"Lenne..." Maiyah said quietly as her bandages were wrapped, "...You weren't down there for a few hours... The war between Bevelle and Zanarkand... ended a thousand years ago... It ended when a creature was summoned... and it destroyed Zanarkand..." Though whether it destroyed Bevelle too wasn't to Maiyah's knowledge. If it was, then a good number of people survived--possibly hiding in the Underground--and rebuilt the place.
"...We called it 'Sin'... It was an abominable creature... a being that never died unless a Summoner came... and summoned the Final Aeon... and died for it," Maiyah said, "...It became a tradition... and Bevelle turned itself into the capital of Spira's salvation... the foundation for Spira's hope... They organized false teachings... and taught them to the people... condemned the Al Bhed for using Machina, when they themselves still utilized it, deceiving the people and warping Spira's past... Bevelle blamed Zanarkand for using machina and bringing this terrible creature upon us..."
She looked over at Lenne, a pained look on her face, "...I am not from Zanarkand... I was born in Macalania... And raised in Bevelle..."
She sighed softly and looked down at the carpet, "I'm sorry, Lenne. But the Zanarkand you know is gone... it's now nothing but a Necropolis settled on the edge of the world, guarded by the sacred snowy peaks of Mount Gagazet. I can still take you there... but I must warn you... you will not like what you will see..." At least the tourists were gone. That would have killed Lenne for sure, even more than just seeing her once beloved home now in desolate ruins.
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Date: 2009-09-06 01:22 am (UTC)"...We called it 'Sin'... It was an abominable creature... a being that never died unless a Summoner came... and summoned the Final Aeon... and died for it," Maiyah said, "...It became a tradition... and Bevelle turned itself into the capital of Spira's salvation... the foundation for Spira's hope... They organized false teachings... and taught them to the people... condemned the Al Bhed for using Machina, when they themselves still utilized it, deceiving the people and warping Spira's past... Bevelle blamed Zanarkand for using machina and bringing this terrible creature upon us..."
She looked over at Lenne, a pained look on her face, "...I am not from Zanarkand... I was born in Macalania... And raised in Bevelle..."
She sighed softly and looked down at the carpet, "I'm sorry, Lenne. But the Zanarkand you know is gone... it's now nothing but a Necropolis settled on the edge of the world, guarded by the sacred snowy peaks of Mount Gagazet. I can still take you there... but I must warn you... you will not like what you will see..." At least the tourists were gone. That would have killed Lenne for sure, even more than just seeing her once beloved home now in desolate ruins.