I didn’t know I’d become legendary when I first signed up
to become Braska’s guardian. I knew what a Summoner had to do, what sacrifice
they had to make, and I knew why Braska wanted to defeat Sin. He wanted to make
sure no one else went through the hurt and pain he went through when his
beloved wife died, and he didn’t want Yuna to grow up in fear. Yuna, she looks
exactly like her mother. If only Braska could see what she would grow up to be.
Braska is my dear friend, my only friend since I was exiled for refusing the
priest’s daughter, but that’s another story, a chapter in my life that has been
closed. My story is a tangled whim, but I’m getting off track. Goes with the
territory I suppose. Well, Braska and I had left that morning, Braska being the
goodhearted man he was, heard of a man from the wondrous Zanarkand and had to
see him. Braska always was too curious and kind for his own good. To me, Jecht
seemed like a ruffian, hardly worth our time, but, he proved me wrong. He was
useful in battle, and his loud nature always helped Braska smile every once in
a while. But I don’t think even he knew what we were getting into. The
pilgrimage was short and sweet, now that I look back, but we tried to prolong
the inevitable by stopping and letting Jecht record Spira. I think it was a
welcome break for Braska, me and Jecht’s petty squabbles always taking his mind
off of his fate. But sometimes, when he was sure no one was looking, when
everyone else was preoccupied, he’d just look over Spira, a sadness etched into
his face that no one could possibly hope to touch it seemed. I think, during
the pilgrimage, Braska had wanted to stop at one point, leave and go back to
Yuna, who was faithfully awaiting his return. Poor Yuna, first she loses her
mother, and now her father. For me, the pilgrimage will always be a found
memory of mine, a chapter that had its ups and downs, but an enjoyable one
nonetheless. But when the pilgrimage was finally over, and we stood amidst the
rubble and despair of Zanarkand, I saw Jecht’s face twist in pain, because this
was his wondrous Zanarkand, his home, lying in rubble and ruin. The same pain
flashed on Braska’s face, for this was the end of his journey. There was no
turning back now. As for me, I felt hysterical. Humph, a legendary guardian,
hysterical? But that’s how I felt, like I had been on the end of my rope,
because I knew Braska, my dear and loyal friend was going to leave me. Even if
it was a noble cause, it did not numb the pain, and even though I knew it was
fruitless, I pleaded with him to reconsider. I’m almost disgusted with myself
when I look back at that moment, when Yunalesca had said in an almost
comforting way, that two of my friends would have to die today. D*** you Jecht,
why did you have to be so noble all of a sudden? Why couldn’t I have been the
one to sacrifice myself? Jecht had a family, a home, while I… had nothing. And
yet, here I stand again, numb as I watch that horrifying moment replay,
taunting and biting as ever. Ten years, many think it has been a long time, but
I wonder where it has gone. Slipped through my fingers, so now instead of
Braska, I have Yuna here beside me, and instead of Jecht, his son Tidus stands.
Ironic. They look up to me, Lulu in her silent respect, Wakka with his
admiration, Tidus and Yuna see me almost as an uncle or something, Kimahri with
his silent understanding, and Rikku, who knows what she thinks. They expect me
to know everything, blame me for not telling them about the truth, but even if
they had known, I’m sure Yuna would have gone anyway, just to try and rid Spira
of its sorrow. She’s so much like Braska it is sometimes painful to look at
her. And here I stand again, legendary guardian now, for what reason, I do not
know, but I still feel as lost as I did ten years ago, with Yunalesca coming
out the same doors, pyrflies surrounding her non aging form, and I still have
changed nothing. The cycle will continue, like it always has. Braska, forgive
me. I was not able to save Yuna from the same fate.
~*Author’s Notes*~ Um, right.
Lemme get this out of my system. I LOVE AURON! *giggles* He’s so cute and
mysterious! I have to go hug him! Anyway, some mismatched thoughts that came to
me when I was surfing the web. ‘Write me!’ he hollered, and I was like, ‘No!
Bother me no more!’ But he insisted, and this is what came up. Not too shabby me thinks. I just noticed how nobody explains how he became
a legendary guardian. Sure, he protected Braska, but what about all the other
guardians who protected other Summoners? Are they legendary to? Well, anyway,
read and review.