A Story Left Untold

But there had to have been a way. The crowds were just watching but they had nothing to really contribute and even listen in on this conversation. In his head, he wanted to find his one way exit and something told him that Midgar or Edge wasn’t anywhere in this land.

So he knew nothing of Spira then. Who was this strange man and how did he get here? Sin should be the only way anyone could reach this Zanarkand. Was there another way? He had many questions for the mysterious figure.

"What are you talking about?" The boy responded through gritted teeth. His fist clenched as he watched the man take a step forward, but when the flames revealed who stood before him all Auron could do was stare in awe and fear. The coat was a dead giveaway, but it was everything that accentuated the elder that took the young swordsman aback. The grey hair, the slung arm, that scar across his eye. It was in Auron’s better nature not to believe this man…but if he was telling the truth, was this his fate?

Auron waited in silence as the boy took it all in. His reaction was only natural. Even the elder guardian had been surprised by this odd twist of fate. But he kept his composure. Not much phased him these days. Years of living in regret and grief will do that to you. It was ironic, he thought, to see how much he'd changed in ten years. He was no longer the brash young warrior he used to be.

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