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FFX-2: Daylran yht Ahaso
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: Gippal POV
Rating: G
Summary: The desert is a teacher and an enemy.
One thing the Al Bhed have learnt is that everything precious. It's the first lesson we learn when we're still babies in arms. Every drop of water in the desert is a precious thing and not to be wasted. Every waking minute should be spent doing something useful, because at any minute a sandstorm could start that doesn't allow useful work for days.
We've learnt our lesson well. We wanted the rest of Spira to learn it, but they wouldn't. They didn't have the desert as their teacher, or as their enemy. They kept wasting money on the temples, they wasted their time on useless prayers, they wasted the legacy of our ancestors by refusing to use machina, and they wasted the lives of their summoners and the summoners' guardians.
When I came of age and left the desert, I couldn't bear to waste a single moment of my time. I wandered over the world, saw everything I could see, drew my own conclusions, never staying too long in one place, until I knew I had to do something about all the shameful waste. I learned to use a machina weapon better than any other Al Bhed, and then I applied to the Crusaders, to the Crimson Squad, to anywhere that would have me. When I was accepted for the Crimson Squad, I didn't waste a single minute in turning up to start my training.
Now Sin is gone, and Vegnagun too. The world is at peace. I live in Djose, in an old temple that was going to waste because everyone discovered how the temples lied and decieved them. I reuse old pieces of junk to make new, useful machines. When I have spare time, I spend it with my lover. I enjoy all of it.
I'm not old yet, but no matter what happens, I'd like to think that already I've proven my life not a waste. I've loved, laughed, worked and played as hard as I can, and I've used every single moment for something.
The desert was a good teacher.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Gippal POV
Rating: G
Summary: The desert is a teacher and an enemy.
One thing the Al Bhed have learnt is that everything precious. It's the first lesson we learn when we're still babies in arms. Every drop of water in the desert is a precious thing and not to be wasted. Every waking minute should be spent doing something useful, because at any minute a sandstorm could start that doesn't allow useful work for days.
We've learnt our lesson well. We wanted the rest of Spira to learn it, but they wouldn't. They didn't have the desert as their teacher, or as their enemy. They kept wasting money on the temples, they wasted their time on useless prayers, they wasted the legacy of our ancestors by refusing to use machina, and they wasted the lives of their summoners and the summoners' guardians.
When I came of age and left the desert, I couldn't bear to waste a single moment of my time. I wandered over the world, saw everything I could see, drew my own conclusions, never staying too long in one place, until I knew I had to do something about all the shameful waste. I learned to use a machina weapon better than any other Al Bhed, and then I applied to the Crusaders, to the Crimson Squad, to anywhere that would have me. When I was accepted for the Crimson Squad, I didn't waste a single minute in turning up to start my training.
Now Sin is gone, and Vegnagun too. The world is at peace. I live in Djose, in an old temple that was going to waste because everyone discovered how the temples lied and decieved them. I reuse old pieces of junk to make new, useful machines. When I have spare time, I spend it with my lover. I enjoy all of it.
I'm not old yet, but no matter what happens, I'd like to think that already I've proven my life not a waste. I've loved, laughed, worked and played as hard as I can, and I've used every single moment for something.
The desert was a good teacher.