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FFX-3 Speculation and Developments / Re: Final Fantasy X-2.5 : The Truth
« on: August 14, 2015, 09:30:01 am »
Haha, I'm back !  :D

The new chapters are online.  ;D

Chapter 26

Yuna was seated on a wooden crate, on the pontoon of a boat devoured by rust. The hull had been repaired in several places. The boat was as big as the S.S. Liki, which shuttled back and forth between Besaid and Kilika. Yuna recognized the person represented on the figurehead: Anli, god of travellers.

Yuna turned around. Her skiff was floating on a sea of oil. On the starboard, she recognized the silhouette of an island.


She spun round. An old thin man was seated on another crate.

"Nice to meet you Summoner Ifahnal. Or maybe do you prefer Johit?"

"Yes, please."

His white hairs, mustache and beard were contrasting with the black color of his robe. The edge of his hood was hiding his eyebrows. When he moved, Yuna noticed that they were white too.

"I have lived for ninety years. I have become an Unsent because I had to carry some things out, but..."

He shrugged, tired.

"I have only understood after my death that it would have been better for me to die much earlier. It must be a little unpleasant for you to meet an old man like me. I may not look like much, but when I was young, I dyed my hair in red... I was really stupid."

He stayed silent.


"I prefer that you call me Sire Johit."

"Naturally," she answered despite her irritation. "Sire Johit, have you also summoned this boat?"

"Well, yes. Unfortunaly, I am not close anymore to the Aeon Core – that which you call "Fayth" -, therefore I can only recreate some places she knows well. The island is my strong point. If summoning is the materialization of the close link between Summoner and Aeon Core... let us say that I am using a distant link. Do not laugh. That is what happens when you create too many Aeon Cores, but I was ignorant of that fact."

"Summoners create the Fayths?" Yuna was surprised.

"That is how summoning worked in former times. The technique you use now has been altered in order to satisfy the Church of Yevon. You work with the fayth you were assigned, in order to create only what he wants. By forwarding your thoughts to him, you increase the power of the Aeon. An adaption certainly executed in order to facilitate the task during a battle."

"I can't believe it..."

"What is surprising you?"

"Everything I believed to be true was a lie."

"Somehow, it was. You have lived while being convinced of something... This has become your reality."

"I thought Aeons had disappeared from Spira forever, since Fayths are no more. And I didn't want to pratice anymore. I was convinced that summoning was just a weapon. But if it's not the case, if I can create islands and boats... I'm able to do a lot for everyone else, more than just dispense advice to them and send them into the other world after their death."

Johit put his hand on Yuna's. The body of the old man gleamed, and the young woman felt a consciousness – no, a knowledge – moving from Johit to her. He was passing down to her the technique to create a Aeon Core.


What she saw made her blush.

"Sorry. That is how I proceeded. If you manage to achieve a similar state, you can do it differently. Thereafter, I developed a simpler method. But since this method skips some steps, there is a lack of power. This is a crual technique, to use sparingly. I advise you against resorting to it because you need a boat."

He shrugged and turned towards the island. Yuna imitated him.

"How many fayths do you need to summon this island?" She suddenly asked.

Countless persons had been required to recreate the city of Zanarkand.

For a moment, the man lowered his eyes. Yuna looked at the deck he was contemplating, before understanding. A shiver crossed along her spine.

"Do you want to see?"


"I insist. Else, I will not listen to your request," he answered with a serious tone. "Your wish is to go back to your Besaid, is it not?"

She raised her eyes. Johit was pointing out at a hatch, in a corner of the deck. He stood up straight and opened it, revealing stairs which sank into dark. A smell of rust and death assailed Yuna.

Chapter 25

"My memories are back!"

Bria was lying on the floor, tied up, but still impressive. Shinra had never met such a man.

More than ever, the boy was delighted to have chosen one day to hide behind his glasses and his mask and to join the Gullwings. His lack of experience, because of his young age, was a problem that his brilliance did not manage to resolve. Worse still, he had been the chosen victim of mocking and bullying. His getup hid his distress or his tears, but he could not prevent his voice from trembling.

He decided to stay silent until he regain his composure. Fortunately, his interlocutor appeared to not care about being the only one to talk.

"Numerous memories have come back into my mind. Yet, a conversation between a Bedohl and myself seems like a new experience, currently. A brat, to be sure."

Shinra shrugged. He did not feel up to do more.

"But I've lost comrades because of underestimating a child due to his youth, so..."

Bria shook his head, as if to show that he will not repeat this error. He wriggled to sit up straight, cross-legged. On his guard, Shinra was waiting for the next move of the prisoner. Was he going to tell him how his comrades had died? If he was going to do so, there was a good chance that he would lose his temper, and the situation could become dangerous...

But the man changed the subject.

"You don't intend to call for help ?"

Shinra shook his head. Bria grumbled and stayed quiet. Relieved by his mutism, the boy began to examinate him. His hair and his mustache were hiding his face, and it was difficult to discern his expression. His faded look seemed to hide a secret. Shinra did not trust this man, and he knew it was the same for Lulu.

For a moment, Bria stared at Shinra in turn, before lowering his eyes.

"Leave me alone," he whispered.

His back suddenly stooped, as if the arrogance that had been supporting him so far had disappeared.

It was the perfect time to leave the room, the boy thought.

"What is a  Bedohl? Why do you call me that, sir?"

Shinra had spoken with a tone more polite than the prisoner deserved, and he regretted it. But rephrasing it was not an option: that would lead him to admit that he had made a mistake.

The man sit up straight with a sour laugh

"All the Bedohls were like you. Now, people say "Al Bhed". In the past, a man named "Alb" was their leader. Some people called them "Alb's Bedohls" or "Albedohls". It's the Church who's decided to call you "Al Bhed". A name easier to spew out, I guess. It's just a simple patch, like all the teachings of Yevon."

"I didn't know. Nobody has told us about this."

This admission was not showing his best light to to the prisoner, but he paid that no mind. His main objective was first to draw his interlocutor out. Bria nodded kindly.

"Since it's origin, this world was governed by beings endowed with supernatural abilities. Those who have predispostions to magic and mastered it have always been given an advantage, and they have jealously guarded it until now. The daily life of the destitute people has been cruel for a long time. Think carefully: back in the days, magic was the only way to produce a flame. The Bedohls are the ones who have turned the tide. Their inventions have been called "machines" or "machinas" and have spread out all over the world. Of course, the people in charge did not appreciate that. But they knew the Bedohls were useful. Instead of forbiding them, they tried to find a way to take advantage of them. 'To coexist and to prosper', that was their motto."

Shinra was hanging onto Bria's every word. In the boy's mind, Spira's history had always begun with the Machina War. It was the first he was hearing talk of events preceding  this conlict.

"But the faults are on both sides. The Bedohls have become more and more audacious, and the governments more and more tyrannical. Your ancestors carried on creating machines, but they were considered inferior to livestock from then on."

"But if that's the case, why..."

"Why did they carry on creating their machines ? Because if they refused to do it, they were killed. They have designed, built and maintained the weapons of the conflict. Rather than refusing and dying, they have chosen to live," Bria explained in a serious tone, before letting out a new sour laugh. "The Bedohls were really strange. They had created a hierarchy between them : those who had the monopoly on construction, those who could only use basic techniques, those who were restricted to physical work..."

The prisoner suddenly appeared to be sad.

"You're the descendants of the most destitute Bedohls."

"And what happened to Alb? You said we owed our name to him..."

"Let's say there was no room for him in the world of Yevon. I didn't even have to kill him."

"Excuse me?"

Shinra had thought that the man, passionate about history, liked to show off his knowledge. But he was apparently crazy. The boy knew that the mentaly ill could sometimes describe with realism a world which only existed in his mind. Maybe this was the case for Bria?

"The Alb I have known was just one of those who had taken on the name of the god of workers. His life and his death have probably changed nothing in history..."

He was appearing to stare into space. Shinra would not have been able to say if he was distracted or lost in his memories.

"Eh!" Bria let out with a familiar tone. "What is your name?"


"Can you untie me, Shinra?"

"No, I can't."

"If you can't untie the knots, you can at least cut the cord."

"Hey! I'm not a kid!" The boy protested.

Howewer, Bria had not talked mockingly.

"Your airship is rooted to the post, right?"

"I don't see what..."

"And what if I tell you I know how to repair it?"

"You can do that, really?"

Those machines are designed so that they stop working after some time."


"For two reasons. First, you need to proceed to regular inspections. But if a machine still works without these inspections, nobody takes the time to do it, until an accident happen. And of course, the Bedohls would be given the blame for this. So, the mechanisms stop from time to time in order to maintain them. Furthermore, only Alb and his Bedohls knew how to put them back in working order. Thanks to that, they were indispensable. The governement could not eliminate them if they wanted to use their machines."

"This plan was not really great..."

"They couldn't plan ahead that the whole world was going to fall in the grip of a man determined to drop all technology."

Bria laughed, as if indifferent to the past events.

"How can you repair the airship ? You're not Bedohl."

"I've worked in Bevelle. Do you know what it looks like, from the inside?"

"A machine?"

"Exactly. And since the Bedohls are forbidden to enter the citadel, several persons had to learn how to maintain it. I'm a part of these initiated persons. I can't repair a damaged or broken mechanism, but I can restart it after a programmed stop."

"And you know the architecture of the machines? Like the engine, for example?"

"It depends on the model."


"I've been forbidden to inscribe these knowledges, but everything is still in mind."

"Excellent! That's great!"

The boy untied the prisoner quickly.

"Let's hurry Bria, The Fahrenheit is waiting for us!"

Behaving like a excited child,  the boy was bouncing up and down.

"Thanks, Shinra..."

Bria stood up straight slowly, and suddenly gave a knee-strike to the chest of the young man. He had aimed at the stomach, but too bad: his victim was lying on the floor, inert. The man was not feeling guilty at all. Shinra was admittedly a child, but a Bedohl above all else.

"And don't call me Bria. I'm Sloan."

The time had come for him to take on the vengeful name that his comrade had himself taken on in the past.

From now on, he knew that he was an incarnate spirit. He held out his hand before him. It seemed that he was seeing it gleaming. Since he had discovered his condition, how long was he going to be able to maintain his body and his mind?

"I should hurry."

EDIT: I think some of the Al Bhed language in the translation is off. "Good evening" is actually "Kuut ajahehk". Fyi ;)

Oh ! It seems that I used the translator the wrong way... for one word ? Strange... I'll fix that ! Thanks !  ;)

Well, a lot of chapters have been released recently !  ;D

I love the fact that some towns had a different name in the past. It's like Lutece and Paris. Nojima did a good job there.  :D

About the next chapter, I'm sure you'll like it, it deals with the Al Bhed. But I think CrystalOfLies won't be happy at the end of the chapter.  :P

Chapter 24

Yuna had decided to walk around the island, alone, because staying with Tidus was too difficult. She had returned to the starting point, the circular room, but had not found a solution to the problem. She wishes she would have been able to share the pain inside her with her partner, to give him some relief. Was she in the wrong? Maybe could she save him from this suffering.

But another problem was preoccupying her...

"Killing a young girl."

If she told Tidus about the request of the summoner, would her former guardian accede to it? Maybe, if he thought he could please Yuna. Egocentric thought, she was aware of that, but she knew that the young man was often eager to please her.

"No", she declared aloud, "he would never do that, even for me."

"Vous wanted to be alone?"

Kush was standing against the altar, under the gaze of the statues.

"No, but staying with him was too difficult for me. I'm bad at hiding, and he always manages to know what I think. His considerations are hard to bear..."

Kush shrugged and laughed quietly.


"He said the same thing. And he understands very well your need of solitude. Vous are very fortunate."

Yuna had the impression that Kush was making fun of her. She wanted to object, but changed her mind: after all, she was talking to a swarm of pyreflies.

She quickly came closer to the altar. The Aeon Core stepped backwards but Yuna grasped her hand and concentrated. Kush's skin began to shine.

"Is that your opinion, Summoner?"

Such aggressiveness.

"That's because you're unreasonable. You remind me of Yunalesca."

The Summoner Princess? You are offending me.

"Could you at least tell me your name?"

He did not answer.

Yuna turned towards the statues and began to enumerate them :

"Luchera, Guard, Alb, Valm, Kanaela, Sloan, Meiyoh, Mikka, Gekkoh, Romand, Anli, Ifahnal..."

Kush's silhouette trembled.

"Ifahnal ? 'Grant us beauty'?"

It does not look like me.

"Then what's your real name?"

Johit. From Muca.


South of the continent.

"Ah, Luca."


"Would you accord me an interview?" Yuna asked in the same respectful tone as Kush.

There was a silence, then a throat clearing.

Very well. But I am an Unsent, and I wish to disappear only when I will have decided it. Do I have your word?

"I promise you, I will not send you into the other world. Where do I have to meet you?"

Stay here, I am going to prepare the place of our meeting.

The illusion was so powerful that Yuna had forgotten everything around her was summoned. These events were unprecedented for her. Her and him practiced the same art, but they mastered very different techniques.

This is normal, Johit declared. We have contemplated a identical reality, but we have not understood it in the same manner, and each of us has believed in a distinct illusion.

Kush was fluttering like the scorching summer air, and was shining so strongly that Yuna had to protect her eyes.

Chapter 23

They took Bria to his cell, in the temple, and tied him to a pillar. Then Wakka and the Gullwings went back about their business. Bria was not really unconscious, but rather in a deep sleep. The monk who lived in the temple was looking after him. Lulu, hanging back, swept the room with her eyes, greeted the clergyman and went out in her turn.

This man had arrived in Besaid about ten years earlier, and was currently in charge of  welcoming the public, both the inhabitants of the island and the tourists. This mission guaranteed him very busy days, but apart from that he hardly spoke. Therefore, it was difficult to know more about him, yet Lulu trusted him. After the fall of Yevon, he had responded to the anxiety of the oldest villagers. She had observed him for a long time, therefore she knew that he was open-minded and practical.

He had reassured everyone, explaining that it was the teachings which were at fault, not the villagers.

At that time, there was another monk living in Besaid, but he had turned into a monster. Before that, he was a man in the prime of life, whose head was divided by two thick eyebrows. More than a clergyman, he was an dogged scholarly person. When he was not in his cell surrounded with his books, you could find him in the holy of the holies that he cleaned and watched, zealous.

Since Yuna had defeated Sin, people had caught sight of him hanging around here and there on the island.

I wonder what he was doing, Lulu thought.

He had arrived at the temple three years earlier, and had spent all this time between these walls.

After the fall of Yevon, he has maybe discovered an interest for the outside world.

Two months earlier, she had learnt he had to return to Bevelle. Bria had come to replace him. A short time afterwards, the monk had disappeared in the dead of night. Witnesses had caught a glimpse of him, late at night, and early morning, he was no more. It would have been impossible for him to return to the Citadel in the meantime. Not to mention he had not gathered his things, and had left his belongings behind him.

Not surprising, since he has turned into a monster!

Lulu had seen him with her own eyes, trampling while letting out this strange cry : "Bria Bria Bria". This was not an auditory hallucination, she was sure about that.

She turned round to gaze one last time at the door of the cell.


Hidden behind the temple, Shinra saw Lulu returning to her tent. Then he whispered in al bhed :

"She's finally gone."

"Let's end this," Brother answered in the same language.

"Okay, you deal with the monk while I talk with Bria."

"I want to talk with him too!"

"No, you make too much noise," Shinra responded to him.

"You damn brat!" Their leader protested.

"Shh! There's no time to lose."

"All right. Gullwings, men's section, let's go!"

They slipped to the entrance. Hardly had they crossed the heavy leaf when the monk noticed them.

"Did you forget something?"

Brother nodded and headed to the door located under the stairs.

"This is the room of the High Summoner," the monk informed him.


Brother changed direction and came closer to the other door.

"You did that on purpose, right?" Buddy teased him.

"Zip it!"

"Anyway," Shinra took apart, "there's no point in all three of us meeting with Bria. That's not what we agreed to do."

"All right, I don't like to seem rude, but I don't have the choice," Buddy pointed out before throwing himself on the monk.

The monk tried to run away, but the Al Bhed was faster. He caught him up, grasped him round the waist and joined his hands together around the man. The monk could not move at all. Straight after, Brother removed the polarizing glasses Poto was wearing and put them on the face of the clergyman.

Ignoring the protests of the victim, he burst out laughing when he saw the long eyelashes and the big eyes of Buddy. Straight after, he increased the light filtration of the glasses to the full.

"I can't see anything ! What did you do?"

"It's necessary for the time being," Buddy explained. "Now, go for the mouth!"

Brother gagged the monk with his big hand.

"I will let you take care of him," Shinra declared before crossing the door which led to the cells.

He heard what may be a noise of struggle, but he had just entered Bria's room, and he was petrified by a piercing look.

"Close the door behind you," the prisoner ordered quietly.

No, alone, I am not up to it, I need some help, the boy thought.

Yet, he complied obediently.

"Good Bedohl."

Chapter 22

But where was Yuna?

The young woman had wanted to isolate herself. Tidus had insisted that Yuna does not move away too far, in order for him to hear her whistlings if need be. She had left just past noon. The sun was going to set, and she had not come back yet.

Tidus had settled himself in the room where they had regained consciousness. He followed the hallway and went out. Though the leaves of the trees, he was distinguishing the statue of Luchera. Another silhouette was standing near her.

"Yuna!" He shouted.

She turned and waved at him. But she was not looking at the right place. The trees were certainly preventing her from seeing him.

"Sir Tidus..."

Kushu appeared before him. He had understood that she was not a woman, but he did not know her true shape. Yuna cetainly knew, but she had not said anything, and he was refusing to ask her: he did not want to be unpleasant with her.

How about asking the right person?

"What are you, Kush ? Well, I mean..."

"Vous do not know ? I am an aeon."


"Lady Yuna did not tell vous about our request?"

"About what?"

"We asked her to do something, but our conversation was two days ago, and..."

"What do you want from us?"

"Not both of you. Only vous, Tidus," Kush answered with a smile.

Her dimples were very lovely.

"go ahead and ask me."

Chapter 21

He suddenly opened his eyes while shouting "Kush", and then he lost consciousness once again. What is wrong with him? Rikku asked.

Wakka was not looking at Bria, but Lulu, who was silent.

"Was it necessary to tie him up?" He asked with a careful tone.

Lying before the stele standing on the top of the hill, bound hand and foot, Bria was still uncouscious.

"Whose side are you on?" Rikku responded to him.

"He's not a poor sod," Wakka protested. "I've only known him for one month, but he doesn't content himself with his work at the temple. He takes part in the chores of the village. And the elders like him. If they were to see him in this state... it makes me shudder."

"Yes, but..." Rikku started to protest.

"Originally, it was Brother who provoked him," Paine declared calmly. "Admittedly, he got out a knife but I don't think it was intented for one of us. I've had the impression he was seeing someone else. He was... staring into space."

"He was completely out his mind. This guy is dangerous."

"Say, Lu, what do we do?" Wakka asked.

"Something is wrong with him," Lulu said, "but we can't leave him here, in public view. The elders like him... We should take him to his room. Over there, we'll be able to examine him."

She nodded, resolute, and turned towards Buddy and Brother, who, seated on the ground, were listening in silence. They immediately leapt to their feet.

"You two, take him to the room."

"Ihtancduut," Brother shouted, standing at attention.

"Let's go," Wakka said, "I'm worried about Vidina."

"Why?" Lulu asked.

"Because I left him with the grandmothers!"

"I trust them more than you to take care of him..."

"You're unfair!" Wakka exclaimed, indignant.

Paine laughed quietly.

"No laughing when Yuna's not here!" Brother added, who was helping Buddy to stand Bria back up, and left him untied from now on.

Chapter 20

Night fell, and Bria was walking around Besaid. He walked along the coast despite the boulders which were making the progression difficult, explored inaccesible caves and parts of the forest where nobody has ever gone before. He did not see anywhere the monstruous monk Lulu had told him about.

As a rule, he let them rest in peace. But there were two former guardians in the village, and those persons could draw decaying spirits out. The situation would be even more complicated if Yuna and Tidus were present. He wanted to solve this problem before their return.

He was coming closer to the hill. The Navel of the night was shining in the sky.

The Navel of the night, not Anli’s Eye.

The woman he had told that the star was called Anli’s Eye had been so fond of this name that she had named her little tavern that she inherited from her parents, after it. On the verge of bankruptcy, she had bet that it would have brought her luck. She lost that bet.

Several warrior monks had come to fetch her to take her to the fortress of Bevelle. She was eight months pregnant that day. She had never come back. A short time later, a warrior had come back to the tavern with a wood box containing a newborn who would not stop crying :  Bria’s daughter.

His wife had suffered a thousand tortures and, just before dying, had given birth to this child. The maesters of Yevon wanted to know where she had heard of the name “Anli’s Eye”, and would stop at nothing to find out. Until the end, she had protected Bria.

The warrior who had brought the child to him had offered his condolences, then had recommended him to run away.

He had told him his family owned an inn on the edge ofMacalania lake and was looking for a handyman. The warrior was named Gekkoh. Bria had taken an interest in the origin of his name and Gekkoh had glanced at him askance before telling him it originated from a famed ancestor.

Bria did not know why he had asked this question. Likewise, he did not understand how “Anli’s Eye” had come to his mind. To this day, he was still ignoring that.

Thanks to the recommendation of Gekkoh, Bria obtained the job at Macalania Lake. The mother of the innkeeper took care of the infant. Bria had named her Luchera. The name came to his mind instantaneously, and he had not managed to find another one thereafter.

But this name had posed a problem too.

One day, when the child was almost five years old, a monk had come from the temple of Macalania to ask some questions. Bria feared for his safety, but the innkeeper, who was a longstanding friend, interceded. Instead of sending a report to Bevelle, the monk demanded that Bria change the name of the child.

Bria was incapable of finding another name : he was convinced that, whatever he choose, it would bring misfortune to his daughter. In the end, the monk in question and the old woman who took care of her decided to name her Mohra. Bria found this name banal, but he hoped that it would provide a peaceful life to her child.

When Mohra was twenty, she was proposed to by a man. In the course of his visits, this regular customer had fallen in love with the young girl. She felt affection for the man too, and the union was encouraged. As long as her daughter agreed, Bria had no reason for being opposed to it. In order to explain the absence of her wife, he affirmed that she died because of a disease.

The banquet took place in the huge room of the inn. Many friends of the groom came, and went into ecstastics in the face of the beauty of the bride, who was wearing wonderful wedding garb. In the corner of the room, Bria was observing his daughter. He was torn between joy and sadness.

“You bastard!” The father of the groom had suddenly shouted.

He had come from Bevelle for the occasion and Bria still remembered his voice and his breath which reeked of alcohol.

“It’s you who killed Meroh!”

The man told the audience how Bria had duped the woman in Bevelle, had meddled with their family, and had managed to change the name of the establishment, which had caused the death of the lady, Meroh.

In the past, the man was a regular customer, and after the departure of Bria and his daughter, he had heard of this rumor.

Bria denied this. Some guests evoked the existence of a double, others thought it was just the delirium of a drunkard. But the man added :

“You’re fishy. It’s been twenty years, and yet you’ve not changed. I’ve lost my hair and I’ve got a paunch, but what about you? Nothing! What are you? A monster? An Unsent? For how long do you plan to stay in this world?”

Mohra burst into tears, and the innkeepers lowered their head.

Bria had always contented himself with a modest job and avoided appearing in public as much as possible.

He let his mustache grow, then shaved it, in order to give the illusion of change. But he did not age, and a attentive observer could not ignore it.

Out of respect for the innnkeepers, the neighbours had not said anything, but since her chilhood, Mohra found the situation hard to bear.

Bria left. He could not talk with her anymore, but he kept watching over her.

The marriage was cancelled. The next year, the mother of the innkeeper died. Three years later, the owner of the establishment and his wife left for a trip. Along the way, they were attacked by Sin, and none saw them again. That is right: at this time, Sin came back.

Against all odds, Mohra took over the inn. But the reputation of the place had been affected, and there were less and less customers. Forced to close the inn, the young woman got rid of it, came back to Bevelle, and entered holy orders.

Bria did not know what was inside the mind of his daughter and what was best for her. He had not the instinct of a father. He was not cut out for having a family.

Mohra led a long and fulfilling life. She rose in the ranks of the religious hierarchy, and when she passed away, at the age of eighty, her obsequies were spectular. Bria attended them from afar. He had not changed since her birth.

By a cruel quirk of fate, he was incapable of remembering the face of his wife. He only remembered the words of their first conversation. Sitting down in a shabby tavern, he listened to the other customers and that is how he learnt that the daughter of the innkeeper was named Meroh. She was a hard-working and conscientious young girl, morevover without specific charm. But Bria did not care about that, and he came back to see her, day after day, attracted by her name. He had the impression that this word contained the key to a secret buried in the depths of himself : why he did not age.

His former life, that is before he met Meroh, was bound to a mystery. As if his memory was nibbled by worms, composed of disjointed snatches. His twenty-five early years had been swallowed by a dark hole.

He thought that if he managed to fill this gap of memory, he would be appeased and could finally die.

As centuries passed, while he was feeling guilty because of what had happened with Mohra and Meroh, he kept believing that.

How long has it been since that time ? Maybe a thousand years.

Only fragments of memories remained in his mind.

He spent most of his time as a warrior-monk in Bevelle. As soon as a comrade noticed Bria did not age, he resigned and disappeared. He kept a low profile about fifty years, while waiting for those who knew him to die. Then he went back to military life, in Bevelle once again, because he thought he was closer to the key to the mystery over there. He was wrong. He must have had to come to Besaid much earlier.

"But this is not my first visit… Well, I don’t think so."

A memory of the temple of Besaid came into his mind. At that time, there were only two High Summoner statues.

"And that hill…"

He had climbed it so many times! The scupture of a young teenage-like girl was standing on the side of the path.

Bria closed his eyes.

Only two High Summoner statues. At that time, the one of the goddess had already disappeared.

No, they are two different periods. But howewer hard he tried to search his memories, he could not learn anything else from them.

Sometimes, days were so similar that it was difficult to remember the past. That was not the case for Bria. Someone had stolen his story.

Who could be so maleficent?

He decided to go back to the village to talk with the elders.

They always narrated to him the same anecdotes, and Bria could recite their entire life by heart. They had led humble lifes, in the shadow of the teachings of Yevon, but as days passed, Bria liked them more and more.

“Kuut ajahehk.”

Bria turned round and discovered beings with absurd faces. The one who had spoken was a blond-haired boy, who was wearing big protective eyewear, whilst night had fallen. Beside him, a man with a wild look was exhibiting his torso and stomach, naked and tattooed with flames. Some friends of Yuna.

“Kuut ajahehk.”

The tatooed man greeted him in his turn, in Al Bhed, indifferent. Bria trembled. Al Bhed had renounced the teachings of Yevon, but that was not what caused his hatred. He hated their language. It reminded him of sadness and anger. He turned his back on them, waiting for them to leave.

“Is he ignoring us?” The boy wearing glasses asked.

“Because we’re just dirty Al Bhed. Ra'c mucehk rec rayt,” the tatooed man spat.

Bria was feeling sick.

“Eh, wait a minute!” A feminine voice added. “What are you doing, Brother?”

Bria heard people approaching. Some friends of Yuna once again, he supposed. The girl who speaks loud and the calm and short-haired woman. His only wish at the moment was for them to quickly go on their way.

“This old man is disrespecting us,” the boy wearing glasses answered.

Bria turned round in order to apologize, but he found himself face to face with the tattooed man.

The Al Bhed was staring at him, scowling. He was so close that Bria could see the spirals in his eyes.

“Mind your manners, sickening Bedohl!” Bria exclaimed.

He spit in the face of the tatooed man, who stepped backwards. The Al Bhed seemed saddened.

“It was a joke!” He protested on a pitiful tone.

Bria stepped backwards in his turn. He was astounbed by his words. Where did they come from? Probably from the place where Anli’s Eye, Luchera and Meroh were imprisoned.

“Big bro behaved badly, but that isn't a reason to spit in his face!” a feminine voice said.

“Don’t interfere, Rikku!” The boy wearing glasses answered.

“It was a joke!” the tattoed man repeated.

“Our peaceful party comes to an end,” a child’s voice took apart.

Bria turned his head.

“A false Bedohl!” He exclaimed.

Under the influence of emotion, his sight became blurred. He did not know anymore what was standing in front of him.

These glasses, this gas mask, this yellow suit… there was no doubt about it.

Gunshots behind me. A Bedohl in yellow, with a clumsy walk. Smoke is still escaping from the barrel of the riffle he is tightening under his left arm. I do not know how many bullets he has fired.

Turning his nose up at the man wearing glasses and his tattoed comrade, disdaining the two women, he headed for the false Bedohl. But his legs were so weak that he lost his balance. He held himself up as he could. He must have been appearing very clumsy in their eyes. To think that these subhumans were going to laugh at him!

One of their people has killed me.

Submerged by anger, he unsheathed his dagger.

“He’s serious?” A voice exclaimed.

The short-haired woman stood in his way and, with a kick, took his dagger away from him.

She is not a Bedohl, he thought, just as he received a blow on the back of his neck.

He fell down.

“What are you talking about?”

The half-naked Bedohl kneeled down and lean on him. Under her slender muscles, we could barely make out her ribs. Bria suddenly felt a desire he had not experienced for a long time.

“Why?” He exclaimed.

For a Bedohl?

“That's my question! They just greeted you.”

She leaned on him even more closely.

“Pfft…” She let out with a scornful tone.

Embarrassed, he turned away. He looked at the false Bedohl, who was walking slowly towards him.

“You’ve been saying Bedohl since our meeting. What is that?”

“Don’t come closer!”

Bria was about to lose consciousness.

The Bedohl has slapped the woman. I have wanted to go for his throat, but Ifahnal has held me back.

Ifahnal ?

A second slap, and Kush has opened her eyes.

Haha !  :D

Well, I'm tired so I will post all the chapters tomorrow. It's currently 4:20 am in France, so expect the chapters around 2:00 pm.

Yeah !  :D

I think some of you wonder why the chapters are not online yet. Well, let's say someone did a little mistake huhuhu  :P

Done with chapters 20, 21 and 22 !

Things are starting to accelerate ! The end is near...  :)

Hey ! I was in a good mood today, so I translated the whole chapter !  :D

From now on, the chapters are short, so the releases will be more frequent/common/usual (choose the right word, I don't know which one is correct)  ;D

Shuyin has nothing to do with my clues.

The next chapter is about Bria's past.

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