fiends. The older boys took some serious injuries in the battle and Legeron had declared that he was more than through with dealing with Auron's ineptness. Once back in the temple the older boy headed almost immediately for the tired and ashamed Auron and began a scathing tirade.
"You! Thunder boy!" The angry youth hollered approaching Auron rapidly from behind. The seated boy didn't move. He sighed and threw his pants into his small stall with the rest of his sopping clothes and waited. He knew what was coming, and he did not need to look up to see that the other young men from his own unit had stepped safely away, some of them drifting out of the room entirely. Braska had ordered him not to retaliate against the taunts of the other boys until he dealt with his senseless fear so he could only sit and suffer the tongue lashing. "You! Auron the fearless, or should I say Auron the terrified?" The older boys with Legeron laughed loudly at their leader's taunts.
Legeron reached out and yanked Auron off of the wooden bench by his black hair and tossed him brutishly to the hard stone floor. Hands on his bare hips he stared down at the target of his wrath. Auron for his part sat there not wanting to meet the angry glare of the naked young man standing over him.
"You got my men hurt today Thunder Boy! Again! I am sick to death of your nonsense. Girig should have tossed your lame ass out of here long ago!" He reached down and yanked Auron's head roughly back again by his hair. Then leaning in so that they were nose to nose he spoke in a vengeful hiss, "Yea, but I'm gonna take care of that mistake right now. Yup...'cause if you can show your cowardly face here again after I am done with you today, and I doubt you will... maybe, just maybe... I will let you stay!" The ensconced youth closed the distance between him and Auron and savagely bit into the younger boy's bottom lip.
Legeron, his fist still wrapped in Aurons hair yanked the naked youth up onto his knees and released him. The boy knelt unmoving as his attacker circled him. His lip hurt and he sorely wished that Braska had not bound his fists with his order of tolerance. Legeron stopped before him and after what, to Auron, seemed like a fiendish chuckle Legeron spoke again.
"Do you know, Thunder Boy, what I like before a good hard fuck, do you?" When Auron didn't answer he punched the prone youth squarely in his already bloodied face. "Answer your superiors when they speak to you, Thunder Boy! Have you learned nothing?"
"No, Legeron." It was a whisper. His lip was swollen and stinging. "Yes, Legeron."
"Well, Thunder Boy, I like to take a good long piss." He threw his head back and laughed at his own taunt. Tossing a look over his shoulder at the group behind him. "Yup, and do you know what you're lacking, Thunder Boy?"
"No, Legeron." Auron replied quickly this time hoping to avoid being struck again. Legeron punched him anyway.
"Well Thunder Boy you lack the putrid, yellow stink of fear." Legeron laughed again, "But I'm gonna fix that and 'then' I think I'll have me a nice, hard fuck in your virginal ass. What about it Thunder Boy? How do 'you' feel about a good hard fuck?" Legeron grabbed himself and urinated on the boy kneeling before him. Once finished he wasted no time in snatching Auron up once again by the hair and after twisting the smaller youth's arm torturously behind his back he slammed his victim into the wall face first and whispered in his ear. "Like I said Thunder Boy, after today you want to return tomorrow. After today curling up and dying will seem good to you."
Legeron had his way with Auron, whispering in the boy's ear telling him what he was going to do to him as he readied himself. The rest of the group, young and old, stood and looked on. While ashamed for their friend none of Auron's fellow students would step forward to his aid. They simply cringed in horror as the battered and betrayed youth screamed in agony. When he was finished Legeron held the tortured boy against the cold stone wall, a huge hand in the center of his back, and spoke. He should not have. The words he would speak cut across all the already shattered lines of Auron's self control and while no one had stepped in to aid the dark hair youth during his torment it would take six of the older boys to save their leader from Auron's wrath.
"Did you like it Thunder Boy? Did you? Yea, come on back in the morning. I rather like you. You can be my new bitch." Legeron spoke loud enough for all to hear. "A hell of a lot better then that Al Bhed lovin bitch of a priest you call father could ever give you wasn't ..."
Despite his pain, despite his orders to not fight back, despite his terror and shame, Auron found the strength to turn on his attacker. None of the group would ever forget the sheer, unbridled ferocity and brutality of the stricken boys attack.
That night Girig sought out Braska in yet another attempt to get to bottom of his student's terror. Auron had dressed quickly after being dragged off of Legeron and had gone missing. Girig hoped the boy had fled home to Braska. He hadn't. Legeron, although older and bigger than Auron had been very badly beaten in the fight, a testament to Auron's ferocity, and was still, at nightfall, many hours after the fight in the hands of the healers. Girig, while he knew of Legeron's taunting of the younger boy was not aware of the entirety of Auron's torment at the older student's hands. The instructor simply thought that Auron had snapped, as a result acting as violently as he had.
"Braska we train him to be a 'Warrior' Monk. Warriors, Braska, in case you've not noticed, are 'not' afraid of the damn rain!" The teacher stomped angrily around in a circle kicking at the small stones in Braska's garden. The man was angry and worried. The thought of dismissing Auron from the temple made him feel ill. "Yevon, Braska, you 'have' to do something about his fear of thunder! Time is running out. Even after five years under my tutelage, five years of trying to beat it, talk it, and somehow rationalize it out of him he remains terrified! I am out of ideas, other then...then to dismiss him. He is dangerous to his fellow students and to himself. Damn it Braska! Help me here! He nearly killed Legeron! and that, after you order him not to fight back! Yevon knows he is a great talent, and that I love him like a son but..."
Braska stood and slowly, shaking his head, walked to where the old instructor had finally come to halt in his pacing. The tall priest held out his hands asking Girig to stop talking for a moment. His face was marked with sadness and worry at the turn of events that the teacher had just shared with him. Auron, he was told had pummeled the older, stronger Legeron nearly to death. Braska had few words for the instructor. He assured Girig that he would talk to Auron, lay down the law try to get him to come aroundwhat else could he say? The two devised a plan to drive Aurons fear of storms away and then Girig left. Auron though was still out there somewhere, alone and hurt enduring his newest punishment for his weakness. The two men had no idea just how hurt and ashamed their young charge was. Nor would they ever, anytime soon.