Macalania Wood is known as one of the most beautiful, most serene places in Spira. Crystals glimmer on every branch, pools of water like lustrous gems collect under huge, blue trees.
Yuna couldn’t admire its beauty. She was barely affected by the gentle wind, the soft music of the water. Her heart was broken, the remnants barely enough to keep her going.
She put one foot in front of the other, following her guardians, tears gently dripping down her face.
"I am going to defeat Sin, with or without Yevon's approval. And I am the one who tried to send Maester Seymour!"
"It is true that things within Yevon are turbulent. But that does not mean the excommunicated can do as they please!"
"Yuna can still summon. Seems excommunication isn't all its cracked up to be."
The ronso Maester sighs. He seems weary.
"Things in Spira are not as they seem."
"Has any other summoner tried to pass? Seems to me like Yuna might be the best hope for a Calm." (Ey doesn't like it, but-)
Kelk sighs once more. "You may pass. The temple is open to you. May Yevon forgive me."
He goes back the way he came, looking like something is weighing him down.
Kimahri goes to pass, but is stopped.
"No measly runt can pass," one says.
"Howl alone!" The other says.
Kimahri uses the spells he's learned from studying fiends, and soon has the two ronso on the ground, panting for breath.
"No...more...Kimahri...strong," one pants.
"Learned skills well," the other says.
Kimahri says nothing, and stalks past them.
The temple doesn't look much like one from the outside, merely a door carved out of the rock around it, with red liquid pulsing around the design.
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