Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Warriors beginning ❯ 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ 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: 827 | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 827 | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Title: A Guardian' s Beginning
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13 Rape
Summery: A story discussing Auron's youth and early years. How Braska raised the orphaned boy and Auron struggled to overcome his fears. Our red warrior wasn't 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 Guardian's Beginning
Chapter 5
Late that night after the instructor had gone Braska sat in his soft arm chair staring into the fire. Auron had still not returned. The priest was growing more and more concerned by the minuet, it was not like Auron to just vanish. He pondered, with a heavy heart the plan that he and Girig had decided upon to attempt to deal with the boy's fear. Braska loved the youth and did not wish to hurt him, but Girig was right. Something must be done. Finally he sighed in relief as he heard the front door open and close. Braska counted his charge's quiet steps as Auron tried to sneak into the safety of his bedroom.
"Little Lion, please come here." Braska held his voice steady and kept the tone consoling. After a moment the boy appeared in the study and moving in front of the priest he dropped to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor at Braska's bare feet. The stiffness of Auron's movements was not lost to the healer.
"Yes, my Lord."
"You are injured Little Lion." Braska reached down and lifted the boy's head. "I should heal you." The gentle healer gasped as Auron recoiled at the offer. Confused by the strange response Braska tried to touch the boys head.
"No my lord. The wounds are minor, I will heal." The boy stayed just out of Braska's reach. If Braska was allowed to heal him the priest would know the full extent of his injuries. Auron did not wish that. The shame was his and he would suffer it alone.
"What happened today Little Lion?" Braska felt a shiver of fear run through his chest, Auron was not himself and the priest could not help but think that whatever had occurred in the showers that day was far more than a simple beating as punishment for Auron's fear. The boy must have been pushed to the brink of sanity for him to have attacked Legeron against Braska's orders.
"It is over my Lord. I just need to sleep. Please, may I go?"
"Certainly Auron. Certainly." He watched as the boy slowly stood and doggedly made his way from the room.
Some hours later Braska feigned sleep as he heard the door to his sleeping quarters open. Through barely open eyes he watched as the boy crossed to the bed, and closed them as Auron carefully drew back the covers. The bed shifted as Auron crawled into it, curled into a tight ball and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Braska could feel the boy trembling and his memory shot backwards five years. Wrapping his arms around Auron he pulled him close and spoke to him in soothing tones.
"My little Lion, tell me, tell me what he did. Let me help you. Let me heal you. I can tell you are in pain." Braska stroked Auron's hair and rubbed his back gently. The boy's only response was to push deeper into Braska's comforting embrace and begin to softly cry.
"From...from now on my Lord... I...I will be all alone... at the temple. In the world ... I will have, I will love only you. I have been shamed. I have been...been completely abandoned." While Auron had not expected the aid or sympathy of his fellow students and did not hold their inaction against them, the fact that they had simply stood and 'watched' him be tortured as he had been, cut deeply into his heart. He knew that he could never stand by and allow any of them to be treated the way Legeron had treated him. Auron would die first. Punishment was punishment. What Legeron had done was quite simply an act of wanton brutality.
"Auron, why son, why do you fear it so?" He clutched onto the boy as the sobs grew stronger and Auron's battered body shook.
"Lord, I do not know. I do not know. It owns my heart.
Author: Rothalion
Rating: PG-13 Rape
Summery: A story discussing Auron's youth and early years. How Braska raised the orphaned boy and Auron struggled to overcome his fears. Our red warrior wasn't 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 Guardian's Beginning
Chapter 5
Late that night after the instructor had gone Braska sat in his soft arm chair staring into the fire. Auron had still not returned. The priest was growing more and more concerned by the minuet, it was not like Auron to just vanish. He pondered, with a heavy heart the plan that he and Girig had decided upon to attempt to deal with the boy's fear. Braska loved the youth and did not wish to hurt him, but Girig was right. Something must be done. Finally he sighed in relief as he heard the front door open and close. Braska counted his charge's quiet steps as Auron tried to sneak into the safety of his bedroom.
"Little Lion, please come here." Braska held his voice steady and kept the tone consoling. After a moment the boy appeared in the study and moving in front of the priest he dropped to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor at Braska's bare feet. The stiffness of Auron's movements was not lost to the healer.
"Yes, my Lord."
"You are injured Little Lion." Braska reached down and lifted the boy's head. "I should heal you." The gentle healer gasped as Auron recoiled at the offer. Confused by the strange response Braska tried to touch the boys head.
"No my lord. The wounds are minor, I will heal." The boy stayed just out of Braska's reach. If Braska was allowed to heal him the priest would know the full extent of his injuries. Auron did not wish that. The shame was his and he would suffer it alone.
"What happened today Little Lion?" Braska felt a shiver of fear run through his chest, Auron was not himself and the priest could not help but think that whatever had occurred in the showers that day was far more than a simple beating as punishment for Auron's fear. The boy must have been pushed to the brink of sanity for him to have attacked Legeron against Braska's orders.
"It is over my Lord. I just need to sleep. Please, may I go?"
"Certainly Auron. Certainly." He watched as the boy slowly stood and doggedly made his way from the room.
Some hours later Braska feigned sleep as he heard the door to his sleeping quarters open. Through barely open eyes he watched as the boy crossed to the bed, and closed them as Auron carefully drew back the covers. The bed shifted as Auron crawled into it, curled into a tight ball and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Braska could feel the boy trembling and his memory shot backwards five years. Wrapping his arms around Auron he pulled him close and spoke to him in soothing tones.
"My little Lion, tell me, tell me what he did. Let me help you. Let me heal you. I can tell you are in pain." Braska stroked Auron's hair and rubbed his back gently. The boy's only response was to push deeper into Braska's comforting embrace and begin to softly cry.
"From...from now on my Lord... I...I will be all alone... at the temple. In the world ... I will have, I will love only you. I have been shamed. I have been...been completely abandoned." While Auron had not expected the aid or sympathy of his fellow students and did not hold their inaction against them, the fact that they had simply stood and 'watched' him be tortured as he had been, cut deeply into his heart. He knew that he could never stand by and allow any of them to be treated the way Legeron had treated him. Auron would die first. Punishment was punishment. What Legeron had done was quite simply an act of wanton brutality.
"Auron, why son, why do you fear it so?" He clutched onto the boy as the sobs grew stronger and Auron's battered body shook.
"Lord, I do not know. I do not know. It owns my heart.