Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 17:21:09 GMT
Lezard roi
He had done it. He finally became a summoner. Now he had the power that was necessary to put a stop to Sin. Granted, he hadn’t thought the whole thing out very well. He had no guardian to speak of and he hadn’t traveled outside of Kilika since he had arrived ten years ago. The Priests were unhappy that he had broken in against their word yet seemed to have a less bite to their tone when they learned he had been successful. He was told to head to Besaid for his next Aeon so he at least had a destination in mind and the priest who had looked after him most of his ten years gave him enough money for a fare across the ocean to get to the island. It was nice they were supporting him now that he became a summoner but he still wasn’t prepared. The road of a pilgrimage was a dangerous one and he had no one around to become his Guardian. He had always thought he could be concerned with it after he became a summoner or that perhaps people would line up and offer their blade to service. He knew that wasn’t exactly how it worked. Most Guardians were friends or family from what he gathered and with neither being in any form of supply for him, he was left alone. A lone summoner was likely a dead summoner even with an Aeon by their side. Despite the lack of preparation, the priests were in a hurry for him to start his pilgrimage immediately. “Thank you…” Lezard bowed to the priest and kept his gaze to the floor as he offered what little they could afford to aid him. Even if it was a little more than enough to cover the fare, it was better than nothing. He had some Gil saved up; but he had been saving it for an honest magical staff to replace the cheap imitations that he constructed. It would appear that he’d be required to postpone that purchase for the sake of buying necessities. “Praise be to Yevon. Thank you all for watching over me these past ten years. I hope to bring you the Calm as repayment.” It was the least he could do for having them taken him in. He headed outside of the temple and had immediately headed toward the shop with a knapsack tossed over his shoulder and staff (branch) in one hand. With what little he had, he bought a meager supply of potions to help him on his way. He couldn’t risk spending all his Gil on items even when it appeared he had a fair amount on hand; after all, he did have a boat fare to pay for at the moment. The small pack he was carrying was also full with his spare jacket, a few changes of clothes, a small supply of food, water, and a few books (one of them a study of monster anatomy that he had felt important to bring along). Once he was packed he looked toward the docking area. He could head to Besaid Island and acquire a new Aeon there; that was what had been advised for him to do; however, he also heard it said that summoners had acquired their most powerful Aeon from Bevelle. ’If I go to Bevelle first… and acquire that Aeon, the rest should be smooth sailing.. right?’ He was at a crossroads. On one hand he could follow the advice of the priests and head to Besaid Island and on the other hand he could get the hardest Trials over with sooner rather than later. He turned away from the docks and looked toward the mainland in thought. He had two options: ship to Besaid or ship to Bevelle. He closed his eyes and tapped his staff on his shoulder in thought. ’Yevon guide me…’ He felt Bevelle was calling him. It felt… ‘right’ . |