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Who: Lenne, Maiyah and hordes of soldiers. (With a lulz!cameo from Oaka XXIII!!)
What: Lenne wakes up in Bevelle.
Where: Bevelle Underground, Bevelle temple and Macalania.
When: Morning, not that Lenne exactly knows.
Rating: R -- violence.


His arms felt warm; his grip was tight and protective, yet she did not feel safe. Not with those guns pointed at her. Bevelle. Such a hostile place... and then they shot. Everything felt on fire, every inch of her skin burn as she hit the ground but her eyes sought his face and fear filled her every fibre. The sting of her tear as it rolled down her skin ached and then... blackness...

Gasping sharply, brown eyes snapped open and a her body gave a painful stab. Taking in a sharp breath once again, slender fingers reached out for where he'd been laying. Yet, he wasn't there and she was alone, that tear still there and damp on her flesh. What happened? Where was he? Why wasn't he with her? Had they not reunited thanks to that young Summoner? So... why was she here without him? It was all too much...

Pushing herself from the floor, sitting there in her songstress attire, Lenne pressed her hand over her heart where she'd felt that bullet hit her. Yet, all that remained was a small, pale scar. Odd... Casting her gaze around, she realised where she was. Bevelle. Fear washed over her and she rose to her feet, her brown eyes wide as she looked into the cavernous pit where Vegnagun had stood. The Pyreflies swarmed around her, making her skin tingle and a soft laugh escape her. It felt like a hug. Perhaps it was him.

With a gentle smile, the young summoner stepped towards the edge of the platform, looking down into it. "Shuyin?" Her voice echoed and the Pyreflies danced against her flesh, sweeping through her hair, but nothing came. No voices. With a sigh, Lenne seated herself on the very edge of the platform, looking down into that hole, watching the mist and the Pyreflies mingle and dance.

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The hymn of the Fayth had long since been replaced by ...Maiyah didn't know what to call it. Eerie lyrical moaning? Whatever it was, it was stagnant, unable to replace the beauty of the voices of the Fayth.

The soldiers lined up before them, those in front crouching down and aiming their guns at them while those in back simply stood. "This has gone far enough!" a monk in yellow said, holding up a flamethrower, "This massacre ends here!"

"What you people have done has gone far enough. Attacking Zanarkand, warping Spira's past, hiding the truths from everybody, claiming that you of all peoples would hold the secrets and teachings for Spira's salvation! Even the maesters were unsent, allowing summoner after summoner to be murdered by their own friends to cease the spiral of death that you yourselves have brought upon us! And now that Sin is gone...? You do what you did when Sin came into existence a thousand years ago! Will Bevelle ever change?" Maiyah shook her head.

She spread her arms out in gesture, "I am simply returning the favor. None of you know what suffering is."

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Maiyah's words left Lenne quite startled but, without warning, she stepped forward, her resolve made, for at least this moment. Even if she was 1000 years too late, not that she knew, Lenne was still able to account for almost everything Maiyah said. Though, the words upon maesters being unsents were a little unsettling. Maesters were high up in the Yevon structure and, whilst she wasn't greatly familiar with the workings of the Palace of St Bevelle, Lenne knew that maesters should be alive or dead. Not in between.

"I am the Summoner Lenne of Zanarkand. Bevelle knows not what they have done to destroy my people countless times in in equally unaccountable ways. I do not condone violence but you must be punished for the the things you've done!!" With that, Lenne made the first attack, raising her gun swiftly and shooting a clean shot straight into the skull of the man stood in the center of their group.

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Maiyah rushed as they open-fired, blocking bullets with her swords and taking some for her own, blood running down her legs and arms, but still she pushed forward. She cut through the ranks, one surviving but on the ground, caught by Maiyah's blade.

"B-but...!! Zanarkand...! Was destroyed!" he piped.

Maiyah sliced his head clean off before pushing forward, limping with the bullets in her legs. She shoved past the doors to the outside of Bevelle, within its sanctioned walls but now out underneath the open sky. "Come on," she said as she limped ahead, cutting away soldiers as they came.