Raid #43 [Plot]

Forever green as the eye could see, it spanned out before him. Auron looked upon the great valley with his only eye that worked, through the darkly tinted sunglasses placed firmly on the bridge of his nose. From upon the higher portion of a very large scar within the Calm Lands stood the man in red. He could feel the wind blowing and rustling through his black, graying hair, and decided it was a nice day to defend his home world. It was warm out today, as he could feel the rays of the sun on his face and the limp, exposed hand resting in the sling he had made in his coat. It had not been long since Auron had returned from the Farplane, arriving in a shower of pyreflies just outside Zanarkand. Within the week he had spent his time gathering in the sites, and thinking things over as he made his way over Mount Gagazet. He had time to think over a plan on how best to assist his old comrades. Khimari Ronso had not been near the foot of the mountain as Auron presumed, but the majority of the tribe was there to greet him as he made his pass. Not an hour had passed by the time he came to be standing upon the rise in the terrain, looking down upon one of Rin's Travel Agencies and the great crevices that surrounded it. What could the Light need his help for? It left him wondering a bit, but he was not ignorant to the ways of existence. No doubt there was another war to be fought, though he hoped it was nothing in comparison to Sin. Not out of fear would he hope such thoughts, but rather to spare other worlds from having to feel such an evil. No world deserved such a fate.

The Legendary Guardian held some comfort in the peace and near silence that the Calm Lands held in the current moment, and would not dare to think of the other times he had been here. The past would remain the past and nothing more. As he tightened the grip in his right hand on the studded leather hilt of his great sword, Auron lifted the blade from the grass to his shoulder. He looked off to his right in the direction of a familiar path that lead down and west. The Cavern of the Stolen Fayth, the great undermine that had once held the aeon of Yojimbo. It seemed like everything he was looking at was a memory, only because there were so many tied to this very world.

He frowned as he began to concentrate on the matter at hand, beginning his walk down to the Travel Agency. The prior objective he had set for himself was to head for Besaid and check on Yuna and the others before going to see Sora. Perhaps the Fayth had also brought Tidus back to fight for the Light, which would prove more fortuitous for Yuna's chances against whatever they were up against. No doubt they would have some kind of answers, and from there he would act. Information was the key to everything, and with it the forces of the Dark will suffer Auron's wrath. The grass crunched beneath each step he took towards the rest station, and every so often a few wet blades would stick to the metal and leather of his boots. For now it appeared that the forces of Darkness had not set their sights upon Spira. Ignorance was bliss.