The Fantasy Games (Final Fantasy Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: Goodbyes and Greetings

“What have you done!?”

Maintaining Isaaru’s cold furious glare was an accomplishment no one had ever achieved in their lives. His deep brown eyes, turned an almost coal black with the strength of the gaze and gave off the impression that they could penetrate your soul in an instant. Those who were too proud would cringe and avert their eyes, others who weren’t so proud just stubbornly brave would flinch back and find great interest in the floor yet still stand their ground, those who were sane and sensible would run away with either tears of fright in their eyes or flee with suspiciously wet trousers.

Yuna however did none of these things, an accomplishment never achieved by anyone.

It’s a pity she probably wouldn’t return to tell the tale.

She stood her ground and glared straight back, feeling the rage of torn emotions in her soul tug at her patience and cast her usual sense to the wind carelessly. If Isaaru was surprised by this action, he kept up an excellent hard mask over his features.

“I just saved my cousin!” she answered indignantly, placing her hands on her hips and forgetting about the calm exterior she was supposed to have about her.

“And sealed your own fate!” Isaaru snapped back at her, his own usual calm voice becoming louder with each syllable spoken.

“She wouldn’t stand a chance out there! I-”

“And you honestly think you will?” he hissed at her.

“I stand more of a chance than she ever would and more than half of the girls in Sector Ten!” she argued back.

“What about the girls from the other sectors?” he countered viciously.

“I – I don’t… know yet, I haven’t seen them,” she responded lamely. She hadn’t even thought about that until now. If she wanted to survive these games she’d have to fight others along with any fiends that might be unleashed into the arena. She wasn’t scared of a few fiends; she could manage herself but she’d only ever faced fiends found in Sector Ten. How would she fare against foreign ones?

“Not to mention the boys from the other Sectors and as well as fighting fiends, feeding yourself, finding shelter-”

“I promised Rikku that I’d break the spiral of death and I plan on keeping that promise, no matter what,” she said to him firmly, finding her resolve once more.

“Oh for Yevon’s sake, think logically Yuna! You haven’t even completed your training, you have barely touched offensive magic, you-”

“I have my aeons and my white magic, I can learn black magic and I can train in the few weeks before the games,” she interrupted him uncharacteristically. Her gaze softened softly as Isaaru’s words really began to make sense in her head.

Who was she kidding? Sure she was a skilled white mage and did have a great bond with her aeons but she’d need a staff to summon them and she’d need lots of energy to perform some of her stronger spells. Having the strong bond with her aeons had its perks of course, it made it much easier to control darker aeons like Anima, but it also came with its disadvantages. If one of her aeons died in battle, the excruciating pain that would tear through the fabric of her soul would more than likely send her into unconsciousness, that wouldn’t do her much good if she couldn’t defend herself from her opponent and she doubted that they’d show much mercy if the situation occurred.

As for physical fighting, she’d never stand a chance, she couldn’t even lift a sword never mind actually swing it at someone. If someone were to come at her with the long silver demon, she’d be helpless. Perhaps she could learn to use throwing knives as a means to protect herself or copy her cousin and use daggers. She’d need a physical weapon rather than just her magic, something light and easy to carry, perhaps a bow and arrow or guns…