Setting: FFX, sometime
Theme + Number: (History) Books ~ 40
Summary: Lulu ponders a piece of history.
Crack. The scroll's spine snapped like a chicken bone. Lulu examined the tear and splintered wood abstractly, then looked up to see whether anyone had noticed.
No, of course not. Only Wakka might realize her respect for books and the wrongness of a sacred scroll with its back broken, ragged golden paper showing bone-white along the tear between her chipped fingernails. Rikku glanced over and grinned, shaking her head. "Yevon, hunh?" she asked, taking any smugness out of the question with an understanding smile. "No answers there. But don't worry. We'll save Yunie. We told Yunalesca off. I know Yunie's going to be okay now."
"I think so." Lulu gazed across the fire past Yuna and Tidus with their heads together talking in low, shy voices, to the silhouette in red standing watch at the edge of the circle.
Edge of the spiral. They were trying to change the world. If only it were possible to change it just a little more.
But no. She slipped the shattered wooden stem free of its petals of thin yellow paper, and tapped it against her lips like the end of a stylus. Watching him. Memorizing how he stood there, what he stood for. How would she put that into words?
Legendary hero, the history books would say.
With a sigh, the mage reached for another scroll. A pity one could only write the past, not the future.