Setting: FFX, Via Purifico
Theme + Number: Lost, #7
Summary: Wandering the maze.
Lost your Summoner, Lost your Summoner.
"Shut up." Lulu recalled with disdain Barthello's tearful panic when the musclebound Guardian accosted them in the damp forest of Macalania searching for his lost Dona. On the other hand, she gathered that the bond between the poor brute and his capricious mistress was no mere friendship.
Yuna, my dear sister, you will be strong and whole when I find you, or Yevon will pay.
The Via Purifico, contrary to its name, was a stinking, fetid, humid maze of tunnels full of the effects of past unlucky victims and the slime of those reduced to fiends. How very efficient. Everyone who died down here, lost and afraid, would become fiends to prey on future vistors.
She heard a crunch of bone and swung around, cupping her hands together and pulling power from the darkness into her hands. The flicker of flame seeping out between her reddened fingers revealed a red-clad shape, glasses glinting. She shook out the spell and glided to his side.
"Yuna?" she asked curtly.
"Lost," Auron grunted. "Let's start looking."
Lulu laughed softly. "That girl is never lost. We just can't keep up with her sometimes."
They strode off into the darkness side by side, the mage with deadly determination, the warrior with strong, sure strides as if he owned this haven for the damned. Both had lost Summoners. This time, they would not lose.