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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 17, 2015, 12:45 pm
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Chapter 19
They had to brace on the door to unblock it. Then, they opened
it carefully, and the warm air of the night came inside the
building. The young man had managed to convince his partner.
Above them, the leaves of the trees were filtering the light of
the stars.
"What's that?" Tidus asked.
He was pointing at metallic pillars as large as his fist, at
regular intervals between stone slabs. Far above the two young
people, the pillars were supporting a wire network on which
leaves were clinging, like a creeper vine would. Yuna had never
seen such a plant.
"This camouflage hides the building", Tidus said joyfully. "The
place looks like any forest plot, from above. We've been
completely taken in!"
Yuna was preoccupied with something else.
"Along the path, we've been led by the pieces of fabric to a
specific place. We've encountered a problem, someone has come to
rescue us, and we've woken up inside the building, is that
correct?"
Tidus acquiesced, unsure.
"It's quite easy to recognize this entrance," he noticed while
sweeping the place with his eyes. "We've never come here, so
that means the place we're looking for is ahead of us."
"Which place?"
"The place of our accident."
He unseathed his rapier before resuming:
"Let's go take a look."
He set off with a careful step. Yuna followed him. She was
trying to convince herself that everything would be fine. Even
if they had encountered a mysterious difficulty, they had found
some help to overcome it. The young woman, who was refusing to
give in to panic, decided to be optimistic.
They progressed slowly for a few minutes, then Tidus stopped.
"Look," he whispered.
He was showing the hill they could observe through the leaves.
In the light of the stars, the statue of Luchera was standing
out from the landscape.
Tidus could not help shouting.
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Impatient, they flung themselves along the path.
"That was a man?"
"No, a woman, I think."
They stopped suddenly and exchanged a incredulous look :
"Luchera?"
On a part of the path, the relief of the ground hid the top of
the hill. When they were able to see it again, they seemed to
notice a silhouette. They set out again on the double.
Yuna was feeling safe. The unknown person did not mean any harm,
she was sure of that. She had seen them swinging, slowly.
When they finally reached the top, the silhouette was still
dancing.
"She's wearing the same clothes as you," Tidus noticed.
"Was it her who helped us?"
"That's a possibility. Look, isn't she performing a sending?"
In Tidus' mind, every dance was a sending.
"No," Yuna answered. "We can't see the souls of the dead. It
would be fluttering in the night like a firefly."
Sometimes, it was difficult to discern it. But Yuna had never
failed. For a summoner, the most important predisposition was
the sensitivity to pyreflies.
"And the moves are different," Tidus added.
"That doesn't mean anything. The choreography is specific to the
summoner, and some of them don't dance at all."
"Then why do you dance?"
"Because there exist people who can't see souls. In this case,
how are they supposed to know if the one they love was sent
correctly ? The dance of the officiate enables the concerned
people to keep a strong memory of the ceremony. But a lot of
people don't know that."
She kept quiet and put down her weapon on the ground. After a
moment of hesitation, Tidus imitated her.
"We are sorry to disturb you," she began.
The silhouette stood still, then beckoned to them.
"Allow me to present me," Tidus said lightly
Yet, his expression was very serious.
He is overdoing it, Yuna thought. However, she decided to let
him lead the conversation.
"Good evening," the unknown woman answered. "The stars are
wonderful this night, are not they?"
She was little. In the middle of her thin face, flanked with
black curls, her big eyes and her dimples drew attention. A wide
dress, girded around the waist, was covering her thin body as
far as the ankles. Her head reached Yuna's eyes in height.
No wonder I mistook her for a boy, from afar.
"I am Tidus."
"And I am Yuna."
The woman nodded :
"Kush."
Tidus let out an exclamation of surprise. Kush smiled, which
illimunated immediately her face.
"Like the goddess of abundance?" Yuna asked.
"I do not look like her, I know," the young woman answered.
The young summoner stammered, embarassed.
"I have taken this name on," Kush explained. "I am not a
divinity. This is a tradition, or a rule, to my people. After my
death, someone else will become 'Kush'".
It made Tidus speechless.
"Who are your people?"
"The citizens of the holy Bevelle."
Yuna had never read a book or met someone mentioning Bevelle
with this qualitative.
"Have you never heard of this place?" The frail young woman
continued.
"The city is governed by gods?" Tidus asked. "But then... gods
exist?"
Yuna feared that Kush got angry with them, but the young woman
was smiling once again, and her dimples grew hollow.
"The city is on the authority of a religious government, which
is mandated by gods. At least, that is what they affirm. As for
the existence of divinities, the simple action of asking such a
question could cause you serious problems."
"Oh..."
Tidus looked around him, anxious.
"Do not worry. Nobody can charge you with blasphemy or heresy
anymore. In my opinion, I do not trust in them. But faith allows
people to find some common ground. In the course of the seasons
and our lifes, we join in the same rituals, and we understand
that we are linked with each other, that we live in the same
world. This is what happens when we take the name of a divinity
on too. Incidentally, yet again, a ceremony is celebrated."
She indicated the sky with a finger :
"What is the name of the brightest star?" She asked.
"The Navel of the night," Yuna answered.
"Blitz Star!" Tidus announced at the same time.
"We call it Anli's Eye, Kush replied. He is the God who protects
travellers."
She laughed and Yuna could not help doing the same.
"We have grown up in different worlds, and we are now gathered.
Is not that wonderful?"
They agreed at the same time, and she resumed :
"But that is not what you want to know."
She was not smiling anymore.
Yuna wondered which question, among all those in her mind, was
the most important. Tidus forestalled her :
"Where are we?"
The two young women found the formulation of his question a bit
strange.
"He means, on which island," Yuna precised.
"Ah, I understand. I am sorry, I cannot answer your question. We
call it 'Board of the War – South Division', but I cannot reveal
its position."
"Board of the War?" Yuna repeated, abashed. "South Division?"
(Remember Kush uses the polite 'vous')
"That is correct. Vous are a Summoner, are not vous?"
Yuna nodded in agreement.
"And vous are her Guard?"
The two young people exhanged a questioning look. Tidus had been
the guardian of Yuna. He had escorted and protected her during
her journey.
"That is correct," Tidus ended up answering. "The Summoner Yuna
and her Guard Tidus."
For a short moment, Kush's eyes appeared to search through the
night. Yuna turned round and discovered a stocky silhouette just
behind here.
"Shinra?" Yuna asked.
The newcomer was taller than the Shinra she knew, but he was
wearing the same clothes as him : a yellow suit and a old gas
mask.
"It does not speak. And I rue this lack. It is a mecanical
Bedohl. Formerly, they were more numerous, but on this day, it
is the last one."
She turned her palm towards the newcomer.
"Everything is fine. They are not enemies. They are the two
persons you carried a bit earlier, remember. Their names are
Yuna and Tidus. You do not have to eliminate them."
"What? Elim..." Tidus began.
Kush interrupted him :
"Introduce yourlselves," she ordered them. "Its visual device
does not work anymore, and it has to use its audition to
identify its interlocutors. It may be an end-of-life Bedohl, I
do not know enough about its mechanism to be certain of this.
But the false Bedohls have been built to destroy our enemies,
therefore it will attack you if it thinks you are one of them.
Introduce yourselves each time you meet it, and do it now once
again, for more safety."
"I am Yuna."
"And I'm Tidus."
The strange character nodded and amble back along the path.
"What is the meaning behind those clothes and this mask?" Yuna
asked.
"That is a ruse. Every Bedohl wore a similar outfit. Thus,
nobody could differientiate the false ones from the true ones."
"I don't understand," Tidus took part. "Why were there false
ones and true ones? And what is a Bedohl, to begin with?"
"A inferior people which carries out work. In order to make
their life easier, some of them create machines, including false
Bedohls."
"They are really great," Tidus whispered.
"No, they are awful! It is their inventions which have triggered
the war. We have had to control them closely. My government has
used magic to affix a mark on the body of each Bedohl. In order
to not let them mingle with the population, we have ordered them
to only speak a specific language. We have put in place all
those measures for their own good..."
Yuna wondered if the young woman was refering to the Machina
War. What was this magic used by her government? As for the
Bedohls, it was reminding her of the Al Bhed. She had Al Bhed
blood. Did her people come from the world of Kush?
"What exactly is the mark affixed on them?" Tidus asked on a
light tone.
"A spiral deep in the eyes. Thus, wherever they go, they cannot
conceal their nature."
"She's talking about Rikku and the others!" Tidus exclaimed,
angry. "They're not 'inferior'!"
"They reap what they have sowed."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but you may have noticed that I have this
mark in my eye," Yuna spoke, respectfully. "That is because my
mother is Al Bhed... or should I say, 'Bedohl'."
Yuna saw surprise appearing on Kush's face. At the same time,
the body of the young woman gleamed like a pyrefly.
"Well! To each their own, I suppose. But tell me, Yuna, is there
another summoner in your family besides vous?"
"My father. He was named Braska."
"Maester Braska?"
"You don't know him?" Tidus asked. "He was High Summoner."
"Please accept my deepest apologies."
If they were in a different world, it was natural that nobody
heard of Braska, Yuna thought.
"Kush," the young woman began. "May I call you, Kush, m'am?"
"Naturally."
"How have our two worlds met? When did they become separate?"
The young woman frowned but did not answer. For a few moments,
she gleamed faintly, then became transparent. Tidus let out an
exclamation of surprise, but she did not move. Calmly, Yuna held
out her hand and touched Kush, who shone even more. But this
time, instead of disappearing, the gleam spread, more and more
glaring, until the body of the woman break up into a myriad of
pyreflies.
"The Summoner," Yuna whispered, "where is he?"
Kush was dispersing in the wind. Without letting herself become
overwhelmed, the young woman shouted:
"Where is the Summoner?"
He was certainly close.
"I want to meet him and talk to him. We just want to go back to
our world. If you know a way to do it, tell us. Please!"
Kush had disappeared, but the pyreflies were still there, around
the two young people, more and more numerous.
"Watch out!" Tidus shouted.
He drew Yuna against him and embraced her. Now, the entire
landscape was gleaming : the lights were still dancing in the
breeze.
The island was the fruit of a summoning. It was the result of
pyreflies. Yuna had not felt well because of this massive energy
concentration. The phenomenon was no different from what you
felt if you was too close to Sin. As the hours passed, she had
been accustomed to it. Unless the Summoner had recently
intervened...
I will now use some of my magic, but it will not be easy, a
voice declared.
Yuna thought Tidus had spoken, but the sound appeared to come
from the pyreflies. They were connecting everything, from now
now. And that included Yuna and the Summoner as well.
He was a man, and Yuna had already met him. But he had obscured
this fact.
"I cannot erase your memories, only seal them."
Yuna had never heard of such a advanced skill. This Mage
certainly possessed a peerless power.
"Yuna..." Tidus whispered. "Let's run away!"
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
He held her hand and drew her away along the path, on the
double. She followed him without enthusiasm. Running away made
no sense, and was not necessary. Under the influence of emotion
or embarrassment, the Summoner was not able to maintain the
summoning any longer, that is all. She had to explain that to
Tidus.
But she did not manage to let out her words. Just before her,
the silhouette of Tidus was blending into the pyreflies.
"That's enough!"
Surprised, the young man stood still.
"Stop that!" Yuna yelled in front to the night.
She raised her eyes. The gleams were ascending in the sky. Far
above them, a star was shining strongly. Yuna would have wanted
it to be the Navel of the night. If so, none of this would have
happened. She would have been ignorant of this.
"Yuna?" Tidus took apart.
He seemed worried. He was still holding her hand. She drew him
against her, and embraced him strongly.
"What is happening?"
"Don't say anything. Close your eyes. Think of me, of a
enjoyable moment, any one."
She loosened her grip.
"On your knees," she murmured to him.
She held Tidus' head in her hands and put it against her
stomach.
"Yuna? It hurts!"
"Be strong!"
She did not want him to see himself. He had not understood yet.
"What are you thinking about? Tell me."
After a moment of silence, he answered, with a muffled voice :
"Your birthmark."
"You're the only one to know it."
She was attempting to send her consciousness after the pyreflies
to find the summoner. It was the same technique she used when
she gave an order to an aeon.
Will it be a success? The last time she had made use of her art,
it was in order to defeat Sin...
A picture appeared in her mind. A strange group was walking in a
forest. The forest of Besaid. Two Bedohls were holding two long
poles which were supporting a plate on which was seated a woman
with elegant clothes. Her thin hood let catch a glimpse of her
black and bright hair.
Kush.
A soldier was leading the way. An armor made of leather was
covering his half-naked back, a sword was hanging on his hip.
A guardian?
Kush turned round, apparently surprised, and the setting of the
vision changed. Yuna was seeing a little circular room. A spiral
staircase was standing in the middle of the room, and the rim
was almost entirely composed of windows. Inside the vision, Yuna
came closer to them and discovered a cove through the panes. The
young woman was overlooking the landscape. She recognized the
port of Besaid, only the pontoon was missing. On the floor,
several cushions were carefully stacked near a wood bowl filled
with dried fruits and walnuts. She was feeling the sweet and
bitter savors coming from it.
Our senses are in unison.
Suddenly, a atrocious pain hurt her chest. She was submerged by
hatred, and by a so powerful love that it appeared to want to
spring out of the pores of her skin. She was trapped by a storm
of feelings.
A kick in the bowl, and the fruits scattered in the room.
Stop, a masculine voice ordered, old and hoarse, inside Yuna's
mind.
"Where are you?" Yuna asked.
I accept to meet you, but on one condition. Accord me a favor.
"We will do our best."
My request can definitely be carried out , but the young man
would achieve it more easily.
"I will tell him. What is it about?"
After a silence, the voice answered: killing a young girl.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 22, 2015, 7:50 am
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Chapter 20
Night fell, and Bria was walking around Besaid. He walked along
the coast despite the boulders which were making the progression
difficult, explored inaccesible caves and parts of the forest
where nobody has ever gone before. He did not see anywhere the
monstruous monk Lulu had told him about.
As a rule, he let them rest in peace. But there were two former
guardians in the village, and those persons could draw decaying
spirits out. The situation would be even more complicated if
Yuna and Tidus were present. He wanted to solve this problem
before their return.
He was coming closer to the hill. The Navel of the night was
shining in the sky.
The Navel of the night, not Anli’s Eye.
The woman he had told that the star was called Anli’s Eye had
been so fond of this name that she had named her little tavern
that she inherited from her parents, after it. On the verge of
bankruptcy, she had bet that it would have brought her luck. She
lost that bet.
Several warrior monks had come to fetch her to take her to the
fortress of Bevelle. She was eight months pregnant that day. She
had never come back. A short time later, a warrior had come back
to the tavern with a wood box containing a newborn who would not
stop crying : Bria’s daughter.
His wife had suffered a thousand tortures and, just before
dying, had given birth to this child. The maesters of Yevon
wanted to know where she had heard of the name “Anli’s Eye”, and
would stop at nothing to find out. Until the end, she had
protected Bria.
The warrior who had brought the child to him had offered his
condolences, then had recommended him to run away.
He had told him his family owned an inn on the edge ofMacalania
lake and was looking for a handyman. The warrior was named
Gekkoh. Bria had taken an interest in the origin of his name and
Gekkoh had glanced at him askance before telling him it
originated from a famed ancestor.
Bria did not know why he had asked this question. Likewise, he
did not understand how “Anli’s Eye” had come to his mind. To
this day, he was still ignoring that.
Thanks to the recommendation of Gekkoh, Bria obtained the job at
Macalania Lake. The mother of the innkeeper took care of the
infant. Bria had named her Luchera. The name came to his mind
instantaneously, and he had not managed to find another one
thereafter.
But this name had posed a problem too.
One day, when the child was almost five years old, a monk had
come from the temple of Macalania to ask some questions. Bria
feared for his safety, but the innkeeper, who was a longstanding
friend, interceded. Instead of sending a report to Bevelle, the
monk demanded that Bria change the name of the child.
Bria was incapable of finding another name : he was convinced
that, whatever he choose, it would bring misfortune to his
daughter. In the end, the monk in question and the old woman who
took care of her decided to name her Mohra. Bria found this name
banal, but he hoped that it would provide a peaceful life to her
child.
When Mohra was twenty, she was proposed to by a man. In the
course of his visits, this regular customer had fallen in love
with the young girl. She felt affection for the man too, and the
union was encouraged. As long as her daughter agreed, Bria had
no reason for being opposed to it. In order to explain the
absence of her wife, he affirmed that she died because of a
disease.
The banquet took place in the huge room of the inn. Many friends
of the groom came, and went into ecstastics in the face of the
beauty of the bride, who was wearing wonderful wedding garb. In
the corner of the room, Bria was observing his daughter. He was
torn between joy and sadness.
“You bastard!” The father of the groom had suddenly shouted.
He had come from Bevelle for the occasion and Bria still
remembered his voice and his breath which reeked of alcohol.
“It’s you who killed Meroh!”
The man told the audience how Bria had duped the woman in
Bevelle, had meddled with their family, and had managed to
change the name of the establishment, which had caused the death
of the lady, Meroh.
In the past, the man was a regular customer, and after the
departure of Bria and his daughter, he had heard of this rumor.
Bria denied this. Some guests evoked the existence of a double,
others thought it was just the delirium of a drunkard. But the
man added :
“You’re fishy. It’s been twenty years, and yet you’ve not
changed. I’ve lost my hair and I’ve got a paunch, but what about
you? Nothing! What are you? A monster? An Unsent? For how long
do you plan to stay in this world?”
Mohra burst into tears, and the innkeepers lowered their head.
Bria had always contented himself with a modest job and avoided
appearing in public as much as possible.
He let his mustache grow, then shaved it, in order to give the
illusion of change. But he did not age, and a attentive observer
could not ignore it.
Out of respect for the innnkeepers, the neighbours had not said
anything, but since her chilhood, Mohra found the situation hard
to bear.
Bria left. He could not talk with her anymore, but he kept
watching over her.
The marriage was cancelled. The next year, the mother of the
innkeeper died. Three years later, the owner of the
establishment and his wife left for a trip. Along the way, they
were attacked by Sin, and none saw them again. That is right: at
this time, Sin came back.
Against all odds, Mohra took over the inn. But the reputation of
the place had been affected, and there were less and less
customers. Forced to close the inn, the young woman got rid of
it, came back to Bevelle, and entered holy orders.
Bria did not know what was inside the mind of his daughter and
what was best for her. He had not the instinct of a father. He
was not cut out for having a family.
Mohra led a long and fulfilling life. She rose in the ranks of
the religious hierarchy, and when she passed away, at the age of
eighty, her obsequies were spectular. Bria attended them from
afar. He had not changed since her birth.
By a cruel quirk of fate, he was incapable of remembering the
face of his wife. He only remembered the words of their first
conversation. Sitting down in a shabby tavern, he listened to
the other customers and that is how he learnt that the daughter
of the innkeeper was named Meroh. She was a hard-working and
conscientious young girl, morevover without specific charm. But
Bria did not care about that, and he came back to see her, day
after day, attracted by her name. He had the impression that
this word contained the key to a secret buried in the depths of
himself : why he did not age.
His former life, that is before he met Meroh, was bound to a
mystery. As if his memory was nibbled by worms, composed of
disjointed snatches. His twenty-five early years had been
swallowed by a dark hole.
He thought that if he managed to fill this gap of memory, he
would be appeased and could finally die.
As centuries passed, while he was feeling guilty because of what
had happened with Mohra and Meroh, he kept believing that.
How long has it been since that time ? Maybe a thousand years.
Only fragments of memories remained in his mind.
He spent most of his time as a warrior-monk in Bevelle. As soon
as a comrade noticed Bria did not age, he resigned and
disappeared. He kept a low profile about fifty years, while
waiting for those who knew him to die. Then he went back to
military life, in Bevelle once again, because he thought he was
closer to the key to the mystery over there. He was wrong. He
must have had to come to Besaid much earlier.
"But this is not my first visit… Well, I don’t think so."
A memory of the temple of Besaid came into his mind. At that
time, there were only two High Summoner statues.
"And that hill…"
He had climbed it so many times! The scupture of a young
teenage-like girl was standing on the side of the path.
Bria closed his eyes.
Only two High Summoner statues. At that time, the one of the
goddess had already disappeared.
No, they are two different periods. But howewer hard he tried to
search his memories, he could not learn anything else from them.
Sometimes, days were so similar that it was difficult to
remember the past. That was not the case for Bria. Someone had
stolen his story.
Who could be so maleficent?
He decided to go back to the village to talk with the elders.
They always narrated to him the same anecdotes, and Bria could
recite their entire life by heart. They had led humble lifes, in
the shadow of the teachings of Yevon, but as days passed, Bria
liked them more and more.
“Kuut ajahehk.”
Bria turned round and discovered beings with absurd faces. The
one who had spoken was a blond-haired boy, who was wearing big
protective eyewear, whilst night had fallen. Beside him, a man
with a wild look was exhibiting his torso and stomach, naked and
tattooed with flames. Some friends of Yuna.
“Kuut ajahehk.”
The tatooed man greeted him in his turn, in Al Bhed,
indifferent. Bria trembled. Al Bhed had renounced the teachings
of Yevon, but that was not what caused his hatred. He hated
their language. It reminded him of sadness and anger. He turned
his back on them, waiting for them to leave.
“Is he ignoring us?” The boy wearing glasses asked.
“Because we’re just dirty Al Bhed. Ra'c mucehk rec rayt,” the
tatooed man spat.
Bria was feeling sick.
“Eh, wait a minute!” A feminine voice added. “What are you
doing, Brother?”
Bria heard people approaching. Some friends of Yuna once again,
he supposed. The girl who speaks loud and the calm and
short-haired woman. His only wish at the moment was for them to
quickly go on their way.
“This old man is disrespecting us,” the boy wearing glasses
answered.
Bria turned round in order to apologize, but he found himself
face to face with the tattooed man.
The Al Bhed was staring at him, scowling. He was so close that
Bria could see the spirals in his eyes.
“Mind your manners, sickening Bedohl!” Bria exclaimed.
He spit in the face of the tatooed man, who stepped backwards.
The Al Bhed seemed saddened.
“It was a joke!” He protested on a pitiful tone.
Bria stepped backwards in his turn. He was astounbed by his
words. Where did they come from? Probably from the place where
Anli’s Eye, Luchera and Meroh were imprisoned.
“Big bro behaved badly, but that isn't a reason to spit in his
face!” a feminine voice said.
“Don’t interfere, Rikku!” The boy wearing glasses answered.
“It was a joke!” the tattoed man repeated.
“Our peaceful party comes to an end,” a child’s voice took
apart.
Bria turned his head.
“A false Bedohl!” He exclaimed.
Under the influence of emotion, his sight became blurred. He did
not know anymore what was standing in front of him.
These glasses, this gas mask, this yellow suit… there was no
doubt about it.
Gunshots behind me. A Bedohl in yellow, with a clumsy walk.
Smoke is still escaping from the barrel of the riffle he is
tightening under his left arm. I do not know how many bullets he
has fired.
Turning his nose up at the man wearing glasses and his tattoed
comrade, disdaining the two women, he headed for the false
Bedohl. But his legs were so weak that he lost his balance. He
held himself up as he could. He must have been appearing very
clumsy in their eyes. To think that these subhumans were going
to laugh at him!
One of their people has killed me.
Submerged by anger, he unsheathed his dagger.
“He’s serious?” A voice exclaimed.
The short-haired woman stood in his way and, with a kick, took
his dagger away from him.
She is not a Bedohl, he thought, just as he received a blow on
the back of his neck.
He fell down.
“What are you talking about?”
The half-naked Bedohl kneeled down and lean on him. Under her
slender muscles, we could barely make out her ribs. Bria
suddenly felt a desire he had not experienced for a long time.
“Why?” He exclaimed.
For a Bedohl?
“That's my question! They just greeted you.”
She leaned on him even more closely.
“Pfft…” She let out with a scornful tone.
Embarrassed, he turned away. He looked at the false Bedohl, who
was walking slowly towards him.
“You’ve been saying Bedohl since our meeting. What is that?”
“Don’t come closer!”
Bria was about to lose consciousness.
The Bedohl has slapped the woman. I have wanted to go for his
throat, but Ifahnal has held me back.
Ifahnal ?
A second slap, and Kush has opened her eyes.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 22, 2015, 8:00 am
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Chapter 21
He suddenly opened his eyes while shouting "Kush", and then he
lost consciousness once again. What is wrong with him? Rikku
asked.
Wakka was not looking at Bria, but Lulu, who was silent.
"Was it necessary to tie him up?" He asked with a careful tone.
Lying before the stele standing on the top of the hill, bound
hand and foot, Bria was still uncouscious.
"Whose side are you on?" Rikku responded to him.
"He's not a poor sod," Wakka protested. "I've only known him for
one month, but he doesn't content himself with his work at the
temple. He takes part in the chores of the village. And the
elders like him. If they were to see him in this state... it
makes me shudder."
"Yes, but..." Rikku started to protest.
"Originally, it was Brother who provoked him," Paine declared
calmly. "Admittedly, he got out a knife but I don't think it was
intented for one of us. I've had the impression he was seeing
someone else. He was... staring into space."
"He was completely out his mind. This guy is dangerous."
"Say, Lu, what do we do?" Wakka asked.
"Something is wrong with him," Lulu said, "but we can't leave
him here, in public view. The elders like him... We should take
him to his room. Over there, we'll be able to examine him."
She nodded, resolute, and turned towards Buddy and Brother, who,
seated on the ground, were listening in silence. They
immediately leapt to their feet.
"You two, take him to the room."
"Ihtancduut," Brother shouted, standing at attention.
"Let's go," Wakka said, "I'm worried about Vidina."
"Why?" Lulu asked.
"Because I left him with the grandmothers!"
"I trust them more than you to take care of him..."
"You're unfair!" Wakka exclaimed, indignant.
Paine laughed quietly.
"No laughing when Yuna's not here!" Brother added, who was
helping Buddy to stand Bria back up, and left him untied from
now on.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 22, 2015, 8:05 am
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Chapter 22
But where was Yuna?
The young woman had wanted to isolate herself. Tidus had
insisted that Yuna does not move away too far, in order for him
to hear her whistlings if need be. She had left just past noon.
The sun was going to set, and she had not come back yet.
Tidus had settled himself in the room where they had regained
consciousness. He followed the hallway and went out. Though the
leaves of the trees, he was distinguishing the statue of
Luchera. Another silhouette was standing near her.
"Yuna!" He shouted.
She turned and waved at him. But she was not looking at the
right place. The trees were certainly preventing her from seeing
him.
"Sir Tidus..."
Kushu appeared before him. He had understood that she was not a
woman, but he did not know her true shape. Yuna cetainly knew,
but she had not said anything, and he was refusing to ask her:
he did not want to be unpleasant with her.
How about asking the right person?
"What are you, Kush ? Well, I mean..."
"Vous do not know ? I am an aeon."
"Oh!"
"Lady Yuna did not tell vous about our request?"
"About what?"
"We asked her to do something, but our conversation was two days
ago, and..."
"What do you want from us?"
"Not both of you. Only vous, Tidus," Kush answered with a smile.
Her dimples were very lovely.
"go ahead and ask me."
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 23, 2015, 8:23 am
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Chapter 23
They took Bria to his cell, in the temple, and tied him to a
pillar. Then Wakka and the Gullwings went back about their
business. Bria was not really unconscious, but rather in a deep
sleep. The monk who lived in the temple was looking after him.
Lulu, hanging back, swept the room with her eyes, greeted the
clergyman and went out in her turn.
This man had arrived in Besaid about ten years earlier, and was
currently in charge of welcoming the public, both the
inhabitants of the island and the tourists. This mission
guaranteed him very busy days, but apart from that he hardly
spoke. Therefore, it was difficult to know more about him, yet
Lulu trusted him. After the fall of Yevon, he had responded to
the anxiety of the oldest villagers. She had observed him for a
long time, therefore she knew that he was open-minded and
practical.
He had reassured everyone, explaining that it was the teachings
which were at fault, not the villagers.
At that time, there was another monk living in Besaid, but he
had turned into a monster. Before that, he was a man in the
prime of life, whose head was divided by two thick eyebrows.
More than a clergyman, he was an dogged scholarly person. When
he was not in his cell surrounded with his books, you could find
him in the holy of the holies that he cleaned and watched,
zealous.
Since Yuna had defeated Sin, people had caught sight of him
hanging around here and there on the island.
I wonder what he was doing, Lulu thought.
He had arrived at the temple three years earlier, and had spent
all this time between these walls.
After the fall of Yevon, he has maybe discovered an interest for
the outside world.
Two months earlier, she had learnt he had to return to Bevelle.
Bria had come to replace him. A short time afterwards, the monk
had disappeared in the dead of night. Witnesses had caught a
glimpse of him, late at night, and early morning, he was no
more. It would have been impossible for him to return to the
Citadel in the meantime. Not to mention he had not gathered his
things, and had left his belongings behind him.
Not surprising, since he has turned into a monster!
Lulu had seen him with her own eyes, trampling while letting out
this strange cry : "Bria Bria Bria". This was not an auditory
hallucination, she was sure about that.
She turned round to gaze one last time at the door of the cell.
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Hidden behind the temple, Shinra saw Lulu returning to her tent.
Then he whispered in al bhed :
"She's finally gone."
"Let's end this," Brother answered in the same language.
"Okay, you deal with the monk while I talk with Bria."
"I want to talk with him too!"
"No, you make too much noise," Shinra responded to him.
"You damn brat!" Their leader protested.
"Shh! There's no time to lose."
"All right. Gullwings, men's section, let's go!"
They slipped to the entrance. Hardly had they crossed the heavy
leaf when the monk noticed them.
"Did you forget something?"
Brother nodded and headed to the door located under the stairs.
"This is the room of the High Summoner," the monk informed him.
"Ah?"
Brother changed direction and came closer to the other door.
"You did that on purpose, right?" Buddy teased him.
"Zip it!"
"Anyway," Shinra took apart, "there's no point in all three of
us meeting with Bria. That's not what we agreed to do."
"All right, I don't like to seem rude, but I don't have the
choice," Buddy pointed out before throwing himself on the monk.
The monk tried to run away, but the Al Bhed was faster. He
caught him up, grasped him round the waist and joined his hands
together around the man. The monk could not move at all.
Straight after, Brother removed the polarizing glasses Poto was
wearing and put them on the face of the clergyman.
Ignoring the protests of the victim, he burst out laughing when
he saw the long eyelashes and the big eyes of Buddy. Straight
after, he increased the light filtration of the glasses to the
full.
"I can't see anything ! What did you do?"
"It's necessary for the time being," Buddy explained. "Now, go
for the mouth!"
Brother gagged the monk with his big hand.
"I will let you take care of him," Shinra declared before
crossing the door which led to the cells.
He heard what may be a noise of struggle, but he had just
entered Bria's room, and he was petrified by a piercing look.
"Close the door behind you," the prisoner ordered quietly.
No, alone, I am not up to it, I need some help, the boy thought.
Yet, he complied obediently.
"Good Bedohl."
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: July 24, 2015, 5:31 pm
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Chapter 24
Yuna had decided to walk around the island, alone, because
staying with Tidus was too difficult. She had returned to the
starting point, the circular room, but had not found a solution
to the problem. She wishes she would have been able to share the
pain inside her with her partner, to give him some relief. Was
she in the wrong? Maybe could she save him from this suffering.
But another problem was preoccupying her...
"Killing a young girl."
If she told Tidus about the request of the summoner, would her
former guardian accede to it? Maybe, if he thought he could
please Yuna. Egocentric thought, she was aware of that, but she
knew that the young man was often eager to please her.
"No", she declared aloud, "he would never do that, even for me."
"Vous wanted to be alone?"
Kush was standing against the altar, under the gaze of the
statues.
"No, but staying with him was too difficult for me. I'm bad at
hiding, and he always manages to know what I think. His
considerations are hard to bear..."
Kush shrugged and laughed quietly.
"What?"
"He said the same thing. And he understands very well your need
of solitude. Vous are very fortunate."
Yuna had the impression that Kush was making fun of her. She
wanted to object, but changed her mind: after all, she was
talking to a swarm of pyreflies.
She quickly came closer to the altar. The Aeon Core stepped
backwards but Yuna grasped her hand and concentrated. Kush's
skin began to shine.
"Is that your opinion, Summoner?"
Such aggressiveness.
"That's because you're unreasonable. You remind me of
Yunalesca."
The Summoner Princess? You are offending me.
"Could you at least tell me your name?"
He did not answer.
Yuna turned towards the statues and began to enumerate them :
"Luchera, Guard, Alb, Valm, Kanaela, Sloan, Meiyoh, Mikka,
Gekkoh, Romand, Anli, Ifahnal..."
Kush's silhouette trembled.
"Ifahnal ? 'Grant us beauty'?"
It does not look like me.
"Then what's your real name?"
Johit. From Muca.
"Muca?"
South of the continent.
"Ah, Luca."
Probably.
"Would you accord me an interview?" Yuna asked in the same
respectful tone as Kush.
There was a silence, then a throat clearing.
Very well. But I am an Unsent, and I wish to disappear only when
I will have decided it. Do I have your word?
"I promise you, I will not send you into the other world. Where
do I have to meet you?"
Stay here, I am going to prepare the place of our meeting.
The illusion was so powerful that Yuna had forgotten everything
around her was summoned. These events were unprecedented for
her. Her and him practiced the same art, but they mastered very
different techniques.
This is normal, Johit declared. We have contemplated a identical
reality, but we have not understood it in the same manner, and
each of us has believed in a distinct illusion.
Kush was fluttering like the scorching summer air, and was
shining so strongly that Yuna had to protect her eyes.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: August 14, 2015, 9:17 am
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[center]Chapter 25
"My memories are back!"
Bria was lying on the floor, tied up, but still impressive.
Shinra had never met such a man.
More than ever, the boy was delighted to have chosen one day to
hide behind his glasses and his mask and to join the Gullwings.
His lack of experience, because of his young age, was a problem
that his brilliance did not manage to resolve. Worse still, he
had been the chosen victim of mocking and bullying. His getup
hid his distress or his tears, but he could not prevent his
voice from trembling.
He decided to stay silent until he regain his composure.
Fortunately, his interlocutor appeared to not care about being
the only one to talk.
"Numerous memories have come back into my mind. Yet, a
conversation between a Bedohl and myself seems like a new
experience, currently. A brat, to be sure."
Shinra shrugged. He did not feel up to do more.
"But I've lost comrades because of underestimating a child due
to his youth, so..."
Bria shook his head, as if to show that he will not repeat this
error. He wriggled to sit up straight, cross-legged. On his
guard, Shinra was waiting for the next move of the prisoner. Was
he going to tell him how his comrades had died? If he was going
to do so, there was a good chance that he would lose his temper,
and the situation could become dangerous...
But the man changed the subject.
"You don't intend to call for help ?"
Shinra shook his head. Bria grumbled and stayed quiet. Relieved
by his mutism, the boy began to examinate him. His hair and his
mustache were hiding his face, and it was difficult to discern
his expression. His faded look seemed to hide a secret. Shinra
did not trust this man, and he knew it was the same for Lulu.
For a moment, Bria stared at Shinra in turn, before lowering his
eyes.
"Leave me alone," he whispered.
His back suddenly stooped, as if the arrogance that had been
supporting him so far had disappeared.
It was the perfect time to leave the room, the boy thought.
"What is a Bedohl? Why do you call me that, sir?"
Shinra had spoken with a tone more polite than the prisoner
deserved, and he regretted it. But rephrasing it was not an
option: that would lead him to admit that he had made a mistake.
The man sit up straight with a sour laugh
"All the Bedohls were like you. Now, people say "Al Bhed". In
the past, a man named "Alb" was their leader. Some people called
them "Alb's Bedohls" or "Albedohls". It's the Church who's
decided to call you "Al Bhed". A name easier to spew out, I
guess. It's just a simple patch, like all the teachings of
Yevon."
"I didn't know. Nobody has told us about this."
This admission was not showing his best light to to the
prisoner, but he paid that no mind. His main objective was first
to draw his interlocutor out. Bria nodded kindly.
"Since it's origin, this world was governed by beings endowed
with supernatural abilities. Those who have predispostions to
magic and mastered it have always been given an advantage, and
they have jealously guarded it until now. The daily life of the
destitute people has been cruel for a long time. Think
carefully: back in the days, magic was the only way to produce a
flame. The Bedohls are the ones who have turned the tide. Their
inventions have been called "machines" or "machinas" and have
spread out all over the world. Of course, the people in charge
did not appreciate that. But they knew the Bedohls were useful.
Instead of forbiding them, they tried to find a way to take
advantage of them. 'To coexist and to prosper', that was their
motto."
Shinra was hanging onto Bria's every word. In the boy's mind,
Spira's history had always begun with the Machina War. It was
the first he was hearing talk of events preceding this conlict.
"But the faults are on both sides. The Bedohls have become more
and more audacious, and the governments more and more
tyrannical. Your ancestors carried on creating machines, but
they were considered inferior to livestock from then on."
"But if that's the case, why..."
"Why did they carry on creating their machines ? Because if they
refused to do it, they were killed. They have designed, built
and maintained the weapons of the conflict. Rather than refusing
and dying, they have chosen to live," Bria explained in a
serious tone, before letting out a new sour laugh. "The Bedohls
were really strange. They had created a hierarchy between them :
those who had the monopoly on construction, those who could only
use basic techniques, those who were restricted to physical
work..."
The prisoner suddenly appeared to be sad.
"You're the descendants of the most destitute Bedohls."
"And what happened to Alb? You said we owed our name to him..."
"Let's say there was no room for him in the world of Yevon. I
didn't even have to kill him."
"Excuse me?"
Shinra had thought that the man, passionate about history, liked
to show off his knowledge. But he was apparently crazy. The boy
knew that the mentaly ill could sometimes describe with realism
a world which only existed in his mind. Maybe this was the case
for Bria?
"The Alb I have known was just one of those who had taken on the
name of the god of workers. His life and his death have probably
changed nothing in history..."
He was appearing to stare into space. Shinra would not have been
able to say if he was distracted or lost in his memories.
"Eh!" Bria let out with a familiar tone. "What is your name?"
"Shinra."
"Can you untie me, Shinra?"
"No, I can't."
"If you can't untie the knots, you can at least cut the cord."
"Hey! I'm not a kid!" The boy protested.
Howewer, Bria had not talked mockingly.
"Your airship is rooted to the post, right?"
"I don't see what..."
"And what if I tell you I know how to repair it?"
"You can do that, really?"
Those machines are designed so that they stop working after some
time."
"Why?"
"For two reasons. First, you need to proceed to regular
inspections. But if a machine still works without these
inspections, nobody takes the time to do it, until an accident
happen. And of course, the Bedohls would be given the blame for
this. So, the mechanisms stop from time to time in order to
maintain them. Furthermore, only Alb and his Bedohls knew how to
put them back in working order. Thanks to that, they were
indispensable. The governement could not eliminate them if they
wanted to use their machines."
"This plan was not really great..."
"They couldn't plan ahead that the whole world was going to fall
in the grip of a man determined to drop all technology."
Bria laughed, as if indifferent to the past events.
"How can you repair the airship ? You're not Bedohl."
"I've worked in Bevelle. Do you know what it looks like, from
the inside?"
"A machine?"
"Exactly. And since the Bedohls are forbidden to enter the
citadel, several persons had to learn how to maintain it. I'm a
part of these initiated persons. I can't repair a damaged or
broken mechanism, but I can restart it after a programmed stop."
"And you know the architecture of the machines? Like the engine,
for example?"
"It depends on the model."
"Great!"
"I've been forbidden to inscribe these knowledges, but
everything is still in mind."
"Excellent! That's great!"
The boy untied the prisoner quickly.
"Let's hurry Bria, The Fahrenheit is waiting for us!"
Behaving like a excited child, the boy was bouncing up and
down.
"Thanks, Shinra..."
Bria stood up straight slowly, and suddenly gave a knee-strike
to the chest of the young man. He had aimed at the stomach, but
too bad: his victim was lying on the floor, inert. The man was
not feeling guilty at all. Shinra was admittedly a child, but a
Bedohl above all else.
"And don't call me Bria. I'm Sloan."
The time had come for him to take on the vengeful name that his
comrade had himself taken on in the past.
From now on, he knew that he was an incarnate spirit. He held
out his hand before him. It seemed that he was seeing it
gleaming. Since he had discovered his condition, how long was he
going to be able to maintain his body and his mind?
"I should hurry."
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
By: ChercheurObscur Date: August 14, 2015, 9:25 am
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[center]Chapter 26
Yuna was seated on a wooden crate, on the pontoon of a boat
devoured by rust. The hull had been repaired in several places.
The boat was as big as the S.S. Liki, which shuttled back and
forth between Besaid and Kilika. Yuna recognized the person
represented on the figurehead: Anli, god of travellers.
Yuna turned around. Her skiff was floating on a sea of oil. On
the starboard, she recognized the silhouette of an island.
"Eh..."
She spun round. An old thin man was seated on another crate.
"Nice to meet you Summoner Ifahnal. Or maybe do you prefer
Johit?"
"Yes, please."
His white hairs, mustache and beard were contrasting with the
black color of his robe. The edge of his hood was hiding his
eyebrows. When he moved, Yuna noticed that they were white too.
"I have lived for ninety years. I have become an Unsent because
I had to carry some things out, but..."
He shrugged, tired.
"I have only understood after my death that it would have been
better for me to die much earlier. It must be a little
unpleasant for you to meet an old man like me. I may not look
like much, but when I was young, I dyed my hair in red... I was
really stupid."
He stayed silent.
"Johit?"
"I prefer that you call me Sire Johit."
"Naturally," she answered despite her irritation. "Sire Johit,
have you also summoned this boat?"
"Well, yes. Unfortunaly, I am not close anymore to the Aeon Core
– that which you call "Fayth" -, therefore I can only recreate
some places she knows well. The island is my strong point. If
summoning is the materialization of the close link between
Summoner and Aeon Core... let us say that I am using a distant
link. Do not laugh. That is what happens when you create too
many Aeon Cores, but I was ignorant of that fact."
"Summoners create the Fayths?" Yuna was surprised.
"That is how summoning worked in former times. The technique you
use now has been altered in order to satisfy the Church of
Yevon. You work with the fayth you were assigned, in order to
create only what he wants. By forwarding your thoughts to him,
you increase the power of the Aeon. An adaption certainly
executed in order to facilitate the task during a battle."
"I can't believe it..."
"What is surprising you?"
"Everything I believed to be true was a lie."
"Somehow, it was. You have lived while being convinced of
something... This has become your reality."
"I thought Aeons had disappeared from Spira forever, since
Fayths are no more. And I didn't want to pratice anymore. I was
convinced that summoning was just a weapon. But if it's not the
case, if I can create islands and boats... I'm able to do a lot
for everyone else, more than just dispense advice to them and
send them into the other world after their death."
Johit put his hand on Yuna's. The body of the old man gleamed,
and the young woman felt a consciousness – no, a knowledge –
moving from Johit to her. He was passing down to her the
technique to create a Aeon Core.
"Oh..."
What she saw made her blush.
"Sorry. That is how I proceeded. If you manage to achieve a
similar state, you can do it differently. Thereafter, I
developed a simpler method. But since this method skips some
steps, there is a lack of power. This is a crual technique, to
use sparingly. I advise you against resorting to it because you
need a boat."
He shrugged and turned towards the island. Yuna imitated him.
"How many fayths do you need to summon this island?" She
suddenly asked.
Countless persons had been required to recreate the city of
Zanarkand.
For a moment, the man lowered his eyes. Yuna looked at the deck
he was contemplating, before understanding. A shiver crossed
along her spine.
"Do you want to see?"
"No."
"I insist. Else, I will not listen to your request," he answered
with a serious tone. "Your wish is to go back to your Besaid, is
it not?"
She raised her eyes. Johit was pointing out at a hatch, in a
corner of the deck. He stood up straight and opened it,
revealing stairs which sank into dark. A smell of rust and death
assailed Yuna.
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
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[center]Chapter 27
Tidus was huddled up and drifting in the darkness, when pictures
started appearing in his mind. Was he actually seeing them, or
were they only memories? He did not know. A young girl was
standing in front of him. She was holding the hands of the boy
in hers.
Her features looked like those of a teenager. Tidus knew her
name. It was... it was Kush.
Find me. Someone named Briah knows my location. In case he does
not, he will still be able to lead you to me. If you do so, I
will send Yuna back to her world.
"All I need to do is meet you?"
Yes. I want you to push my shoulder.
"Excuse me?"
I am seated in front of a window. I am looking outside. I want
you to gently push my shoulder.
"Which window? Where?"
I do not know, but Briah will. I am sure of it. Go and see him.
"Very well. But promise me to save Yuna."
I will.
"But how do I leave the island? Is there a boat?
By swimming. You can do it. Head for the open sea, as far as you
can. Think of the place you want to go.
"I will end up exhausted. What should I do then?"
Kushu glared.
"What is that?"
A spell which will allow you to reach the place you seek. But be
careful; do not be late. The first symptoms will be minor, but
soon, even the things most important to you will disappear.
Great care needs to be taken with those who know your existence.
Hurry, before the spell vanishes.
His view was not obstructed any more: 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'm coming!"
His feet propelled him with all their strength to the real
world.He was coming closer to a boundary, the limit between
"here" and "there". A luminous wall was appearing to blink. Was
it a call, or the symbol of a radiant world? Tidus was swimming
upwards, always upwards. He was a splendid swimmer.
"I'm back!"
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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
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[center]Chapter 28
Under the deck, Yuna discovered a warehouse. The hold had been
divided into several sections, which contained a pile of diverse
objects. The young woman recognized several of them: some
weapons she had seen in the armory, the dress she was wearing
when she woke up, her cover, and several statues representing
divinities. In the engine room, she discovered, not without
surprise, a Choboco. The animal was sleeping and when she
brushed it, he began to gleam. Had Johit summoned it?
She left the room and came upon a silhouette in the dark
hallway. The man was heading towards her. No, not a man she
corrected herself, a mechanical Bedohl. It appeared that it had
seen her because it stepped up its pace.
"Yuna. I am Yuna."
He stopped and, with a little waving, turned around and walked
away. On his back, he was holding a bag, made of rope, which
contained a ball.
Suddenly, memories came back into Yuna's mind: the balloon which
rolls on the path, Tidus leaning on it to pick it up... his
head, at the foot of the young girl.
And I have revived him. With the help of this old Summoner. I
have used all my energy, all my knowledge, and I have extracted
Tidus from... who? From what?
Suddenly dizzy, she held her arm out towards the partition in
order to catch hold of it. But her hand touched down on a door,
and she entered involuntarily a new room.
The smell allowed her to quicky know what she was going to find.
She counted seven Fayths – or Aeon Cores according to Johit.
Three men and four women.
"They are all Bedohls," the Summoner behind her explained. "We
were stuck on the island, and only death was awaiting us. We
wanted to leave. It over a thousand years ago. Along with the
Bedohls, I have waited for the day of our escape. Fortnightly, a
ship came to resupply us. We had decided to steal it. But at the
end of the first week, our base had been violently under attack.
Those two chaotic days killed so many people... At the morning
of the third day, our aggressors left, and the ship duly
berthed. We roamed the seas, but the enemy was everywhere. We
have resigned ourselves to coming back to the island. Then, we
lived peacefully for some time : the base had been abandoned.
Thereafter, Yevon spread out its power in the world, and a team
came to build a temple. We thought we could mingle with them,
but as soon as they arrived, they began to hunt the Bedohls.
Being captured meant death. They turned them into Aeon Cores,
until their death. You know about my method. In the eyes of the
others, this was without doubt ridiculous. Or ominous."
She could detect sadness in his voice. She was commiserating
with him, but she was concentrated on her hand, on the fingers
which had touched down the partition in order for her to keep
her balance, on her skin which could feel the wood grain down to
the smallest detail. She remembered that Johit had difficulties
in maintaining his summonings when he was beset by powerful
emotions. Yet, nothing was gleaming.
"This boat is real?"
The summoner nodded to confirm it, and Yuna rushed towards the
deck.
She was still seeing the island, and now the cove too. A detail
drew her attention...
She let out a cry of exclamation when she noticed that the
mechanical towers which stood out of the forest seemed washed
out because of the bad weather.
She had come back to Besaid.
Where is Tidus ?
She thought that he was waiting for her in the Aeon-island. But
currently, Johit was not summoning anything. In that case, where
was her partner?
The old man emerged slowly from the hold.
"Where is Tidus?"
"I told him that it was for your own good, and he immediately
agreed."
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