Closed; Complete.

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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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Then what that man had said was true. Zanarkand had been destroyed. A thousand years ago. One thousand years... It was too much to bear. Lenne's brown eyes shimmered as she looked at Maiyah. How was this even possible? She was... one thousand and twenty one years old?! How was that possible?!?!

Lenne shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No..." she whispered, her trembling fingers curling into tight fists. "Bevelle used more Machina than Zanarkand ever did. It's... all wrong! All we had were the Summoners. That was all..." The songstress shook, her breath shallow. "A thousand years," Lenne exhaled, brushing the tears from her cheeks.

After a moment, the young Summoner looked at Maiyah, frowning but able to hold back the rest of her tears. "Zanarkand... is dead?" Her voice cracked slightly and she swallowed sharply to stop herself from crying again. "Sin... killed her? Sin..." Lenne bowed her head again, her lower lip trembling. "I want to see Zanarkand. I wish to know the truth. To see it for myself." And then she fell silent, staring at her lap, trying to take in everything happening.

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"I'm sorry, Lenne..." Maiyah said quietly, "...If it might console you... I ..have met someone who claims he too is from Zanarkand... his father as well..." She would leave the whole Jecht, the father mentioned, being the last Final Aeon used to defeat Sin having come back to life, along with his Summoner out. It wasn't like Lenne really needed to hear such explanations at the moment. "Perhaps meeting him will cheer you up some, hm?" She pulled herself further up on the bed and laid back.

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"Perhaps," she murmured, drawing her knees to her chest with a little discomfort, resting her chin on said knees with a sigh. "Damn Bevelle..." she whispered, closing her eyes as she did. It was all so strange. Too strange to believe, really, but it was something she felt was true. Clenching her jaw, Lenne sighed again before looking at Maiyah. "Thank you... for telling me the truth. I would not wish such a task upon anyone," she said, her smile returning to her lips for a moment. It was a horrible thing she was facing but Maiyah's help and truths were something she needed and was thankful for.

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"Anytime..." Maiyah said softly. "...We have to leave here as soon as possible... I don't think the Praetor will tolerate us having killed the whole of New Yevon's guards at the temple... Surely he will want some sort of justice... They always do..." She didn't like Baralai. Or Nooj. She didn't mind Gippal so much. But Baralai and Nooj were two men who were just asking for trouble. Or even a war.