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~ FFX-2.5 : The Price of Eternity ~ French to English Translatio
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By: CrystalOfLies Date: December 9, 2014, 4:58 pm
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[center]Please show massive appreciation for ChercheurObscur! I
have just ironed out the wordings in his translations.
If it were not for him, this thread would have never existed in
the first place!
Our goal is to translate the entire novel. Please express your
opinions on the novel's contents in the thread called, 'Final
Fantasy X-2.5: The Truth' OR 'The Novella: Final Fantasy X-2.5
~Eternal Cost~'
Have fun reading!
Update (ChercheurObscur) : Please show appreciation for kk too !
NOTE: In order to find chapters, press Ctrl + F and type in the
chapter and number.
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Chapter 1
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Tidus was huddled up and was drifting in the darkness. Pictures
were showing themselves in his mind. Was he able to see them, or
were they only simple memories? He did not know. He was making
out a man; he had a wide back covered by a stream of hairs and a
woman was cuddled up against him: his parents. One day, his
father had disappeared, and her mother had died of sorrow. As
Tidus had suffered when he had understood he would not be able
to comfort her, that her only son was insufficient! The pain,
intact, woke up in his chest.
Just after, he was facing a huge crowd. He answered the cheering
with a euphoric smile. Strangely, all sadness had left him...
How was it possible? He gave in to this new sensation of
well-being, and the questions which were bombarding him flew by.
A terrible monster had attacked his home, Zanarkand. Overcome by
panic, Tidus had run for his life then had got lost.
Do not worry; he had only come to find you.
After spending hours swimming in Spira’s ocean, the young man
had got closer to the coast. The scenery which was giving itself
to Tidus, so different from his native region, had thrown him
off balance. Despite everything, kindness and softness from
inhabitants had put the smile back on Tidus' face. He had made
some friends, they had travelled together. His sword in his
hand, he had hunted down a lot of monsters.
He had fallen in love too. The day they had confessed to each
other, Tidus had understood their story was impossible. Although
it was a losing battle, he had refused to submit himself to
destiny.
He was contemplating a sea made of clouds, memories of the day
he had left Spira.
He was looking at himself from the back, on board the aircraft.
Shadowing his fear, he had run along the deck before rushing
forward.
Suddenly, his chest exploded with pain.
Yuna!
This cry shook his mind.
I am back, Yuna!
His view was not obstructed anymore: the limit between the
darkness which was surrounding him and his own body had become
clear. He felt pulled from chaos which was wrapping him.
I am coming!
His foot propelled him with all their strength to the world of
Yuna.
He was coming closer to a boundary, the limit between "here" and
"there". A luminous wall appeared to blink. Was it a call, or
the symbol of a radiant world? Tidus was swimming upwards,
always upwards. He was a splendid swimmer.
He broke through the wall and the light dazzled him. Then he
discovered the white and azure world which was extending beyond
the boundary. The air filled his lungs. He grimaced, surprised
by an almost forgotten sensation; a smell was tickling his
nostrils.
He was surrounded by the huge and endless ocean. Under his foot,
Tidus seemed to discern the movement of a massive being. It was
the living darkness with which he was part of, just an instant
ago. If he was not careful, it was going to claim him back to
itself.
I will not let myself be pushed around! I have just come back...
He turned over then discovered an island. A hill was overlooking
a verdant triangle: Besaid. The waves were caressing a deserted
beach. He whistled with his fingers. Although he received no
answer, he felt reassured. His senses did not lie to him,
everything was real. Even if nobody was present to answer his
call, he was happy to hear this sound.
He started to swim toward the coast. Who was he going to meet
first, when will he reach the shore?
Where are you, Yuna?
Just now, a deafening rumble cleared up the sky. Tidus looked up
and discovered a sparkling colourful aircraft. Instinctively,
the young man tried to get away from it. The aircraft initiated
a large circle above him. Then a hatch opened and revealed a
well-known figure: Yuna.
Without hesitation, she jumped into the void. Tidus watched her
diving in direction of the surface of the ocean. She was wearing
bright tinted clothes he had never seen. That is not the Yuna I
know, he surprised himself by thinking. But this doubt
disappeared when he perceived joy through the eyes of the young
girl. She hurried to him in order to embrace him. Just now, he
knew nothing else meant to her, and this feeling made him
immensely happy.
“Is that really you?” she asked after hesitating.
“I think so.”
He wanted her to answer herself this question. She moved away
from him and examined him as if she wanted to be sure about his
identity.
“So?”
“Yes, it is really you.”
He let out a cry of relief.
“I am back!”
He clamped his arms around her and held her in his arms. During
a short moment, he had been afraid of being rejected.
“I am back,” he repeated in Yuna's ears, again and again.
She embraced him in return:
“It is you, it is really you...”
A voice disrupted them:
“Hey, lovebirds! Are we bothering you?”
Wakka!
Tidus turned around in the direction of the coast. The little
cove was swarming with people. He recognized Wakka and Lulu
among the crowd of villagers.
“Oh, give us one minute at least!”
Tidus ended up grabbing Yuna's hand in order to drag her down to
the beach. A new life was starting for him, a life only
dedicated to their happiness. This thought was sending him into
transports of joy.
“You are different...”
“I have experienced so many things during your absence!” she
answered.
Her proud way of speaking surprised him, but he decided to not
care about it. As long as he could run by her side, past was not
important.
“I want to know everything!”
*
The villagers have been waiting impatiently for the return of
Yuna; she had been gone for a long time. Tidus has known most of
people here. They greeted him. There were Datto, Letty, Botta,
Jassu, Keepa... What a pleasure to meet his playmates from the
Besaid Aurochs once again!
Quite proud, Wakka introduced a swaddled infant in a cover to
him:
“I am presenting you Vidina. He is adorable, don't you think?”
“Absolutely. But... may I ask who the mother is?”
“It is me,” a curt voice declared.
Tidus made an about-turn then found himself face to face with an
opulent chest... Lulu's, to be precise.
“Well, we know who he takes after in the case of beauty,” the
young man declared.
Lulu laughed, then took the infant from Wakka's arms.
“How many times did I tell you to not expose him to the wind of
the open sea?”
“This is a child of the coast, what is the matter?”
“You could have waited for the beginning of the tide!”
“But, honey...”
A smile on his face, Tidus interposed himself between the
parents:
“Hey, congratulations! You are finally living as a couple? I
knew it!”
“Yes,” Lulu conceded. “Nothing extraordinary to be honest, and
sometimes I feel like I have had enough of this...”
“Well thanks!” Wakka protested.
She ignored her partner:
“Say, Tidus, will you be staying here for a while?”
“If you want me here,” he answered with a worried tone.
“I see. Don't be mistaken, you are most welcome here.”
Lulu watched around them. The crowd started to leave the beach.
“We should go back to the village too.”
She swaddled her baby to her chin and joined people who were
returning home. Tidus understood Lulu’s sudden goodbye since the
baby was her priority, but he suddenly felt abandoned.
Wakka gave him a tap on the back:
“Let's go!”
On the road, the members of the Aurochs came to talk with him in
turns. They told him about what happened to them during his
absence, and the young man had felt like he had never left.
Datto and Keepa told him about their progress, and it made him
quite proud. New players had moved in on the island in order to
join the team – news which touched him deeply. The tournament in
which he had participated two years ago appeared to be the
triggering factor.
They walked half an hour before arriving at the village.
“Tonight, we have planned a banquet, directed by the elders,”
Lulu explained. “Help with the preparations, show yourself in
your best light. Make a good impression! But before all that,
you can rest there if you want.”
She was indicating the highest tent of the village. Tidus
recognized the Crusaders’ dormitory.
“What do they do these days?” he asked.
“These days? Whatever they want. Yuna's room is inside the
temple... in the same place as always.”
“Oh oh!” Wakka said teasingly.
He was carrying an armful of wood, probably in order to feed the
blaze of the banquet. Tidus' cheeks did not need fire to become
red and scorching.
“I know what you are up to, you two!” Lulu said curtly. “I
forbid you to go there, Tidus! Your behaviour must not lead to
confusion, at least until Yuna presents you to the elders.
Furthermore, your attitude will determine villagers' opinion
toward you. And since the temple has become useless, Yuna must
support an idle clergy. She is not free to act, do not forget
that.”
Lulu ended her tirade with a shrug, and her child struggled in
her arms.
“Is she not happy?”
“Ask her yourself.”
“What you are telling me is not like her.”
Lulu appeared to agree with him.
“From what I have seen, her feelings are quite lukewarm: she
feels responsible for the situation but the village stifles her.
Therefore she flies over the region with Rikku and her team.”
“What do they do?”
“You will have to ask her about this too. But meanwhile, do not
do something which could harm her.”
“Got it.”
Lulu went back to her own tent, and Tidus met the Aurochs. Yuna
was standing before the temple, within reach of voice, however
the young man could not talk to her. It appeared that the entire
village had something to tell her, with no chance of escape. Of
course, she could have come up with an excuse to leave, but she
was too polite to do that. Kindness was Yuna's strength, and at
this moment, this quality was not failing to irritate Tidus.
“She wants to talk to you too, I am sure,” Wakka declared.
The man tried to negotiate with the elders, but they refused to
let the summoner go.
“They are keeping a sharp eye on you!” the young father
exclaimed as soon as he came
back.
“Why? I was Yuna's guardian, and I stuck by her all the way. I
deserve recognition and respect, and yet no one expresses either
of them.”
“If you say so!” a derisive voice declared behind his back.
Rikku just arrived this moment. Because of her tanned body, she
seemed stronger than in his memories.
“Hi, Tidus! It has been a long time!” she exclaimed.
She made an about-turn to call someone. A woman moved forward,
she had smooth hair, a stern face, and black clothes displaying
only her shoulders. The contrast with Rikku was startling.
“This is Paine, a friend. She has worked with Yuna.”
“Yuna talked to me about you,” the woman declared. “Actually, it
was more like harping…”
She examined Tidus for a moment, as if she wanted to gauge him.
“Two years have passed,” Rikku said distantly. “and yet...”
The teenager got closer to Tidus until her nose brushed the
young man and scrutinized him in her turn.
Two years... Tidus felt his stomach turning into lead. Through
his conversations, he had understood that his absence had lasted
several months. But two whole years...
“You are the same as always!” Rikku concluded.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry. He ended up giving a
faint smile.
“Easy for you to say, look at yourself...”
Rikku leaned and folded her arms under her chest. Tidus caught
sight of Yuna behind her back.
“You too, have not changed,” he finished absent-mindedly.
He was worried about Yuna. Her taste in clothing was different,
and he was wondering if he was missing something else about her.
“Hey, I am here! Rikku exclaimed pouting. “You are different!”
“You just said the opposite,” Tidus told her.
“I am talking about your appearance. Inside, you are not the
same. In the past, you were a bit stupider, but you were nicer
at least.”
“Thank you for the compliment!”
They burst out laughing, and she began to narrate the events of
the two last years. She told him about the Movement for the
Truth, the sphere hunters and the Gullwings... At first, Tidus
was questioning them, but he ended up annoyed by this flood of
unknown names.
“You had fun, I can tell.”
“It looks like it is bothering you...”
“I don't have anything to talk about on my side, it is
frustrating. Two years of absence, and not a single new thing...
What might I have gone through all this time?”
“A break,” Paine said.
Her crooked grin made Tidus think she was joking. But he was
sure of something: he could not discover what had happened to
him these last two years if he stood rooted to the spot
speaking.
“In any case, I am happy you had fun. If you had spent your days
weeping over my absence, I would have felt guilty.”
He had spoken lightly, but Rikku frowned.
“I have not cried! I was angry. I needed to understand, to know
what had happened to you, and why. I ended up giving up, but...”
“Yes?”
“Yuna seemed to take pleasure with the Gullwings' activities.
But in my opinion, she made use of her time. She probably joined
joyfully in sphere hunting or concerts, but ultimately, her only
goal... was you. She wanted to find you again. Or forget you. I
don't know.”
"Me?"
“Yes. She left the village when she saw you in a sphere.”
“Excuse me?”
“This boy: Shuyin, and Lenne: the girl he loved, had lived a
thousand years ago. She was a summoner and a famous singer. They
had experienced many things, but what you need to know is that
Shuyin was your spitting image. Yuna has even wondered whether
or not it was you. She had believed that she had a chance to
find you again.
But after all that, we had found ourselves in front of a
thousand-year-old war machine!” Rikku declared.
“Are you serious?”
It was a tall story, and yet Tidus had to admit that the reality
often defied common sense. He decided to stay quiet.
“I know, it is unbelievable,” Rikku answered. “but I have seen
it with my own eyes, and I must acknowledge that. If I had
wondered about this, I would be dead before understanding what
was happening.”
In order to illustrate her words, she gripped her hands around
his neck and stuck her tongue out.
“The machine was named Vegnagun,” Paine declared. “It was
enormous, and would have massacred everyone had Lenne not
stopped Shuyin. But he activated her once more, and we had to
deal with it.”
She screwed up her eyes and stared at Tidus.
“What are you looking at?” Tidus asked.
“According to Yuna, the Fayth would have promised her your
return in exchange for having saved Spira.”
“So I am here thanks to him?”
“No!” Rikku exclaimed. “Yuna went out of her way to find you,
not him!”
The other conversations broke off and everyone turned toward the
little group. The elders were surrounding their summoner and
Tidus felt the heavy pressure of their eyes. His eyes met those
of Yuna. He read the words "sorry" and "later" on the lips of
the young girl.
He smiled. Then, thinking he had to show his disappointment
because of her restraint, he shrugged. Once again, Yuna said
"later", enunciating carefully the syllables. An old woman
frowned, staring at the young man and the summoner in turns. She
reprimanded Yuna, who apologized profusely.
But "later" appeared to never come.
The elders still spoke to her for a long time, then a matron
declared that Yuna must change and carried her away inside the
temple. On the advice of Lulu, Tidus joined in the preparations
of the banquet. Since the entire village was active, he ended up
soon having nothing to do. With an embarrassed smile, he ended
up joining Rikku and Paine.
They all spoke for a moment. They told him about what had
happened during his absence and Kimahri Ronso. They alluded to
New Yevon, the Youth League and the Machine Faction.
The more they were enlarging on Yuna's concert, the more they
were irritating him. He had the impression that they were making
light of the life-threatening adventure they all had.
“What’s the matter?” Rikku asked. “Are you in a bad mood?”
“Of course not...”
“Yeah, sure! You are going too far. I did my best to tell you
everything, and you... If that is how it is, fine! I am going
back to the aircraft!”
Tidus was asked by Paine to tell Yuna that they were going to
leave and that they would come back in a few days. He barely
mumbled some words by way of answer.
Nothing worse than to be alone in the middle of a crowd busy
with a lot of things. He did not want that, he took refuge under
the tent and he let himself fall onto a bed. His mind was full
of questions and thoughts as the day was fading. Soon, Tidus
thought. He closed his eyes and imagined Yuna's plausible face
when she would finally meet him.
Wakka woke him up.[/center]
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: December 9, 2014, 5:01 pm
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[center]“The boat is going to return with the catch of the
evening. They will need some help to bring fish to the village.
Come on, let's go! This is a job for the Aurochs!”
The team made the decision to play blitzball while waiting for
the return of the boat. Provocative, Keepa proposed a race to
the cove. Tidus accepted and rushed forward on the path with the
others. However, he hurtled down the slope with only Yuna in
mind, not one single thought for the competition.
She surely wonders where I am. I should have stayed in the
village.
“You are slow, Tidus!” one of the boys exclaimed.
He looked around him. He was running as fast as he could, and
yet everyone was outrunning him – except Wakka.
“Be careful, Wakka!” the man ahead mocked. “It’s nearly
nightfall, you’ll risk falling. Slow down or you’ll hurt
yourself!”
“Oh, shut up!” the person concerned replied.
Yet he was laughing as loudly as the others.
“Enough, guys! Stop!” he surrendered after a minute.
Unable to catch up, he had decided to force his team to wait for
him. Tidus took advantage of the opportunity in order to slow
down, and finally stop himself.
“Well, Wakka, did retirement do a number on you?”
Short-winded, running with sweat, the person concerned nodded
before getting going again.
“You remember the tournament in which we have participated in,
two years ago in Luca? I had planned to stop playing just after.
I had told you about it, hadn’t I? I wanted to become a trainer.
But we lost the next match... A bitter failure. It was different
from when we were losing every time, but we have suffered from
this. After this failure, we have trained every day, with all
our strength. The villagers have even released us from our
chores in order to let us give ourselves entirely over to the
game. And we have improved! I even think we have reached our
best level. By dint of watching Datto and Letty, I have wanted
to practice again. But at this time, Yuna has started to talk
about the Gullwings and to flail around, Lulu's stomach has
filled out, and I have been more involved in the affairs of the
village. I am as motivated as anybody, I am still young too, you
see... well...”
He shrugged, as if he was saying: "You understand?” He was still
as indecisive as before, Tidus thought.
“But every day, Lulu reprimands me...”
He scratched his head as if wanting to hide his embarrassment.
The rest of the team was now far ahead from them: the two
friends were not able to hear them any longer.
Tidus was moving, these two lost years in mind, when Wakka
placed his arm around Tidus' neck.
Were we this close before? The young man asked himself.
Busy to seek in his memories, he kept walking, pushed by Wakka.
The path they were following was surrounding the island; it was
named "The waterfall’s path". Some thin droplets were falling
from the top of the cliff, and they ended up soon being soaked.
Wakka's fingers trailed up along Tidus' neck with a circle
movement, up to his hairs, and started to scratch his head. The
situation was getting more strange...
“What the hell are you doing!?” Tidus ended up exploding, while
pushing away the hand of his friend.
“Sorry, but I had to be sure...”
Wakka appeared to regret his actions.
“You are really real? You are not an illusion, a spectre from
the Farplane?”
“I hope so... Of course I am real!”
“Of course you are real!” Wakka exclaimed joyfully before he
burst out laughing, as if making amends.
However, Tidus was not going to forget the words pronounced by
his friend, forever etched in his mind. He thought of the other
world, this place where the dead could show themselves, in
reaction of prayers, and talk with each other... He remembered
his first trip to the Farplane. He had thought about his mother,
and she had appeared before him. Was he not a ghost as well?
“Are spectres only hallucinations?” he asked Wakka.
“Well… they are kinda like real visions.”
“In other words?”
- Here is how I understand things: the pyreflies react to the
mind of the one who goes into the other world and takes shape of
the person they want to meet. The conversation is just made up
by the living. Therefore the dead can only say what the living
wants to hear. If the living wishes for encouragement, the dead
will give them some. If they wish for pity, the dead will
comply.”
“Really?”
The explanation was lucid – something unusual with Wakka.
Abruptly, Tidus understood: since his earliest childhood, Yuna's
previous guardian had believed and followed Yevon's teachings.
Then one day, he had discovered it was a lie. Without the
support of the fayth, he had tried to explain the world which
was surrounding him. This is what was hidden behind his so-clear
answer.
“But we are on Besaid, not in the Farplane, right? So I am
real.”
Then, Tidus pinched Wakka's waist. With a wonderful cry of
indignation, the man ran away on the double.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: December 14, 2014, 1:09 pm
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[center]Chapter 2
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Besaid's waters overflowed with fish, but the catch ensured only
the inhabitants' subsistence. In order to earn money, they
produced a textile specific to the island. These last months,
they had started to take advantage of the influx of people
coming to visit the homeland of the High Summoner Yuna. They had
converted a part of the temple to accommodate the travellers.
When Tidus arrived at the cove, the setting sun was dyeing the
sky in orange, but the boat had not shown itself yet.
“What is this small boat?” the young man asked.
He was indicating a skiff moored at the pontoon. Wakka stood up
straight:
“I am presenting you the Aurochs Ace!”
Since his return, Tidus had heard talk of the training boat of
the team, the one in front of him, a lot of the time. He had
imagined it bigger. The figurehead, which looked like a
commemorative plate, probably symbolised a blitzball trophy.
Unlike the original, always made of golf, this reproduction was
only painted in yellow. The ensemble cut a sad figure.
“Thanks to this boat, the Aurochs have made considerable
progress!
The shallow water surrounded Besaid. It stretched out so far
that it was difficult to train here. In so little water, jumping
was dangerous. Here is why the Aurochs lacked strength when they
had to dive or to rise to the surface. Thanks to the Ace, the
team could re-join from now on in deeper areas. In this way,
they had adopted tactics using the whole sphere pool, like the
"deep and shallow kick".
It has revolutionized our game,” Botta summarised, sticking out
his chest.
Tidus patted the pectorals of his friend with a smile of
approval.
“Originally, it was used for a little goods haulage, at Port
Kilika,” Wakka explained. “We have restored it by ourselves. We
have financed the purchase and the restoration work thanks to
the villagers' donations. From now on, we must not disappoint
them.
They started to warm up, under Letty's orders. With Datto,
Botta, Jassu, Keepa and Rash, the new recruits Mesker and Karam,
Wakka and Tidus, there were now ten. Wakka started to form two
teams. Letty whistled with his fingers, and the match commenced.
They were following the rules of half blitz, a version which
forbade players to disappear under the surface, with or without
the ball, subject to penalties. Tidus received two already. He
found it hard to control his movements.
“It is no big deal, don't worry!”
The cheering from his playmates was depressing him. Formerly, a
level difference existed between a star player and a team from
the countryside. Had the Aurochs improved so much, or had Tidus
regressed that far?
“Beclem Clash!” Botta shouted suddenly.
The ball hit Tidus in the face.
Beclem, the previous trainer of the team, was famous for his
severity. This unknown technique, taught by someone he had never
met, shook him up definitively. In order to turn this stinging
setback into a joke, he played dead. He was drifting on the
surface of the sea, arms and legs flabby, when he heard a voice
declaring:
“We are going to end with this: the team that scores the next
point win the match, okay?”
Tidus stood up straight and noticed Keepa near himself, who was
bearing a forced smile and added:
“The night is falling; we are not going to see the ball
anymore.”
The long-awaited boat returned to the port, lit by powerful
lamps. The Aurochs helped it to moor and unloaded the freight.
The wooden crates were overflowing with fresh fish. Players and
sailors moved the catch in bags that they shared out and put on
their backs.
“And me?” Tidus asked. “You are not giving me something to take
to the village?”
“Sorry,” one of the fishermen answered. “It was not a good
day...”
The man, of around forty years old, broke off to stare at Tidus.
Displaying an impressive stature, he had a luxuriant moustache
but his skin was very pale.
“My name is Tidus, nice to meet you.”
“Bria.” (Note: Bria is Briah in French.)
He handed him a trident.
“Carry it for me, would you?”
“You fish with this weapon?”
Amused, Bria shook his hand:
“With a net. This is to protect myself.”
“Against monsters?”
“Do you have a moment, Wakka?” Bria asked point blank.
The two men drew away. Tidus could not hear their conversation,
but Wakka's expression was enough for him to understand. Just
after, the Aurochs, who were discussing the best way to cook
fish, returned to the village, leaving Tidus and Bria behind in
the cove.
Under the moonlight, the ocean was calm. Gelatinous and
translucent creatures were crossing the beach without worrying
about the men, to finally disappear in the trees. Monsters were
still there, Tidus thought. Could he still fight them? Did he
have the strength to do it? Or was he just a shadow of his
former self, as the blitzball match had shown him?
“I had forgotten...” Bria murmured, while staring at the
blitzball which was lying at his foot.
“Throw me a pass!” Tidus exclaimed.
He hoped to start the conversation again, but the fisherman
ignored him and just stared at the young man, who returned this
attitude in equal measure, for lack of anything better.
Bria's long hairs were waving because of the night breeze. With
a closer look, he appeared to be younger than what Tidus had
thought. His moustache made him look older. But the most
striking was his eyes: they were a faded blue and brought to
mind two pieces of glass polished by the waves.
“These eyes...” Bria began.
Surprised, Tidus drove the trident in the sand and rushed to the
ball.
“These eyes have contemplated too long the distance.”
“Excuse me?”
This declaration was quite enigmatic and needed an explanation,
yet the fisherman became silent again.
Tidus hit the ball, which rose above his head. He caught it with
his right hand and moved it in his left hand with a smooth
movement. Knee, head, shoulders... The sequence was deeply fixed
in his muscles.
Since his interlocutor was staying quiet, Tidus changed his
approach:
“You were not living here, two years ago.”
“No. I came to live near the High Summoner.”
“I see.”
“I take care of the temple, under monks’ authority. A month ago,
I was transferred here from Bevelle. Did you hear about the
members of New Yevon?”
“Yes.”
“A bloody bunch of chickens in my opinion!”
Tidus answered with an awkward smile but, deep down, he was
applauding the fisherman’s words.
“Really? And what do you think about the Youth League?”
“Minus habens.”
“In other words?”
“All stupid.”
“You are quite strict. And what about the Machine Faction?”
Focused on the ball located on his head to prevent it from
falling, Tidus was waiting for Bria's answer.
“I saw you coming.”
“Excuse me?”
Not really sure if he understood, the young man turned in the
direction of the ocean. The ball fell in the sand.
“At midday. We heard of Yuna’s return thanks to the radio, and I
followed the villagers. I saw you emerging from the ocean. How
did you reach this place?”
Tidus did not feel like answering his question at all. An
ill-conceived explanation could produce a disastrous impression.
If he got into trouble with this man, linked to the religion of
Yevon, who knows what consequences it could have for Yuna?
“Two years ago, you came from Zanarkand. Not from the ruined
city we know, but from a fast-growing city. Nobody believes
this... but I am willing to trust you.”
“Uh... Thanks!”
“How did you get to Spira back then?”
Tidus stayed quiet.
“According to the rumour, Sin carried you.”
“I don't know what to say.”
“Do you think he could have sent you back to Zanarkand?”
Once again, he did not want to answer his question. Anyway, Yuna
had defeated Sin: he did not have a way to confirm this
hypothesis. Yet Tidus was certain about one thing:
“The city I had known does not exist anymore. It was the one
from the Summoning...”
“I would like you to tell me more about it.”
Tidus shrugged, without obligation.
“Sin had spread chaos across Zanarkand. How could the city have
survived such a disaster?”
“It does not matter. Recently, I have perceived a lot of
signs... I think I will be able soon to resolve the mystery
which has kept me busy for a long time.”
“Which mystery are you talking about?”
“The greatest of all.”
The man burst out laughing, and Tidus lost his temper:
“Are you making fun of me? What do you want? Did you come to
live near Yuna or have you been transferred from Bevelle? What
do want to tell me? What is the true motive behind your
presence?”
“I beg your pardon if I hurt you. My life is a bit too complex
to be summed up. Humans try to introduce causal relationships,
but the truth is that, these links, we invent them a
posteriori."
“I hate these unknown words you speak in!”
Tidus immediately regretted his words. Bria said good night to
him and left.
“Sorry,” the young man murmured.
To his utter astonishment, the fisherman waved to him: he had
heard him.
Tidus thought he had just gone so far as to deny Auron, to whom
he owed a lot. Bria was right: the lives of some people were too
complex to be summed up within a few words. And when such a
person wanted to hand down the fruit of its experience, it
probably expressed itself like him.
Maybe will I find myself in the same situation one day?
Remaining alone on the shore, Tidus ascended the pontoon and
laid down on it, his face turned in the direction of the sky.
Oppressive clouds were hiding the stars. The wind was picking
up, and the water lapping against the pillars of the pier
appeared to accentuate itself.
Once the Aurochs drop off the fish at the village, the banquet
would begin, and Tidus could not talk to Yuna. Was it a
punishment? Had someone managed to prevent the young man from
seeing her? If Tidus ran into the one behind these goings-on, he
would shrug it off and finally talk to the young woman. It would
be so enjoyable...
"Humans try to introduce causal relationships, but the truth is
that, these links, we invent them a posteriori."
Frustrated, Tidus let out a cry and tapped his foot on the
boards of the pontoon. The wood returned a dull sound, but
another sound, more high-pitched, metallic, answered him.
The boy stood up straight to look around him.
Vestiges of antique mechanisms remained in various locations of
the island. Tidus doubted that someone knows about their initial
purpose. Some of these ruins were erected near the cove like
chimneys, their orange paint faded by age. A big gull was
perched on the vestige nearest to the water. It was holding
something between its legs and was pecking fervently at the
object. The strange noise had come from it.
GONG, GONG, GONG!
Reassured, Tidus laid down once again and closed his eyes. By
association of ideas, his mind opted for the Gullwings. Yuna had
spent the two last years with this group made of young people,
who seemed nice to her. To think that life had continued during
his absence, and that his friends – Yes, even Yuna – had fun,
made him feel uncomfortable. He saw again the smile of the
summoner and the coloured clothes she wore from now on. She was
no longer this shy seventeen-year-old, oppressed by the ordeals,
that he had met two years ago, but a blooming woman.
He sighed. Would he have preferred her weeping over his
disappearance? If someone had asked him the question, he might
have given a positive answer... and he hated himself for that.
On edge, he started to shake on the wood of the pontoon.
It was night-time, the fish was ready, yet Yuna was not there.
Unsurprisingly, several elders were missing too.
“The old ladies got mixed up together once again,” Wakka
murmured quietly, in order to not be heard.
He knew they had waited impatiently for the return of Yuna. All
the villagers older than the young woman, Wakka included, had
contributed to her blossoming, and it made them quite proud.
Orphan of the High Summoner Braska, she had spent her childhood
at the temple, surrounded with people with unshakeable faith. As
to answer the elders' prayers, she had followed the path of her
father. She had defeated Sin and had brought the long-awaited
Calm back to Spira. Then the truth about Yevon's deception had
been fully exposed, and the Church had collapsed.
Despite everything, elderly people continued following Yevon's
teachings. "Everything they taught us is not wrong," they
esteemed.
From now on, everyone was free to believe whatever they wanted.
Yet the elders showed very little tolerance towards the others.
To their eyes, the youth was mistaken about the way in life and
had too much fun. Since always, the village had worked like a
family, and the gap which was growing wider between the
generations was breaking Wakka's heart.
The oldest were incapable of getting used to these disruptions.
Young leaders, like Nooj and Baralai, embodied the change. Their
influence had extended very fast, even to territories as distant
as Besaid. A piece of information which reached villagers three
days earlier was already outdated. This new era was
disconcerting the elders, who had always known an immutable
world.
Fortunately, Yuna had not forgotten what she owed them, and, in
these vague times, they could trust the young woman.
“I wonder what they plan to do with her,” Wakka murmured.
He headed for the temple and filled his lungs with the familiar
perfume, mixed with the smell of the damp stones that the
building was releasing. He was happily reminded of his era of
childhood.
A gift of Yevon...[/center]
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: December 19, 2014, 1:39 pm
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[center]Chapter 3
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“There is something on the roof!”
The man let the woman, who was pressed closely against him at
the higher level of the first air duct, separate from him
bluntly. Holding their breath, they kept their ears open. Once
again; the same noise, as if something hard was hitting metal.
The sound was coming from above and was resonating through the
wall on a regular pace. GONG, GONG, GONG...
“What is it?” Kush whispered. (Note: Kush is Kushu in French.)
“A bird,” Valm answered. “A gull, judging from the strength of
the knocks.”
Evidently reassured, Kush laid down once again on the cushions,
showing expressly her wish to laze a bit more. But Valm rose and
put on his light armour. The young girl was looking at him
adjusting the leather pieces on his chest composed of flexible
muscles.
“How do vous know that this is a gull?” (Note: ‘Vous’ is a
plural/formal French term for ‘you’.)
“Only birds and monkeys can get up there. Thanks to the sound, I
guess an animal quite big is hitting metal with a hard object.
Why imagine a monkey with a tool rather than a bird with a
strong beak? In this place, there are only gulls.”
“Vous are correct. But what does it desire?”
“Maybe should you ask it?”
“Yet again, vous are correct.”
When she was a child, Kush had been chosen to take a summoner
training course. She only knew the Bevelle haven and this
island. Her lack of knowledge was astounding. Here is why she
came round to Valm's opinion.
When they met for the first time, three years earlier, he had
thought she made fun of him. He despised her silently, convinced
to deal with a too spoiled child. Once enlightened about her
personal history, he had been seized with sympathy for the young
woman and, to his astonishment, his affection turned into love.
Never, before Kush, would Valm have thought to love a summoner.
These people were sensitive to pyreflies, that is, the deceased.
Formerly, Valm imagined them ominous, obsessed with death.
However Kush, like all her comrades, felt the same emotions than
the others. She was no different from Valm. Despite everything,
the authorities had gathered people gifted of this talent and
had created an elite corps subjected to strict instructions.
None of them were volunteers: summoners were so uncommon these
could not refuse. Kush and her fellows sacrificed themselves for
the government. In exchange, the serenity of their close family
was guaranteed, to twenty five years after the death of the
summoner.
Kush seemed noble: she was always dressed to the nines, yet she
came from a poor family; which reassured Valm, coming from the
same background. He had never left the island, but his oath had
rescued his kind from poverty.
“I am going to go downstairs first,” he declared. “The Bedohls
must have had enough of waiting for me.”
“Could we not see each other without them the next time?”
“Why? Do they annoy you?”
“Not at all. I would like us to meet, just the both of us.”
“And who will support your palanquin?”
She laughed gently.
“I can walk as well as vous. No, better.”
“Probably, but venomous insects introduced by the enemy have
increased, and I fear that...”
“Are their bites dangerous?”
“Infernal.”
She laughed:
“Oh, Hell does not appeal to me at all!”
He knew what she was referring to. When he was a child, his
grandmother was used to talking about this in the evenings. It
was a place of endless throes where those who had dared to defy
gods were sent, dead or alive. He who wanted to avoid it must
obey his whole life. After his death, he would be reborn in the
form of a flower in the other world, as a reward. Hell or
flowers... When he was young, Valm considered these two fates
were equal, but his grandmother knew so many anecdotes to
justify every rule that it was futile to question. From now on,
he understood the old lady was entirely devoted to the
authorities, which embodied gods in the tangible world.
“Is it not possible to avoid the insects without resorting to
the Bedohls?” Kush asked.
“Probably. I could carry you in dangerous areas.”
“That would be wonderful!”
“Great. Now, dress up.”
He headed for the spiral staircase, in order to go down and talk
to the Bedohls. Just before he set down his feet on the first
step, he glanced behind his shoulder. Kush had stood up straight
to look at the outside through the opening. Her body was as slim
as the one of the goddess Luchera, except for her hips, which
were rounder. Valm was nearly surprised she did not have wings.
The delicate item of clothing she had put on had slipped, which
revealed the mark ornamenting her lower back, on the right. An
adorable heart-shaped mark.
“There is someone at the water's edge!” Kush whispered.
He rushed to her side. The moonlight was allowing them to make
out the details of the landscape.
“Over yonder, on the pontoon.”
A young man was standing near a shabby boat which was rocking
with the waves.
A refugee, Valm thought. But why sneak inside the island? This
is suicide.
Without taking his eyes off the unknown person, he hurried her
to dress up. Then he raised his forefinger and his thumb to his
mouth, in order to call the Bedohls. But it was not the time to
whistle. The man, apparently nervous, was unloading a bag from
the boat. After a moment of struggling to unknot it, he brought
out a round object.
A ball?
The unknown person put the ball before him. Valm did not know
what to think. He understood that a refugee might have drifted
to the island... But what did he intend to do? Play? It was
absurd.
The man turned in the direction of the tower and raised his eyes
to Heaven.
A ruse! He knows I am gazing at him.
With a nonchalant step, he mowed away from the ball. He was a
good actor, Valm had to admit it.
“That is a bomb!” he cried out.
He took Kush by the waist, snatched her away from the window and
pushed her against the pillar in the middle of the room. He was
pulling her down the stairs when the device exploded. Valm lost
his balance. Instinctively, he held the head of the young girl
against his chest. His back hit the angle of the stairs, and he
let out a whine of pain. The back of his head bounced on a hard
surface. He recognized the smell of gunpowder. He was going to
faint, he could not avoid it. But as soon as he would regain
consciousness, he would go kill the murderer. He would not let
this island fall into the hands of the heretic mage.[/center]
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 17, 2015, 2:41 pm
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[center]Chapter 4
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The Celsius was ripping slowly through the night air. It could
not fly more slowly, else it would have run the risk of stalling
and crashing.
Inside the c*ckpit, Paine was listening to Rikku's, Brother's
and Buddy's conversation. At his post, before his monitor,
Shinra was turning his back to his comrades, focused on his
task. Maybe was he making essential calculations for the flight,
or maybe was he killing time with a puzzle. Behind his glasses
and his mask, his facial expression remained inscrutable.
“Is the storm approaching?” Paine asked, as she took advantage
of a pause in the conversation.
The Al Bhed, who expressed themselves in a different language
from hers, spoke too fast, and she did not understand half of
their conversations.
Rikku was keeping a close watch on the radar.
“A huge depression is approaching Besaid on the south,” she
announced. “It is going to blow hard.”
“We must inform them of this.”
“The radio does not work,” Shinra answered, detached.
Brother yelled, but the pilot contented himself with a shrug.
“It’s working less and less, and not only with Besaid.”
“Why?”
“I do not know, I am just a kid you know.”
The boy sometimes seemed annoying, but nobody knew machines
better than him. Paine held him in high regard thanks to his
skills; quite the opposite of Brother, who poured out ranting.
Paine did not know what their leader was saying, but his shouts
and his gesticulations were irritating her at the highest point.
“In this case...” she began.
Nobody listened to her.
“Shut up!” she yelled.
Brother stopped brusquely, standing in a ridiculous posture.
“Yes?”
“Should we not hurry to reach Besaid before the storm? The
village is made of hessian: we have to inform them of this.”
“If the wind takes the tents, the inhabitants will lose
everything,” Rikku acquiesced.
Brother seemed about ready to cry. They had left Besaid at top
speed, like thieves in the night. They had nowhere to go, but
Buddy had preferred not to let their leader too close to the
lovebirds, Yuna and Tidus.
“After all, this is just a storm,” Paine reconsidered. “The
inhabitants have overcome worse situations.”
Their leader was pathetic. Nobody respected him.
“You think so?” Rikku asked. “According to the radar... Oh! It
went off!”
“She may have had her days,” Shinra declared. “End of the road
for her. After all, this is a millenary device: a breakdown is
not nonsensical.”
“Can you not build a new one?”
“Let me think... Why not? After all, the Al Bhed are
comfortable with the machines. But we only know how to use them.
Of course, in order to exhume them, figure out their function,
recondition them and understand how to operate them, we have
developed knowledge and a certain dexterity. But we cannot build
new ones. Sometimes, I wonder why. Don’t you find that strange?
Even though Yevon loathed them, we have contributed to their
use, but we have not retained a single plan in order to build
them. Admittedly, we rediscover some rules and forms of
calculation, but only when it is necessary. Our ancestors have
left nothing. Why? Here resides the greatest mystery of the
history of the Al Bhed.”[/center]
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 20, 2015, 1:38 pm
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[center]Chapter 5
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Tidus had got on the Aurochs Ace. He had started to explore the
boat in order to kill his ennui. He thought of the old
combustion engine: in charge of transporting the team from the
coast to the training area, even without wind. A powerful
machine was necessary to see the job through the end.
On the deck, near the stern, he found a hatch. It revealed the
glaring engine in question. A ladder allowed him to reach it,
but Tidus was averse to going down: his interest for the
mechanics was obsolete.
Near the bow, two-thirds the deck, rose a little hut. This
narrow area housed the rudder wheel and a console whose buttons
and sticks controlled the engine of the boat. There must be a
radio, Tidus thought. He took a close look at a trident left in
a corner. When he put it down, he brought down a ball, which
rolled to the back of the hut, close to the partition facing the
rudder. There, stairs led under the deck.
He went down, crossed a door and went into a cabin. This
cubby-hole was furnished with a double sofa, a bed and a little
table. Both of the exterior walls, sofa side and bed side, had a
round porthole. Close to the water line, they allowed people to
enjoy the landscape. The moonlight which was filtering inside
the cabin was faintly illuminating the ensemble.
Tidus lay down onto the bed. The Ace was not in her youthful
prime anymore, but this room adorned a state of conscientious. A
Besaid fabric covered the walls, and decoration worthy of a
hotel of the capital ornamented the ceiling. The ensemble was
perplexing Tidus: the boat could transport ten people, but this
cabin could only receive seven of them – if they closed up. And
in order to enjoy it with a minimum of comfort, two people were
the maximum.
The young man was not a mood to penetrate the mysteries of this
boat. Many others questions were taking up his mind.
‘For example...’ Tidus closed his eyes.
What, for example?
The falling sensation woke him with a start. He stood up
straight and retched. The boat was oscillating from top to
bottom because of the swell.
The wind has picked up.
“Did I fall asleep?” the young man wondered aloud.
How much time had passed? He did not know. The light was not
penetrating the cabin anymore. He assumed that clouds were
hiding the moon and the stars. He gazed out through a porthole:
the coast was out of sight.
“You gotta be joking!”
He jumped over the table and pressed his nose against the other
porthole. But darkness did not reveal anything to him. The Ace
had left the cove. Until proven otherwise, it was moored...
“Oh no, it cannot be...”
He stood up straight and banged violently his head. He swore
under the influence of anger and pain. Then, he started to feel
for the exit. He found it when his forehead collided hard with
the door frame. With one hand on his bump, which was swelling at
full speed, he grumbled, while going back up the stairs leading
to the upper deck. He stopped himself suddenly when he found a
shape standing at the helm. A white hood on her head, she wore a
dress ornamented with red patterns at the hems, which revealed
leather shoes. A slight perfume was fluttering in the wind...
The smell brought to mind Besaid temple.
“Yuna!”
His voice broke.
“Yuna,” he repeated.
She turned around and lowered her hood. Then, with her
fingertips, she brushed Tidus' forehead.
“Maybe I should have taken a sphere...”
“Do not worry, it does not hurt anymore.”
He shook his head so strongly that the young woman burst out
laughing.
“I am sorry to keep you waiting.”
“It was terrible. I thought...”
She put a forefinger on the lips of her partner.
“In my case, I have waited for two years.”
He nodded, and she pulled away her finger.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“It is okay.”
“Yuna...”
He took a shy step forwards, but she turned her back on him.
With a hesitant hand, she activated a stick.
“Departure of the Aurochs Ace for a private cruise!” she
announced joyfully.
With a weak rumble, the engine set off, then the vibrations
spread through the whole boat.
“Do you know the other name of this boat?” she asked.
“How am I supposed to know?” he replied, more curtly than he
wished.
“The Aurochs called it "The Buddies". Tonight, I let them know
that we embarked; just you and me.”
She turned round, her face was radiant. But she immediately
lowered her eyes, as if she was dazzled. The little cabin which
was waiting for them in his mind, Tidus felt his cheeks
scorching.
“We have just left the port,” she explained. “Do you mind if we
row along the coast until the other side of the island? The wind
has got stronger, but we could find a place to drop anchor...”
“As you wish, I do not care about the wind.”
He got closer to Yuna and put his left hand on the rudder
wheel, over the one of the young woman. With his right palm, he
pushed the stick forward. Under their foot, the noise of the
engine heightened, and the Ace gently accelerated.
“Do you know how to steer?”
“I was practically born on a boat!”
Tidus remembered all the times he had spent on his father's
boat. His skills were tuned enough to steer. He looked back on
everything he knew about the navigation. How was it possible to
forget all this knowledge? But Yuna's perfume, mixed with the
smell of the sea, was preventing him from thinking.
“Shall we go down?” he suggested.
“Shouldn't we wait until we drop the anchor? It will be
safer...”
“Do not bother with that. Come on, let us go down.”
[/center]
#Post#: 913--------------------------------------------------
Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 22, 2015, 11:48 am
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[center]Chapter 6
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He had used all his ammunition and the grenades he had, and had
slaughtered several of the enemies which were moving towards
him. He had only realized the weather change when he had left
the island. Forewarning signs always arrived before a storm –
oppressive clouds or a stronger wind -, but, blinded by
excitement and fear of battle, he had noticed nothing. When we
struggle for our survival, we do not think about what will
happen consequently.
The rain was so heavy that he found it difficult to see before
him, and the gusts were projecting sea spray into his eyes. The
small boat was pitching too strong, he was losing his balance. A
string of curses, which would have made his mother unconscious,
were rushing out of his lips.
“Calm down, calm down...” he whispered.
He wanted to leave the island as quickly as possible. He
esteemed he had completed his mission.
He had identified one of his targets at the top of the air
tower. The man seemed young, but that was not Johit. He was
dark-haired... Maybe Meroh? His Guards were present, along with
someone else, probably a future Aeon Core. It must be a member
of his family or a kin. The more links between Summoner and
Aeon Core were strong, the more powerful the entreated creature
was. He hoped the bomb had killed both of them. He had to
eliminate the mage at least, too dangerous. The others were easy
to dismiss.
This war between the two cities seemed endless, yet he had just
given his life in order to put an end to it. Yes, he had
sacrificed himself for peace.
“No...”
The murderer lowered his hands and raised his eyes to Heaven.
The wind was stinging him and the sea spray was interfering with
his sight.
“The truth...”
He had never thought of the outcome of the war. His single
motivation was the Summoner Princess. He would have hoped to
live by her side, to be his most loyal servant. He looked back
on the ceremony over the course of which he had taken an oath.
She had kissed him. The sweet smell of her hands came to mind,
and this memory was enough to appease him.
Suddenly, the murderer appeared to calm down. Valm was crawling
in the shallow water. Only his upper head, from his eyes,
protruded from the surface. He was approaching. He made out the
face of his enemy. He was still a teenager. Had the Mage
brainwashed him, or had the young man succumbed to the
Sorceress’s charms?
As if he had felt his presence, the murderer turned over. Valm
leaped up and jumped into the small boat. He grasped the black
hairs of the boy, attracted him and kneed him in the stomach.
The enemy doubled up and vomited. Standing above him, Valm
unsheathed his sabre. The teenager let out an inarticulate cry.
His task completed, Valm attached little importance to the
pyreflies of his victim, which were already vanishing. He
preferred to rummage through the ship. He found no weapon, but
thought that the small boat, equipped with an engine, could turn
out helpful. He wanted to call for his comrades, but he had only
his fingers to whistle. Maybe a fire... No, because of the
storm, none of these solutions would prove to be efficient.
Shading his eyes with his hands in order to see more clearly,
Valm turned in the direction of the top of the island.
“O Luchera, Goddess of War! Grant us your blessing, and protect
us with your outspread wings!”
Hidden under the ground, at the centre of the island, the south
Division of the Board of the War was isolated from outside
noises.
The majority of the stationed troops had gathered inside the
stateroom. Silence was prevailing in the big room, hardly
disrupted by some deadened tears.
At the centre of the room, the altar was almost
indistinguishable because of the sprays of flowers. Kush had
just finished the Sending. Sloan, the brother of the victim, was
still kneeling, his shoulders heaving with sobs. She came closer
to him and put a hand on his strong back.
Anli, whose real name was Pohlan, was dead, but his beautiful
face was so peaceful that he appeared to sleep. The Summoner was
still a teenager, yet his soul had just begun going to the world
beyond.
Alb, the team leader, approached.
“What happened to the murderer, Sloan?” he asked with a voice
on the blink because of the age.
“It was a young girl. I have eliminated her.”
“What about her soul?”
“May she come back; I will take care of her once again!”
Pleated eyebrows, Alb was about to reply, but the arrival of
Valm, soaked from top to bottom, prevented him doing so.
“What happened?” someone asked.
Valm stared at Anli's corpse without answering.
After a long moment, he came closer to Sloan to put a hand on
his shoulder.
“I will never forgive them,” the brother of the victim
whispered.
With a gloomy look, Valm acquiesced.
“We are lacking people,” Sloan continued.
He turned to Alb:
“When will you be able to deploy the mechanical Bedohls?”
“We are encountering diverse problems, but in a close future, I
think soon.”
“Future? What a vague and troubling word. If you are lacking
guinea pigs, leave it to me!”
“We have already talked about it. This would be useless, apart
from restricting the number of Bedohls and wasting my time.
Force will not solve anything.”
Sloan s-n-i-g-g-e-r-e-d:
“You should say that to the Mage!”
“Alb,” Valm spoke. “you appeared to take pleasure with your
research on the Bedohls. But we are eagerly awaiting their
arrival. We need this reinforcement, combatants which will work
as long as one of our enemies will be alive. We must protect the
Summoners and their Aeon Cores forever.”
Kush was ready to cry, every time a future was mentioned. His
eyes staring at his brother's corpse, Sloan raised his voice:
“Let us rummage through the island. Some enemies may still be
present.”
[/center]
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 23, 2015, 4:41 pm
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[center]Chapter 7
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The Celsius had landed at Besaid, at the entrance of the cove.
As soon as Wakka boarded, he was greeted by the noises of an
argument, coming from the c*ckpit.
Brother, Rikku, Paine, Buddy and Shinra were there, but Wakka
did not understand what they were saying. Even Rikku, who
usually made the effort to translate, was joining the ranting
openly.
“The fuselage may be damaged,” Paine finally explained.
“You cannot fly anymore?”
“No. We do not know the cause... even less how to repair. If we
had continued until Luca, we could have asked other Al Bhed.
Going back here was an error. They are arguing over this point.
The conversation is lowbrow, believe me.”
“Why did you come back?”
“To let you know that a violent storm was coming.”
“Did you try the radio?”
“The island’s radio was already down,” Shinra spoke. “And now,
ours is in the same state.”
“You could not say that earlier? I came to use your radio. Yuna
has disappeared!”
Everyone kept quiet. Agape, Brother gave Wakka a shocked look.
“Yuna? Missing?”
“Yes. She boarded a boat, with Tidus. We thought they were on
the other side of the island, but...”
Brother screeched.
Rikku looked at the outside through the porthole.
“The sea is destructive,” she whispered.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 25, 2015, 3:38 pm
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[center]Chapter 8
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The Aurochs Ace was swinging slowly at the whim of the waves.
Tidus did not know how much time had passed since they had
abandoned the rudder. Oppressive clouds were still hiding the
moon and the stars.
Lying on the right side, he was daydreaming. On the other side
of the table, on the sofa, the white hood of the summoner was
gleaming in the dark.
Behind his back, the young man was hearing a regular breathing.
He had turned over a few moments earlier: Yuna was lying on the
side, a cheek on her folded hands. Her knees pulled up to her
chest, she was sleeping. Her face was very close to Tidus' neck.
In the dark, the man had lost all notion of time. None of his
friends, despite their conversations, had managed to clear up
the unease which, since his return, was tormenting him. But a
single moment by Yuna's side had sufficed to dissipate it. He
was relishing his happiness.
However, a gloomy feeling was overwhelming him gradually. He
was feeling it, like a physical pain, which was tensing all his
muscles and weighing on his stomach: culpability.
Yuna moved a little, and Tidus closed his eyes.
“She is watching me.”
After a long moment, the young woman stood up straight and
slowly walked over Tidus, in order not to touch him. He heard
her, between the bed and the table, pick the clothes she had
left on the floor, and dress up again.
The boat was pitching strongly. Tidus opened his eyes and
catched Yuna's ones.
“Sorry, did I wake you up? I will be right back soon.”
With a smile, she leaned in and kissed him. Tidus blushed. He
decided to abandon his dark thoughts, because nothing justified
them. He stood up in his turn and followed the white dress of
Yuna in the gangway.
He had climbed the stairs halfway when he heard the noise of a
violent collision, just above him.
“Yuna!”
He took the stairs two by two. Yuna was grasping the rudder
wheel. Firmly standing on her foot, she was looking at the
outside.
“We can't see anything,” she whispered.
“What was that noise? Did you bang your head?”
With an embarrassed smile, she combed a strand of hair over her
turned-red forehead.
“That's not funny! You don't have to look content. If you're in
pain, you have the right to complain. Whether the pain is
physical or moral, don't hesitate over tell me about it. I am
here for you.”
“Okay.”
“I came back for this reason.”
“Very well. You know, we won't be able to whistle anymore.”
“Excuse me?”
“To call each other. If we're together all the time...”
“That's right.”
Tidus came closer to Yuna once again. Immediately, the young
woman tensed and moved back.
“Forgive me, but we need to talk about something.”
“Ah...”
In order to hide his embarrassment, he stood in front of the
window of the external little cabin. The outside was dark. Only
the foam was standing out in darkness.
“The elders have been asking about everything that has occurred
in the temple... Learning that the Great Maester Mika was an
unsent; that he didn't want the happiness of Spira, but only to
ensure the continuity of his cult... That Yevon’s teachings to
defeat Sin were in fact a way to bring him back to life...”
“Yes?”
“I've remained silent for a long time. I've not explained to
them concretely my role in those events. I've not said how I'd
defeated Sin for good, how I'd understood that Yevon’s teachings
were just a pack of lies, and that the Church had become a
parasite for our world. I've not often mentioned these subjects.
Not with most of people, in any case.”
“It would be quite the shock for the faithful.”
“Yes, some people may be mad with me, or even hate me.”
“I see.”
“Because of this, after the death of the Great Maester and the
appearance of the Movement of the Truth, Yevon clergy has formed
Neo-Yevon, with Baralai... Oh, that's right, you don't know who
Baralai is...”
“Rikku and the others have told me about him. He's very close
to Nooj and Gippal, right?”
“That's right, where was I?”
“But what are you trying to say?” Tidus asked, overcome by
impatience.
“I've kept most of these events quiet because I was worried.
But the grandmothers wanted to know everything. They've begged,
cried, they've accused me of egotism. Remaining silent for fear
of what others would think, this is vanity. They've said that if
I explained it to them, they would understand. And that
otherwise, they wouldn't hold a grudge against me, so...”
“So? Tell them! Tell them about this old crook called Mika who
was keeping the machina only for himself. Tell them what this
bastard called Seymour did at that time...”
“I've told them. It has taken some time, but I've told them
everything.”
“And then?”
“They've listened to me without interruption.”
“All the better!”
He didn't understand where this conversation was leading them.
“No, that's not good.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just after, they've asked me: "Now, to whom will we be able to
trust in order to guide us in our life?"”
“They can decide by themselves.”
.
“They've asked me if they must forget Yevon’s teachings.”
“Of course: this was a swindle.”
Yuna lowered her eyes and shook her head.
“What?”
“I've followed Yevon’s teachings too. Admittedly, it contains
despicable lies, but the rest is not bad. After all, I've led a
happy life, and I've met you.
“Yuna!”
She is surely not going to tell him this was a gift of Yevon,
right?
“What’s the problem with the grandmothers believing in them?
It's their own choice.”
She was using Tidus' words against him. It was irritating him.
“You may be right,” he conceded.
“So I must go back by tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?”
“I promised to join them in order to find a new prayer text.”
“Why do they need you?”
“It's my fault if they've lost their faith.”
“Don't you think you've done enough for them?”
“That's not a reason to cross my arms and wait.”
“Yuna…”
Tidus looked at the buckle which was hanging on the ear of the
young woman. It was blue, with a pompom. Yuna didn't wear it in
the cabin. When did she take the time to put it on again? Since
Tidus had met her, she had always worn it, but the colour had
not faded.
“Yes?” she called him again.
“I am the only one who has changed,” he thought.
“No, nothing,” he answered loudly. “I understand. Let's hurry
to return to the village.
direction.”
“I'm sorry.”
Suddenly, he felt guilty to have manipulated her in such a way
that she felt obligated to apologize. If he was in such a bad
mood, it was not because of what she had said, but because she
had refused a kiss.
“It's all my fault,” he replied before turning his back on her
in order to hide his unease.
“I noticed, a bit earlier, that we weren't very good at
apologizing to each other,” Yuna said with a clear voice.
“During several weeks, we've travelled around Spira, climbed Mt.
Gagazet, fought Sin and Yu Yevon... And then, during more than
two years, we've been separate. No letter, no news. But during
this time, my feelings have reinforced. And this morning, I met
you again. Now, I know who you are and who I am. I know we can
make an effort to understand each other. Hey, are you listening
to me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“When I met you, I was seventeen years old, and I've fallen
madly in love with you. And now that we're together again...”
She was swinging; her cheeks turn red under the influence of
the emotion.
“From now on, she continued, we'll have to face everyday life.
Above all, don't be mistaken on my intentions, I still love you
and I don't want to leave you anymore.”
“Ah…”
"'Ah...' ?”
“I love you too.”
“What a relief!”
Yuna was going to say something else, but she gave up on it.
She turned over and started to use the console sticks, near the
rudder. For a few seconds, we could only hear the noise of the
buttons she was pushing.
“We may have a problem,” she ended up saying... “I can't use
the radar. We can't establish our position.”
Just after, they discovered the radio also did not work
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: CrystalOfLies Date: January 28, 2015, 2:27 pm
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[center]Chapter 9
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The storm raged through the whole night in Besaid. Early
morning, the depression moved away to the north, letting the
coast full of algae – brown sarcasms and red seaweed. Stooping
ahead, the villagers were crossing the beach in order to find
remains thrown back from the sea. As soon as someone found one,
he shouted, and Wakka or someone from the Aurochs rushed up to
determine if the fragment came from the Ace.
The objects which did not succeed the exam were gathered near
the pontoon in order to be burnt. The smoke produced by the
sodden wood could indicate the position of the island to Yuna
and Tidus.
Apart from that, there was no way to communicate. The Al Bhed
thought that the devices had broken down at the same time
because they had been discovered at the same level in Bikanel's
sands. Wakka had not shared this theory with the rest of the
inhabitants; he feared that they would lose all trust in the Al
Bhed.
Bria had his eyes glued to the open sea. The night before, he
was the last one to speak to Tidus.
“It's not your fault,” Wakka reminded him. “The storm is over,
if the boat is still floating, they'll come back. If that's not
the case, they'll surely find a plank to hold on. Tidus is
strong. And as long as they're together, Yuna will be okay.”
Bria replied with a nervous voice:
“You can't delude yourself. If they're in water, their body
temperature will decrease, and...”
“My illusions don't concern you!”
The fisherman gave a faint smile.
“If we knew at least how to fix this thing!” Wakka sighed, his
eyes fixed on the Celsius. “We could search for them from the
sky. But according to Shinra, we can't repair it.”
Bria snickered.
“What's so funny?” Wakka asked curtly.
“The situation. We are dependent on the machines. We become
more and more lazy, but are incapable of repairing them if
necessary. Our sins are spreading out across Spira. You'll soon
see Sin returning.”
“You're talking about the Al Bhed? If that's the case, you're
going too far.”
“You're not convinced that this scrap heap must stay on the
ground? To not be able to search for Yuna? After all, you've
already tried everything: you've crossed the beach, gathered
wood and lit a fire... That's all you can do, right? If she
remains lost, that's destiny. Nobody is guilty. You're not at
fault. In fact, you're being prepared for receiving the worst
news without feeling guilty.”
“I can’t believe you... Since she was seven, I was like her big
brother. What you're saying is awful!”
“Then move on, Wakka.”
“I know, but...”
Distraught, the former blitball player shook his head. Then, as
if he had a bright idea, he jumped on the pontoon.
“We have to do more to find Yuna!” he said, loud enough for
people to hear him. “Does someone have an idea?”
“We have to fix the remaining boat as quickly as possible,” an
old man replied, without ceasing to work on the boat in
question.
“The Port Kilika shuttle is going to arrive soon. We could ask
the captain to search for Yuna,” one of the villagers proposed.
“And if he refuses, we could ask him to solicit the fishermen
from Port Kilika.”
“But where do we begin the search?” another voice said. “The
ocean is so vast...”
“The storm has moved from the south to the north,” Bria spoke.
“And you're all familiar with the currents of the island. You're
not helpless.”
Wakka caught his eyes and acquiesced silently before nodding,
with a head sign, towards the airship:
“I know a boy gifted with this kind of calculation. I'm going
to talk to him.”
“Does someone own a marine map of the region?” Bria asked.
Letty left at the double to reach the village. As if they had
only waited for this signal, the other villagers took their
search up again.
“You're used to setting people to work...”
Bria turned over and found Lulu in front of him.
“I didn't do anything. Wakka did. A lot of villagers obey him
mindlessly. He's just discovered he was more popular than he
thought.”
Lulu was observing her husband, half in the water. He was
starting to swim to reach the Celsius standing on the shallows
and facing the beach. She nodded:
“It's been a month since your arrival on the island, Bria.”
“Indeed.”
“The time has come to explain to us the intentions of this
‘Church of Neo-Yevon’ which sent you here.”
“I'm a manager. Thefts have occurred in several temples.
Because of this, we have decided to check all the accounts.
That's why I'm here. I will surely receive a new mission, but
until then, I wish to carry on taking part in the chores, and I
would like to take care of the elderly.”
“Are you concerned with your image?” Lulu asked with a charming
smile.
Bria looked at her with a suspicious look.
“Do you remember your predecessor, declared missing?” she
continued.
“Yes, I've met him at the moment of my taking up of a
position.”
“Some people affirmed to having seen him haunting the ruins
path. He would have become a monster.”
“Is that so?”
“According to the witnesses, he's lamenting constantly. We can
especially hear him saying: ‘Bria, Bria, Bria, Bria, Bria...’”
“They must have been mistaken. Usually, people who meet such
creatures suffer from auditory hallucinations.”
“Maybe,” she conceded.
“And who would have bumped into this monster?”
“Me.”
Both of them gave a faint smile.
“HEY!”
The cry was coming from the sea. Wakka was standing near the
Celsius. Only his head was protruding from the water. Bria waved
to him. Lulu's partner raised his arms and crossed them to form
an X. Then he picked up an object which was floating close to
him and brandished it really high. It was a piece of wood
painted in yellow. On the beach, distress overwhelmed the
villagers. Everyone had recognized the fake blitzball trophy
which ornamented the bow of the Ace.
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