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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna made sure to keep her distance from the battle so Shiva could do her work, and that turned out to be lucky when Caius came sweeping in low on Vordun’s back. The crabs had already been frozen solid, so Yuna made a quick guess on what he was planning. She quickly brought her staff down to touch the sand, closing her eyes as she banished Shiva by dropping their connection. Dragon’s fire was bound to hurt even more than the actual spell, and Shiva would be weak to the heat. Yuna didn’t want to risk getting the aeon caught in it, even if Vordun wouldn’t be aiming for her.
Vordun made quick work of the fiends who remained, and Yuna had to admire how big his flames had gotten. She was nowhere even close, and she could still feel the searing heat across her face and arms until the fire died down to a crackling simmer.
“That was amazing!” Yuna called up the pair as she crept back closer to the scene. She could still remember when Caius had difficulty even mounting Vordun, so it was really gratifying to see how much work he had put in with the dragon and how well they could fight together now.
The crabs were strewn everywhere across the sand, and Yuna’s heart twinged a little when she saw that one was still twitching. They may have been fiends, but she still didn’t like for anything to suffer. Kneeling down at the creature’s side, she pulled out the jeweled dagger that Celes had given her and made sure to drive it into the monster’s softer underbelly. If she had trouble looking while doing it, then nobody else but Caius had to know.
Afterward, Yuna looked down at the bloody dagger and bit her lip slightly before wiping it off on the sand. “I suppose it’s my luck that on the first mission I drag you along to, we’re too late to save anyone…” She gave a slightly sad smile up to her blond friend before rising to her feet. “I guess that just means I’ll have to be faster next time.”
Yuna cast one last look at the cloudy ocean before sheathing her dagger where it was concealed among the folds and jewelry at her sash. “...Ready to go home?” She finally asked Caius. They’d certainly had a long day, and she still had a difficult conversation with their current employer to look forward to.
[attr=class,bulk] The forest was quiet in response to the questions that Yuna had called out, and she began to wonder if everything had been an illusion after all. She glanced back a little uncertainly towards the direction of the path, but in the end she decided to keep moving forward. Maybe her guardians weren’t here, but she still had a hard time believing that a footprint like that could have come from anything other than a Ronso. She certainly hadn’t met another race quite like them here on Zephon, and she was so desperate to find someone else from Spira that she was willing to take the risk that this was a trap.
As Yuna crept forward through the trees, she strained her ears to hear something other than the chirping of insects or the rush of the wind. For a while she failed to pick up on anything else significant, but suddenly there was a small snap of a twig underfoot to her right, and she whirled around to face the sound, her earrings and sash ornaments jangling together with how quickly she’d moved. There was a figure looking at her from the other side of some thickets, and Yuna felt her lips part in shock at the same time that her fingers loosened around her staff.
It couldn’t be…
“...Kimahri?” The question was tentative. Yuna knew instantly that the person was a Ronso, but she briefly doubted herself on their identity--some sort of red pattern was scattered across their blue fur in a way that she’d never seen on a Ronso before. Still, as she ran her eyes over the feline man, her throat started to feel tight as she spotted traits that were more familiar. He had always been a little smaller than most Ronso, though he still felt huge to Yuna. He never really talked about it, but she also knew how much his broken horn bothered him. Yuna had always wished that he didn’t have to be so ashamed of it. His journey to gain his people’s acceptance had been long and hard, and he had never deserved that. He had been there for her unconditionally since she was a child. Yuna had always wished that she could have helped him on his own personal pilgrimage as much as he had helped her.
“Kimahri!” She was no longer uncertain. Dropping her staff, she leapt over a tangle of weeds to get to him faster. She only paused for a split second once she was right in front of him--the red tendrils that she’d taken to be cloth from a distance actually looked like some sort of plant, and there was something a little glassy about his yellow eyes that wasn’t usually there. Still, he looked far too real to be an illusion, and the lump in her throat reminded her that she hadn’t seen her very first guardian in so long. It was hard to care about what her instincts were warning her compared to that wave of emotion.
Yuna was usually more reserved and not overtly comfortable with being physically affectionate, but in that moment she threw her arms around Kimahri in a way that she hadn’t done since she was a little girl. “Please be real…”
[attr=class,bulk] Caius seemed to be a step ahead of her in realizing that Vordun was in danger, but that wasn’t too surprising considering that the dragon was like a son to him. Yuna recognized the quick hard set of Caius’ face from back when Darlene had hurt the drake, though at least this time they were both fully armed and could do something about it. Yuna was about to point out the direction that she thought the commotion was coming from, but Caius beat her to it by apologizing.
“What for-?” She started to ask when her friend grasped her shoulder and a sudden sense of weightlessness washed over her as her vision blurred with blue streaks. Stumbling out of the warp, Yuna was disoriented to find herself suddenly surrounded by a different section of beach, but she did her best to keep on her feet by using her staff as a balancing stick.
“In any other circumstances I’d need more than an apology,” Yuna complained with a small smile, though it quickly fell off her face as she spotted the blue dragon holding his own against one of the monstrous crab creatures that they’d faced inside the house. Vordun was clearly winning the fight, but more of them were emerging from the stormy waves every second, and Yuna suddenly had a better picture of why there had been so many empty cages down in the basement. It looked like more of them had escaped than she had thought.
Caius leapt into the fray sword-first to protect Vordun, but Yuna hung back for a second to catch her breath as she was still a little dizzy from the warp over. The rain had started to pick up in droves, and her bangs were quickly plastered against her forehead as the wind whipped the sea into short choppy waves. No wonder so many crabs had started to come ashore at once, but as the water glistened on the backs of their hard shells, Yuna got an idea.
“Nul-Frost,” she murmured twice in quick succession, casting protection from ice magic first on Caius and then on Vordun since they’d be directly in the line of fire. She had a feeling that Caius would guess what she was doing from that, but she still gave the action a wide berth before starting. Swinging her staff over her head, Yuna spun in short circles, giving all her concentration to the only aeon who had ever answered her call while she was here on Zephon.
The air around Yuna suddenly felt as if the temperature had plummeted, and she felt her wet hair frost over against her cheeks as an armored figure descended into view. It was still unnerving to see a version of Shiva that was so different from the one on Spira--this one was a genderless figure completely covered in frozen armor that glimmered different shades of blue and purple in the light. Either way, Shiva was still breath-taking to see, and Yuna clasped her hands in front of her and gave the figure a short bow. She’d intended to explain the situation when she straightened up, but whether through intuition or their connection, Shiva already seemed aware of where the problem was as they strode towards the battle, Diamond Dust rising to their fingertips.
[attr=class,bulk] Balthier managed to snap the lock holding the chained gate together just as Yuna had gotten them a moment of respite from the zombies by casting Holy. “You did it!” She breathed in relief, but it seemed that her celebration was too early as the passage wasn’t quite open yet. Balthier grabbed for a crank built into the stone wall next to it, though his face contorted with the effort as he tried to pull the ancient mechanism.
‘A hand, would you?’
For a moment, Yuna could only blink at him in surprise. No one had ever asked for her help with manual labor before, but then she’d always had guardians to do that sort of thing before. Yuna couldn’t help but feel a little flattered, even if it was only the two of them and she was literally his only option. “Yes sir!” Dropping her staff in the bottom of the boat, Yuna hopped over and grabbed the crank on either side of his hands. She had to grunt with the force of trying to push the lever forward, and it felt like she was just causing her boots to slide backwards rather than anything else. Still, between the two of them, they were able to get it moving, Yuna offering a slightly giggled apology since her long silk sleeves hit Balthier in the face with every turn of the crank.
The grate had raised just enough for the boat to squeeze through when the undead were upon them. Yuna grabbed for her staff, trying to reach it to drive them back as Balthier had a different idea and propelled them forward under the metal bars. Yuna squeaked and quickly dove to lay flat against the bottom of the boat, shooting her companion a reproachful look before she cast a Life spell on the creature closest to them.
“You’re not much for warning, are you?” She asked, but there was no real venom to her words as she took his offered hand and hopped up onto the canal walkway next to him. Some of the dead had followed them through, and Yuna did her best to keep them from climbing up to join them. She didn’t like to think about what would happen once more of them arrived in the narrow pathway, but it seemed that Balthier had already thought of that as the sound of a gunshot followed by the crunch of metal made her wince and look over.
Balthier had shot through the ropes operating the crank mechanism and the gate couldn’t stay open without it. The metal bars fell back into the water with a crash, and they were suddenly faced with far fewer of the undead to deal with. “Holy!” Yuna decided to risk using up more of her magic to fell the rest of them on this side before she leaned back against the stone wall, trying to catch her breath as she considered the closed gate.
“I hope there’s another way out…” She supposed that it would make sense seeing as there wasn’t a way to open the gate on this side anyway, but it wasn’t a sure thing. “If not, I guess I’ll have to see how Shiva feels about lifting a gate for us,” she said a little jokingly, though she also had the uncomfortable feeling that it might not be a joke before the day was out. Crouching down to the boat, Yuna retrieved her tiny candle from the side before holding it out to light their way forward again. “I guess we’ll see.”
The walkway continued forward a ways before splitting off into a right passageway. Yuna was a little startled to see that this tunnel wasn’t in complete darkness like the others. There was something lit at the end of it, and after giving Balthier a concerned look, Yuna blew out her candle. It was better to conserve it while they could.
The tunnel ended in a massive, intricate door. It was constructed from so many different shades of metal that Yuna couldn’t have named them all. Patterns of humans and monsters covered every inch of it, but the most unnerving part was how the door itself seemed to be the source of light. “Some sort of magic, maybe?” Yuna asked uneasily as she leaned forward to consider the door. There weren’t any handles, but there did appear to be three indentations where parts of it could be pushed inward. One was down by their feet, a second at eye level, and the third stretched overheard around ten feet in the air.
[attr=class,bulk] Cloud looked like he was having trouble processing her questions, and Yuna chided herself for trying this so early. The man was barely conscious--she’d seen enough wounded to know that he’d probably spend the next few days drifting in and out of sleep. That was the best thing for him to heal really, and she probably should have waited before asking him anything at all. Still, if he had anyone out there, then she didn’t like to think of them spending an entire week wondering if Cloud had died before he was on his feet again. It would have been a reasonable conclusion given his injuries. More than reasonable.
Cloud muttered something about the leaders of Provo not caring about what had happened on another planet, and Yuna gave him a slightly sad smile in return. “I can’t argue with that. They’ve never done much to even help integrate us…” She wasn’t overly surprised that Cloud came from elsewhere too. Given that Caius had struggled to lug in the biggest sword that she’d ever seen in her life after Cloud’s prone body, she hadn’t been inclined to think that the injured man was an average citizen here.
He went on to admit that he had some friends in Sonora who would want to know that he was okay. She didn’t argue with his use of ‘okay,’ though she did hide a private smile behind her hand. It was something that Sir Auron or Kimahri would have done. Claim that they were doing just fine after they had been impaled and had a building dropped on them.
“I think you’ll definitely be okay,” she agreed to be polite. “After a lot more healing and bedrest at least.” She hoped that he hadn’t noticed her fighting off a tiny laugh. It wasn’t at his expense--men were just funny about these things. “Your friends though...maybe I could convince Caius to go. I shouldn’t leave you here alone yet, and I’m...not the best at navigating Sonora anyway.” That was an understatement, but she liked to think that she wasn’t doing too bad for someone who was still learning to use machina. Even knowing that most of Yevon’s teachings were fabricated, it still made her a little uneasy to pick up something that had been forbidden back on Spira. She could only hope that feeling would fade over time.
“Or if you know where they live, we could send them a letter,” she added, looking at Cloud more solemnly as he started explaining what had happened to him. His voice was raw and painful, and she clasped her hands together tightly in her lap before leaning forward to speak to him more gently.
“...I understand. There are some people from my home that I’d feel the same way about. I’d be too worried about what they could try to do here.” Maester Seymour. Lady Yunalesca. Sin itself.
Shaking her head, Yuna pushed those thoughts away for another day. “If this Sephiroth really is that dangerous...then I think your friends would want to be involved. And some other people too.” Relying on others was a lesson that she’d learned the hard way while dealing with Seymour, and it looked like Cloud would have to be hit over the head with it too. “Just don’t confront him alone next time, okay?” She finished with a tilt of her head. “That’s an order from your healer.”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had intended to stay near the forest’s entrance--that was all that she’d been hired to clear after all--but she required a fair amount of space to perform a sending. At the very least, she needed room to maneuver her staff, but the snarled trees and vines grew too close to the path to allow her that. Yuna needed to find a wider clearing, so after a moment of hesitation, she brushed back a tree branch and continued forward.
Her progress was slow. The path was clearly defined, but it was cramped and muddy, and her blue skirt did little to protect her from the snarling brambles and tall grass. Still, Yuna was a little grateful for the distraction given the noises that she heard coming from deeper within the forest. She was sure that some of the cracking branches or low growls could be coming from actual fiends that made the woods their home, but Yuna suspected that the vast majority were the unsent spirits trying to frighten her and lure her off the path. She was at least prepared for their tricks and hallucinations this time. The best thing that she could do was raise her head and calmly keep going.
Eventually the forest split into different pathways, and Yuna stopped in front of the posted signage, deciding that she had enough room to do her work here. As always, she did her best to clear her mind of anything else and she took a few deep breaths before spinning to the right and raising her staff high over her head as she began. Truthfully, Yuna still wasn’t entirely sure what the sending did on Zephon with no farplane to speak of, but it seemed to have some effect on the dead. Indistinct whispers started up in the trees around her and leaves whipped around her skirt as Yuna danced. Just as she was about to bring her staff down to finish, a sharp crack echoed to her left.
Yuna’s eyes flew open and she stared into the trees uncertainly. “Hello?” She called out, on the off chance that it was another traveler, but as she cast her eyes over the scene, she zeroed in on another one of those strange footprints in the mud. Yuna’s heartbeat picked up a little as she crouched to examine it in case she’d been mistaken, but there was no missing the tell-tale claw marks near the the top of the large paw print.
The footprints led off the path. It was almost certainly a trap, but as Yuna let out a breath, she decided that she’d risk it just on the slightest possibility that one of her guardians could be here on Zephon. Straightening up, Yuna steeled herself before parting two of the trees and stepping between them to follow the trail. “Is anyone there?”
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t seem to mind sitting in the grass with her, which Yuna took to be a positive sign. Her life had been spent alternating between the solemn walls of the Besaid Temple and the blaring sunshine outside, so she wasn’t sure that she’d get along well with someone who minded the outdoors. She did have to giggle a little at his comment that it felt like a picnic though, since it was really just them and the cinnamon roll.
“Do you spend a lot of time outside? We always ate like this in my village. Tables were usually low to the ground inside. Or we’d just be around the campfire in the center…” She truly did miss Besaid, even if she hoped that the village would grow and change without the doctrines that had always held it back. Life there had been slow and calming, even with all the stress of training to become a summoner. Yuna had never found another place like it.
Shaking her head, Yuna tried to turn her thoughts away from the past and back towards the boy in front of her. It wasn’t particularly hard when Prompto was practically vibrating with energy as he eyed the pastry in the middle, though he very sweetly offered her the first bite. Her heart went out to him a little since he seemed self-conscious about making a mess, so she gave him a small smile before picking up her fork.
“Here.” Yuna very delicately cut the cinnamon roll in half, though she snuck Prompto a little extra. She liked when he was excited, and he was terribly skinny anyway. “Now you can be as messy as you want,” she informed him before following her own advice and picking it up with her fingers before taking a bite. It was gooey and sweet and warm and everything that Yuna had wanted, and she melted a little on the inside as she finished the first bite. “This is amazing! We might need another before the night’s over,” she admitted, digging into the rest as Prompto explained what he was up to in Torensten.
Yuna had to pause when Prompto said that he was here looking for some friends. She recognized that slightly dejected expression, and she nodded gently as she briefly put down her pastry. “I know the feeling...I’m sorry. I really hope you manage to find someone.” Or that he had better luck than she had, at any rate. “What are their names? I can’t promise anything, but I’ve been here for over a year.” She could at least keep her eyes and ears open once she returned to Provo in case his friends had gone further north.
Prompto admitted that he was also a monster hunter, and Yuna brightened a little at the lighter subject. “Really? That sounds dangerous, but I’m not surprised if you know how to shoot,” she said with a slight smile. It reminded her of her own work with the Dragonblades, and she liked Prompto well enough so far to extend the offer out loud. “We actually get some jobs like that sometimes. I help out with a mercenary guild called the Dragonblades. If you’re ever in Provo and looking for a job, maybe we could do one together.”
It suddenly occurred to Yuna that she was being incredibly forward, and that killing a dangerous creature probably didn’t qualify as a great second date. Her cheeks flared a little hot, and she averted her eyes down towards her cinnamon roll a little sheepishly. “Ah...No pressure of course! Just a thought.”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had been inside the Headstone Forest twice before, and she couldn’t say that she had particularly enjoyed the revelations that had come with either visit. It was one thing to be warned about the visions that the specters produced, but it was another thing entirely to experience them. She had dealt with countless unsent back on Spira, but with a few notable exceptions, they were usually shadows of their former selves. It had been something else to be confronted with the very real image of her father as he tried to lure her off the safety of the forest path.
Still, even though Yuna wasn’t eager to step back into the Headstone Forest, she hadn’t had the heart to turn down the latest job that had come through the Dragonblades for her. Spring had settled over Provo recently, and the town was preparing for the Annual Sign Posting event that took place every year outside of the forest. From what Yuna understood, the townsfolk volunteered to make hundreds of signs, venturing as close to the trees as they dared to place warnings along the roads for travelers. Yuna hadn’t thought to ask what happened to the signs every year that they had to replace them so often, but she doubted that it was from natural causes.
The town guards had assured Yuna that the citizens of Provo didn’t actually enter the forest itself during the event, but there had been a few incidents in the past, so they asked if she would help clear out the spirits from near the entrance. Since the job concerned people’s safety, Yuna had accepted immediately. She was as well-equipped as she could be to handle ghosts, and even if she hadn’t set foot on Spira in over a year, she couldn’t help still feeling responsible to lead the unsent to peace. She was a summoner in name only now without the Fayth or the Farplane, but some habits were hard to break.
That was what led Yuna to stand directly outside the forest one morning, shivering in the chill air of the sunrise as she took in her surroundings. Dew was sprinkled on the grass and the leaves of the gnarled trees closest to her, but a dense fog rolling lowly over the ground obscured most of what lay further along the path. The spring rains had made the path run thick with mud, so Yuna was forced to hold her staff one-handed so that she could lift her skirt above her boots with the other hand as she carefully navigated her way forward.
Once the trees were thick enough to obscure the view of the sky overhead, her left boot sank so deeply in mud that she had to pause to yank herself free. It looked like she hadn’t been the only one to become stuck in that spot--There were several other footprints lining the path here, but only one set made her pause and crouch down to examine it. All thought of protecting her skirt was gone as she let the blue dress sink into the mud.
“Kimahri,” she murmured, looking over the huge paw-like footprint with marks for claws, even if she knew her suspicion was ridiculous. She had yet to run into a single one of her guardians here on Zephon, and she had long since realized that she was alone here. Plenty of creatures other than a Ronso could have left marks like that. Yuna couldn’t even rule out the possibility that the forest had decided to toy with her by reminding her of her oldest friend and guardian.
Still, Yuna wasn’t able to swallow back her disappointment as she rose to her feet again. She still missed everyone more than she knew how to say, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. She had a job to do, and if she was far enough in the forest to be having visions, then she was far enough in to start.
There may not have been a Farplane here on Zephon, but Yuna still guessed that a sending would attract the attention of the unsent.
[attr=class,bulk] Balthier materialized several tools from the pouches around his hips that he proceeded to use to examine the rusted lock holding the gate closed. Yuna shook her head disapprovingly, even if a faint smile graced her lips. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you have the exact right items for the job. You did come here to rob them.” She didn’t really expect that her words would admonish him. The criticism fell rather flat when she was next to him as an accomplice after all, but her sensibilities made her say something. Even if that something came out more teasing then anything else.
Yuna watched the water a bit anxiously while Balthier worked, wondering if she had imagined that brief glint beneath the water’s surface. A sudden ripple attracted her attention a split second before a shrunken, clawed hand broke through to the surface with a splash. Yuna let out a squeak of surprise, gripping her staff tighter as a water-logged human face emerged from the lake and turned milky eyes towards them. Before Yuna had time to formulate a strategy--or even to really absorb what she was seeing--a gunshot cracked through the air behind her, and the creature went tumbling back into the lake.
“Nice shot,” Yuna complimented Balthier a bit breathlessly, but he was already turning back towards the lock. He made a dry comment about how he hoped she knew holy magic, which she took to mean that he was leaving them to her. “Your confidence in me is inspiring,” she said with a little more huffiness than normal as she turned back towards the creatures emerging from the water. She knew the spell Holy of course. While powerful, it drained her magic significantly so she preferred not to rely on it, though it didn’t seem like that would be necessary in this case. “I think I can do you one better though since these are unsent.”
A clawed hand gripped the side of the boat as it attempted to spill them into the water, and Yuna prayed that her suspicion was correct as she swept her staff above the creature. “Life.” Immediately, the bony arm retracted with a screech, and Yuna let out a sigh of relief before calling out to Balthier “They’re Zombies!”
The corpses swarmed the boat from all three available sides, and Yuna did her best to drive them back with the liberal use of Life spells. The sending may have worked better but it took time to work, and Yuna barely had time to breathe, let alone to take up the dance with the small room that the boat allowed. Eventually one of them managed to shamble close enough to grab her skirt, and Yuna gasped as she was pulled over and landed hard on her thigh in the bottom of the boat.
“Holy!” She cast in a panic, and the entire cavern was briefly lit up with pearls of light that sent the remainder of the corpses shrinking away as the one that had latched onto her was burned into oblivion.
Yuna let out a shaky breath, but since she finally had some room to work she didn’t waste any time before climbing to her feet and starting the slow twirl of her staff as she moved into the sending. “Coming along back there?”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna regretted mentioning why Cloud wasn’t currently in a hospital after his expression turned raw with pain. She hadn’t meant to make him reflect on what had happened so soon, but she also didn’t want him to panic about waking up so injured in a strange place without any context. There really wasn’t a good answer on how to approach him, and she found herself wishing that Caius would come back soon. Yuna had no idea if the two blond men were close or not, but there was probably only so much that she could comfort Cloud as a stranger.
He chose to try to drink the water on his own, and she watched carefully in case she needed to jump in. He kept a hold of the glass though, even if his hands shook and a few droplets spilled out down his chin. He thanked her in a hoarse voice afterward, and Yuna shook her head quickly. “You’re doing really good for how bad your wounds are. I can tell you’re strong.”
She had meant to encourage him, but the words fell a little flat when he started coughing like the water he’d just drank was going to all come back up. Worriedly, she retrieved the empty glass where he’d dropped it on a cushion, setting it on the coffee table next to him before dragging over a trash can in case he had to throw up. She hoped Cloud wouldn’t notice that it was half-full with the bloody remnants of his own sweater, but it didn’t turn out to be necessary anyway as his coughing tapered off and he sank back into a laying position.
“I think I got blood on your couch. Sorry.”
Yuna stared at him for a moment, raising one hand to her mouth to try to cover up her laugh so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. That was what he was worried about? What he had risked a coughing fit to tell her? Whatever had happened in the town center, her first impression of Cloud was that he was sweet and didn’t like to be a bother. She could see why Caius had saved him.
“Don’t be. You aren’t the first. This is what I do for a living.” She paused for a beat, finding it odd to introduce herself that way, even if a healer really was all that she was now. “At least it is here,” she amended, settling down in an armchair near the couch so she could look at him. He’d probably need several more rounds of healing before he was up and about, but if he was awake and talking, then Yuna liked his odds of survival.
“Is there...anything I can do for you?” She asked a bit hesitantly. It was a heavy question given Cloud’s situation, so she quickly clarified. “Like anyone who should know that you’re here? Or anything you might want the Provo authorities to know?” Yuna wasn’t at all up to date on the situation since she’d been so busy with Cloud, but Caius had made it sound like the blond man had been the only person found in the wreckage. Yuna didn’t want to get the injured man all worked up, but to her that certainly sounded like the person who Cloud had been fighting must have walked off in better condition than Cloud himself.
