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Re: ~Eternal Cost~: French to English Translation
« Reply #15 on: July 11, 2015, 09:05:06 am »
Chapter 18

   “Yuna? Yuna!”

   Someone was shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw Tidus, leaning over her. She did not recognize the ceiling above him.

   “You scared me,” he sighed. “You weren't responding at all; I thought you were dead!”

   “Dead?” Me or you?” she asked.

   A searing pain immediately manifested itself inside her head, and she held it in her hands.

   “You all right? You must have hit your head strongly,” the young man declared.

   She was not able to remember why she had asked this strange question about their possible death. She appeared to have a feeling about something atrocious related to Tidus, and about a will to save him...

   “I have more than anything the impression that I cried a lot,” she answered.

   He lay beside her.

   “Me either, I don't remember what happened, but I'm hurting all over.”

   “We've found rags in the trees, and we've thought they would lead us to a village.”

   “I remember now. We've wanted to explore the forest Luchera seemed to protect, and we... uh? I can't remember.”

   She searched inside her memories, but only found a vast sadness.

   “I ran after something,” Tidus said.

   Yuna stood up straight very carefully, in order to not awaken her headache.

   “We must stop thinking about this,” she declared.

   “Easier said than done. It's coming to my mind continuously.”

   “It's because we're stuck inside this little dark room. Let's go out!”

   She took the time to look around her: the walls and the floor were made of stone. A filthy smell was making her nauseous, but she did not know if it was coming from the room or the air itself. She got back on her feet slowly, and noticed she was dressed. She examined her new green dress, ornamented with geometrical patterns on the sleeves and the hem.

   They went out and found themselves in a hallway with a tortuous floor. They saw other places, similar to the one they had just left. The place was dilapidated, and they found no clue about its function. As they were exploring, the smell, still strong, was making Yuna retch more and more vehemently.

   They had no idea about the path to follow or what they were about to find there. Yet, they had to run this risk.

   “But what smells so bad?” she ended up asking. “I have difficulty in breathing.”

   “This is a very ancient smell. Don't be offended, but I smelt something similar the first time I entered the temple.”

   “In Besaid? But this is my home!”

   “That's why I asked you to not be offended. You always smell good, and I got used to the smell of the temple.”

   She understood quickly that he was right.

   “It's like the cloister of trials,” she noticed. “In Besaid, it leads to the chamber of the fayth, at the end of the temple.”

   “But of course, that's right!” Tidus exclaimed.

   Yuna, in her case, found every conclusion premature. Finding similarities with a place she was familiar with was appeasing her, but there were some differences too. The mysterious corridor was much bigger than the one in Besaid. They turned on a corner, and the impression of familiarity vanished immediately: this corner should not have existed.

   “It's too big, no?” Tidus asked.

   “Yes. But if the hallway and the rooms from now on were underground...”

   Would the place correspond to the temple in her mind? She was not sure about that.

   “It's bugging me!” she exclaimed.

   “What's wrong?”

   “I don't understand anything! How are we supposed to return home if I don't understand anything?”

   “You're asking too much, Yuna.”

   She felt anger building inside her, but he took her hand straight away and resumed:

   “I have a hunch that everything will be fine from now on.”


   “Because people living here rescued us. They wouldn't have done it if they had bad intentions.”

   Still hand in hand, the young people pushed the door on which revealed the hallway. It opened onto the top step of long stairs which went down towards a huge circular room.

   “Just like the temple in Besaid,” Yuna whispered.

   “But they're not High Summoners,” Tidus answered while pointing out at the stone statues lined up along the wall.

   ‘These people are all dead,’ Yuna thought without knowing the reason. She was feeling Tidus’ hand holding hers strongly.

   “Look, the statue of Luchera,” the young man whispered. “She's so sad.”

   “That's right. But why do you think that she's sad?”

   “Because of all people who died here. The past of this place contain so much pain...”

   “How can we be sure about this?” she insisted.

   “Someone wishes we understood him. Certainly the one who helped us.”

   “He may expect us to do something.”

   “But what?”

   “Let's look for it!”

   “You're right. You'll find it, I'm sure about it.”

   She gave him a severe look, but a smile stretched her lips when she answered him:

   “You sure are confident.”

   “In you? Always!”


   Their unease vanished as they were exploring. They started to examine the statues which were enlivening the circular room. Each of them was perched on a base which bore an inscription – probably the name of the represented person.

   Tidus quickly noticed the old man they had already met on the island. Supplied with a hat, a beard and a big bag, he was wearing a staff in his hand. The beak and the big cat tail were present too.

   “That's not O'aka,” he declared while laughing.

   He pointed out at the name engraved on the base:

   “Anli, god of travellers. May you guide us on earth and on sea. And look at this one!”

   He sidestepped to reveal another silhouette. Half naked but covered with an impressive armour, Luchera was holding a light sword in her hand.

   “Luchera, goddess of war. Give us bravery and wisdom in the middle of the battle. Protect us with your outspread wings."

   “Thus, this frail little girl watched over the place.”

   Tidus hurried Yuna to examine the statues of the other divinities.

   "Kush, goddess of abundance, give us our meal and the family to share it."

   "Guard, protector of the Farplane, grant us calm and explosion."

   "Valm, god of order, give us stability.”

   "Kanaela, goddess of the moon, protect us against darkness."

   "Sloan, god of vengeance, appease our resentment."

   "Meiyoh, god of the sun, steep us in your light."

   “It's like tales and legends. Or when we say: Victory smile upon us’.”

   Never would have Yuna thought that people had worshipped gods in the past. The only prayers she was aware of were reserved for High Summoners of Yevon or for the fayth who lay dormant in the holy of holies. Sometime, she had turned to the old man who had provided guidance to Yevon during its learning.

   “Maybe people worshipped divinities like these ones before the diffusion of the teachings.”

   “And Yevon would have supported that?” Tidus asked.

   Then, while imitating the voice of the Great Maester Mika, he exclaimed:

   “I forbid you to pronounce those names!”

   It seems that Tidus was the only one able to imitate him in this way, Yuna thought. He had a gift for that.

   “Look at that!”

   The young man was showing a large plate on which were written columns of text.

   “It's the list of the Guards of the summoners,” Tidus declared.

   Yuna felt her pulse beating faster.

   “"Summoners" is written on this plate?” she asked.

   “Come look for yourself.”

   She came closer and the young man resumed loudly:

   "Valm, Sloan..."

   “Aren't they god names?” Yuna asked.

   “Yes, but I'm just reading what is written here.”

   The young woman pouted.

   “And this story about summoners,” she resumed, “what does it mean?”

   “Summoners and their Guards – their guardians? - must have lived on this island and worshipped these gods.”

   “But summoning is a technique of Yevon.”

   “Maybe that's where you're mistaken,” Tidus answered with a pensive air.

   He appeared to feel uncomfortable.

   “Remember, this technique appeared way before the teachings and the foundation of the Church,” he continued. “You told me about of the story related to the war between Bevelle and Zanarkand. Summoners lived at that time, since Yevon sacrificed them...”

   “Another point I hadn't thought of. In my mind, Yevon had created fayths, but I was wrong. I feel like a fool. If I had pondered for a few moments, I would have understood that.”

   “It's because you've been raised with these faiths. After the war, the Church has certainly extended its power all over Spira. Nobody could be at variance with them anymore.”

   She thought of the Al Bhed, which didn't follow the teachings, and of the bad treatment they had had to endure.

   “This place sends shivers down my spine,” Tidus declared. “Let get out of here, okay?”

   Yuna acquiesced, and her partner headed for what should be the big door of the temple in Besaid. The young girl was about to follow in his footsteps when she surveyed the tiling.

   Summoners have treaded upon this floor...

   And summoners mean fayths.

   “Come, Yuna.”

   “Wait, I would like to check something, but we must retrace our steps.”

   “What's on your mind?”

   “I wonder if the fayth is still here.”

   “That's possible. In this case, you could use summoning...”


   “Splendid! But wait, if the war is still raging, you run the risk of being involved with it.”

   “No, I don't think so. I won't let it happen.”

   “So... Where is the fayth? Do you have an idea?”

   “If he's close and willing to provide me a summoning, I should be able to feel his presence. But right now, I can't.”

   “He must be in a farther place,” Tidus concluded.

   But Yuna was thinking of another possibility: he may not be prone to meet her. Few people knew that when it came to summoning, the initiative was not the job of summoners, but fayths.

   “You're right, yet,” she answered. “he's not here. His chamber must be located at the end of the hallway, quite near the room where we've woken up.”

   “Let's go!” Tidus said.

   He set foot on stairs which connected the circular room to the corridor.

   “No, wait!”


   “Before that, I want to know more about this place. We're not in the world of Yevon, and...”

   Yuna seemed to look for words. Tidus waited.

   “Summoner and fayth must establish an intimate link,” she continued. “Many ways exist to do so, even according to the teachings, and the method may be different, depending on the fayth...”

   Tidus put his forefinger on Yuna's lips:

   “I understand. You're scared?”

   She nodded slowly.

   “Then let's forget that. I don't like this story about intimate links. What if the fayth was a man?”

   He forced himself to laugh but without any real feeling.

   Her eyes aiming at the top of the stairs, Yuna sighed. Never would have she thought that she would fear a summoning. She had not practiced for two years. During this period of time, she had changed. She knew that if she failed the aeon could devour her mind. She did not want to run this risk anymore. Fear was tormenting her. But did she have the choice? She was just starting to foresee a way to go back to her world.

   Tidus opened a door located under the stairs, on the left. The number 1, barely visible, was written. In Besaid, it led to the cells of the monks.

   They were making out an inclined plane which sank into the dark. They could smell a strong metallic scent.

   They crossed the threshold and perceived a slight vibration. Yuna remembered the mechanic tower they had heard work on the path of the ruins.

   They arrived in a room even more vast than the one they had just left. The place was overflowing with unknown machines, positioned around a long table and a single chair. Furniture was crumbling under a piling up of tools. Everything was covered with a thick coat of dust, except for a narrow strip on the floor.

   “These machines were used to build other ones,” Tidus whispered.

   “It's a workshop,” Yuna acquiesced.

   Shinra had told her about those "workshops" or "factories". According to the boy, the ancient world must have been overflowing with places like this one, judging from the number of machines it had bequeathed to them.

   “What a smell!” Tidus grimaced. “Let's take a quick look and let's go out of this place. Look, there's a door at the end.”

   He rushed for it and opened it without hesitation:

   “I've found... beds!” he announced. “Bunk beds. The room is huge. A hundred people could sleep there. But there such a stench prevailing in this room!”

   He closed the lead with a pout of disgust and met Yuna. After a brief overview of the room, he pointed out another way out:

   “This way!”

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“Come here, Yuna.”

   A simple glance in this room had been enough for Tidus to understand its function: it was an armoury. He did not know what was supposed to happen in the future, but he could not let escape such an opportunity.

   Three walls were hidden by shelfs which were displaying all kinds of swords. They entered and discovered points of arrows, top of weapon mallets and blades of axes. Yuna assumed that the handles, much as the other parts made of wood, had disintegrated.

   “Everything is rusty, but we can still use some of these weapons,” Tidus noticed.

   He was holding a rapier in his left hand and let his right one hanging around the shelfs, as if he was looking for a specific object.

   “You should choose a weapon,” he recommended to her. The young woman was not delighted at all by this, but a weapon may indeed be useful.

   “Ah, that's it!” Tidus exclaimed.

   He was brandishing a little cobblestone.

   “This's a whetstone,” he explained. “We must get rid of this rust.”

   “You've done it before?”

   “Never. But it must be like with kitchen knives, right?”


   They spend half an hour gathering and preparing their arsenal. Tidus had chosen a double-edged rapier equipped with a bell-shaped guard, and Yuna a dagger. It was a light weapon, with a magnificently polished handle. The young woman wrapped it in a long strip coming from the hem of her dress.

   “There you go!” Tidus exclaimed joyfully, while brandishing his rapier.

   But he was already frowning.

   “Something's wrong?”

   “I got carried away. In my opinion, I've sharpened it too much. I didn't know rust could penetrate the blade. I thought it was superficial.”

   “I see...” Yuna answered, who was ignorant of this too.

   She was anxious, because she was used to buying or receiving weapons, but that was not the case for assembly.

   “I hope we won't meet anybody,” she added.

   Me neither.”

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   They left the armoury and, for lack of rooms to visit, went back up to the circular room.

   “Over here, now!” Tidus declared lightly before opening the door located under the stairs, on the right.

   Yuna read the number two on it.

   The lead was jammed: the young man had to pull with all his strength to make it move.

   “So, what's in there?” he continued.

   Yuna was recognizing him well right now. When he was anxious, he adopted a playful tone.

   “A refectory, I would bet my life on it,” he continued. “There are long metallic tables and chairs. And at the end, it seems to be a kitchen. You want us to explore it?”

   Yuna shook her head. She understood that her partner wanted to postpone their meeting with the fayth, and she appreciated it. But they had waited long enough. She turned towards the top of the stairs:

   “Let's go.”

   Tidus got in her way:

   “Don't you want to breathe fresh air before that?”

   Obstinate, she shook her head even more.
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