Grazhir :: Final Fantasy :: Kaleidoscope :: 10 :: Bevelle

Kaleidoscope :: 10 :: Bevelle

Notes: Massive props to Bats for being a sounding board and suggestion maker when I had a nasty little pickle to deal with. As always, canon mangling ahead, and in several cases, more of dialogue reassignment.

Bevelle: Approaching Bevelle was slightly nerve-wracking; entering it and walking toward the temple was more so. The people of the city were quiet, the normal sounds muted. Mika’s reaction to the information leak had certainly affected the citizens, and more were still leaving. Yet, many found a smile for Yuna, though Seymour was looked upon with some suspicion.

They had not managed to make it to the temple when a warrior monk trotted up to intercept them. “Lord Seymour! Maester Mika desires an audience.”

Seymour rolled his eyes mentally and began planning to ask Yuna for healing spells to handle his upcoming headache. “I shall be along directly.” The monk saluted and dashed off so Seymour turned back to the party. “It is likely that Mika heard of our arrival back in the city and wishes to know why Sin has not yet been defeated. Please, continue on to the temple. I will join you there as quickly as possible.”

He began to turn and was quickly stopped by a very quiet, “Seymour?”

“Tidus,” Yuna said, “why don’t you go with him? I don’t like the idea of any of us going off alone, not with how unsettled things are here.”

His mate cast a grateful smile at the summoner and watched as the rest of the party continued on, then looked back at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Seymour shook his head and gestured for his mate to come closer. “No, but I do think there’s something we should discuss prior to arriving at that audience.”

“Is there something wrong?” Tidus asked with a faint frown.

“Not as such. Come, let us sit over there for the moment. It is secluded enough.” Within a minute they were seated on a stone bench placed diagonally at the meeting of two walls. “My sweet, what I’m about to say may cause you upset. I ask that you let me speak fully before you react, all right?”

Tidus gave him a mildly suspicious look, but nodded.

“I explained to you of my youth. Over time I became a vengeful man, much given to hatred.” He quickly raised a hand and pressed a finger to his mate’s lips as Tidus went to speak. “There was a time when it was my intention to become a summoner’s sacrifice.”

His mate’s eyes went quite wide and the lips beneath his finger tightened.

“And then I met you. I met you, Tidus, and in that moment I was willing to cast aside everything for the possibility that you might choose to accept me, and instead strive toward a true solution to Spira’s sorrow. And out of all of you, I knew that Auron held the best understanding of our world, what lies hidden beneath. So, at the next best opportunity, I spoke with him, as well you know, and asked for his help. I told him what I was willing to offer, and he agreed.”

His mate’s expression took on a cast of outrage, which made Seymour chuckle softly. “I would not expose his secret, for yes, I knew he was an Unsent, and he would allow me to speak with you privately. He did, we did, and you indulged my desire for confirmation. At that point, the world changed. Now, the point of this little confession is that Mika will likely attempt to sow dissension given that I will not be seeing him on my own. I would not for the world place you in that position of ignorance, or allow him to hurt you.”

Seymour removed his finger and waited, feeling some slight anxiety, for his mate’s expression had not yet softened. Eventually Tidus spoke.

“I’m angry with you for misleading me. What would have happened if I hadn’t agreed? If I hadn’t let you kiss me?”

“I did tell you there was risk to both parties, my sweet, should confirmation not occur. I did not lie. I would certainly have died at some point, though I am unsure as to your fate, for you are not the hybrid child of two races. It is very possible that your weakness would have abated on my death and you could have continued on normally from that point.”

Tidus furrowed his brow and shook his head. “I don’t like to think about that.” He gazed at Seymour steadily and said, “But if that had happened? You died, I mean. What then? What of your previous plans?”

Seymour shrugged faintly. “Even with so very little to go on, my bitterness at losing the bliss of your presence might have prompted me to remain as an Unsent. I might have attempted to conceal that, to continue on as I had been. I might even have gone along with the push to marry Yuna as a means to an end, and see her safely to Zanarkand, to become her sacrifice.”

His mate frowned again, looking almost confused, then lifted his chin and said, “I think I’m just going to be flattered that I could so completely change a man’s life just by being there. I never thought of myself as anything special. Well, aside from blitzball.”

“You are special,” Seymour said, “and not just because you’re my mate. Though, I suppose it might be said that my opinion on that is suspect.”

As he had hoped for, Tidus relaxed into a faint smile.

“Are you ready to brave Grand Maester Mika with me, then? Quite frankly, I would be glad for your support there. Perhaps with you at my side I can hold fast against the splitting headache I had expected to walk away with. Besides, I prefer you with me anyway, so I am happy that Yuna saw fit to release you from duty for this.”

“Yeah,” Tidus said softly. “Okay, let’s go. Hopefully it won’t take too long, and maybe he’ll. . . .” He made a vague gesture with one hand.

“Indeed. And then we can rejoin the others, to see what Bevelle’s Fayth has been willing to speak of. And, Tidus?”


“I do intend to make up for having caused you distress.”

His mate smiled almost shyly, something he found endearing. Seymour rose and gave Tidus a hand up, then led him off to a confrontation he was not exactly looking forward to.

“Why are you here?” Mika demanded.

Seymour arched a brow and waited the man out, to see what he would say.

Mika repeated himself, then added, “You must go and defeat Sin, quickly! The summoner has obtained the Final Aeon from Yunalesca, has she not?”

“Well, we did meet her,” Tidus said mildly. “But we fought and defeated Yunalesca.”

“What!?” Mika staggered.

Seymour stepped in with, “Summoners and guardians will be sacrificed for the Final Summoning no more.”

“You have profaned and subverted a thousand-year-old tradition? Fools! Infants! Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve taken away the only means of calming Sin!” Mika turned on Seymour and shouted querulously, “And you! You betray Yevon! You betray everything you’re sworn to! How could you permit this to occur, you who would have become—”

“Hey,” his mate shouted right back. “Maybe that’s not the only way! We think we’ve got another.”

“Why. . . . Preposterous! There is no other way! Spira has lost its only hope. Destruction is inevitable. Yu Yevon’s spiral of death will consume us all. I have no desire to watch Spira die.”

“It won’t die,” Seymour said smoothly.

“Yu Yevon, clad in the unholy armor of Sin, is invincible. And the only thing that could have pierced that armor, you have destroyed! Nothing can stop it now,” said Mika with a fatalistic shake of his head. After aiming a look of betrayal and disgust at Seymour, he raised his hands upward and dissolved into pyreflies.

A second later, before they even had a chance to feel relief that that particular issue had been resolved, the Fayth of Bevelle appeared before them.

“It’s you.”

The Fayth nodded at Tidus and said, “Come, to my room.”


Agreement was barely out of his mate’s mouth when the Fayth vanished. They quickly exited the courtroom and made all decorous haste to the Temple of Light in order to join the others. Seymour cheated outrageously and bypassed the Cloister of Trials entirely, instead taking an entrance known only to the maesters.

While their audience with Mika had gone more smoothly than expected, and Seymour did not have a headache, there was no point in inviting one by suffering the Trials. The barrier to the Chamber of the Fayth was retracted so he and his mate passed on inside without pause.

“You’re here,” Yuna said. “The Fayth has been unwilling to speak.”

“He came to us,” Tidus said, “just after. . . .”

“Just after Grand Maester Mika decided to depart for the Farplane,” Seymour finished. “He requested we come here.”

“I suppose he wished us all to be present?”

“Yes.” Everyone turned to see that the Fayth had appeared. “Hello.”

“I must thank you for the Aeon,” Yuna said politely.

Tidus asked, “So, what’s up?”

“Have you found a way to truly defeat Sin?”

“Well,” Tidus said, “we think so. Several things, actually.”

“Yes,” Yuna said. “Sin seems to be affected by the Hymn of the Fayth, and that might slow it down.”

“Because of my old man,” Tidus muttered.

“Hmm. . . . Perhaps.”

“You mean, it won’t work?” Yuna asked.

“A very long time has passed since Jecht became Sin. He may not be able to hear the hymn anymore.”

“I know it’s a long shot. . . . But we gotta try anyway if there’s a chance,” Tidus insisted.

“Yes, you must,” said the Fayth agreeably. “I’m glad you’re doing this. You have a good spirit, truly. If it works, what’ll you do then? You need more than the hymn.”

“We defeat Yu Yevon,” Lulu said.

“Yes. . . . If you defeat Yu Yevon, it will end. Tell me, what do you know about Yu Yevon?”

“He’s what makes sin come back!” Tidus said.

“Sin is his armor, it protects him,” added Yuna.

“Yu Yevon was once a summoner, long ago. He was peerless. Yet now he lives for one purpose, only to summon. He is neither good, nor evil. He is awake, yet he dreams. But . . . maybe not forever.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Tidus said. “Because we’re ending it.”

“Yes,” said the Fayth. “Even if you defeat Sin with the Final Summoning, Yu Yevon will live. Yu Yevon will join with the Final Aeon. He will transform it into a new Sin. Yu Yevon merges with the Aeon. . . . Then, protected by this new Sin he has created, Yu Yevon continues the summoning.”

“For eternity . . . huh?”

“But you know,” the Fayth continued, “there is no such thing as eternity if you end it, is there.”

“Uh huh.”

“Yu Yevon lives inside Sin. Yuna, listen. When you fight Yu Yevon, we will help you. Promise me you’ll summon us. I’m afraid your swords and magic won’t be enough. Please, call us. Promise?”

“Yes, of course. And that is part of why we came back to Bevelle.”


“We were concerned. We had learned that the Aeons could become Sin, and were unsure if we should call on their help during our attack.”

“You must. Until you face Yu Yevon there is no concern. But you must call us when the time comes.”

“I promise,” Yuna affirmed.

“You know. . . . When it is all over . . . we will wake, and our dream will end. Our dream will vanish.”

“Yeah,” said Tidus somewhat mournfully. “You’ve been dreaming a long time, haven’t you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m grateful,” Tidus said firmly, then ducked his head as Bevelle’s Fayth vanished.

Seymour felt sorrow for his mate, at the knowledge that Tidus’s Zanarkand would disappear should they succeed. And he could see that the others were not so different than he in their reaction. Still, as Tidus had said, he too was grateful, for that dream had produced not only his mate, but in a way, the solution to the problem of Sin itself.

They were part way back into the city proper when a nun rushed by, stopped dead, then doubled back. “Lady Yuna!”

“You’re . . . Shelinda, right?”

“Yes!” Shelinda blushed and ducked her head.

“We met in Guadosalam,” Rikku said.

That might explain, oddly enough, why Seymour had no notion of the girl’s identity, and his mate neither.

“Lady Yuna,” Shelinda said, “I must tell you, your courage has been a great inspiration to me. Why, all Yevon seems to be in a state of confusion. Yesterday they called me out of the blue and made me captain of the guard!”

“We had heard that monks were being recalled,” Yuna said.

“There is chaos in the temples,” Shelinda confided, “not just among the people. And all the priests do is blame each other. I worry what will become of Yevon. But no! I must be the rock that stands against the swirling tides, right?”

Rikku bounced in place excitedly. “Hey! Maybe you could help us with the hymn.”

“Good idea!” Tidus chimed in.

Rikku continued, “It’s like, we need you to tell as many people as you can.”

“What should I tell them?”

“A ship in the sky will sing the Hymn of the Fayth. When they hear it, we need everyone to sing along!”

“Everyone in Spira!” Wakka urged.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Rikku bounced again and shook her head. “You don’t have to! Just tell everyone!”

“A ship in the sky will sing the Hymn of the Fayth? So when they hear it, everyone should sing along, correct?”

“If they do,” his mate said, “we might be able to defeat Sin!”


“Yes!” Yuna asserted firmly.

“That’s wonderful! You can count on me! I shall tell all of Spira!”

“And. . . .” Everyone turned to look at him, so Seymour half smiled and added, “Do you hold awareness of whether or not there are other summoners in the city?”

Shelinda pressed a finger to her lips and considered. “Lord Issaru is in the palace. I believe that Lady Dona continued on her pilgrimage. Um. . . .”

“Very well. Please, spread the word. We shall speak to Lord Issaru personally.”

“Yes, Maester Seymour. At once!” Shelinda performed Yevon’s prayer and rushed off a second later.

“Shall we head to the palace?”


Issaru appeared to have recovered from his little breakdown, mostly. Yuna was forced, though, to graciously accept more than one apology from the man’s lips. The group explained their theory and plan of attack, something that made Issaru alternately confused and admiring. He had dropped heavily into a chair on hearing that Yunalesca had been defeated, but otherwise he seemed to be all right.

“So, you would like all summoners to be a part of the battle, to help weaken Sin’s armor, because of what it is. Yes, I shall help you, of course. My ability is at your disposal.”

Yuna smiled broadly and nodded. “Thank you so much, Lord Issaru. With all of us working together, even the people singing at the right time, I know we can defeat Sin and lift the veil of sorrow from Spira for good!”

“Please, when shall we be leaving?”

Yuna looked to Seymour, deferring that decision. He said, “We will spend the night here. We are also on the lookout for Lady Dona, and it may be that she has already been to Zanarkand and realized something is amiss, and decided to return to Bevelle to seek answers. We will depart in the morning, and I’m sure we would be pleased if you would join us for breakfast, here in my suite.”

Issaru bowed and replied, “You are too kind, Lord Seymour. I would be honored. I shall take my leave of you for now, to make preparations.” He performed Yevon’s prayer and quietly left.

Seymour waited a minute, then headed to the suite’s door, opened it, and ordered one of his Guado to spread the word among their own race within the city regarding his desire to see the lady summoner should she appear. He had not yet retreated when Kinoc appeared.

“What is going on?”

Seymour quirked up a brow and invited the man in with a gesture, then closed the door. “What do you mean?”

Kinoc paused on seeing Baralai, then looked back to Seymour. “It is bad enough that the city is greatly unsettled due to recent events. I am now hearing all manner of talk about a great undertaking with regard to the defeat of Sin.”

Wakka let out a low whistle. “She’s quick, ya?”

“Please, have a seat,” Seymour offered, then took one next to his mate. “By the way,” he said casually, “I suppose I should mention that Grand Maester Mika has departed for the Farplane.”


“Yes.” Seymour shook his head with mock regret. “It seems he was less than pleased that Lady Yunalesca is no more.” He fixed his fellow maester with an intense look, ostensibly ignoring how Kinoc had blanched. “Tragic, I’m sure. But then, Mika was very set in his ways and unwilling to adapt to changing times. He lost his will for continued existence.”

Kinoc sat there for a bit, shaking his head slightly, then gazed at Seymour almost warily. “How do we go on?”

“We go on as we must, naturally. I suggest, my dear Kinoc, that you consider putting a leash on the priests in this city who are wasting time arguing amongst themselves. I also advise that you release the recalled monks back to their former duties, and set free those people imprisoned for speaking their minds, those who did not agree with Mika’s choice to attack the Al Bhed.”

Kinoc stared at him, then suddenly nodded. “Yes, of course. All of that would serve to calm the people.”

“I’m sure it has not escaped your notice, Kinoc, that you are the only remaining human representative of the maesters of Yevon. Given that you reside here in Bevelle, I expect you will take care of correcting Mika’s mistakes. I will send Guado to Mt Gagazet to inform Maester Kelk of recent events, so that he is not left in ignorance.”

“After Sin has been. . . .”

Seymour smirked faintly. “Oh, Lord Kinoc, I’m sure the maesters of Yevon could sit down and discuss things at that point. For surely, there are a great many changes on the horizon.”

“Please,” came a soft voice.

He looked over to Baralai. “Yes?”

“May I be allowed to assist Lord Kinoc? Surely he will need support in this, from someone who understands the situation.”

Seymour looked back to Kinoc, who nodded and said, “Yes. You can begin by filling me in on . . . the details. Well, all right. There is no sense in wasting time. Baralai, with me.” He got to his feet and made for the door.

Baralai stood and performed the prayer, then additionally bowed to Yuna and Seymour. “I look forward to our next meeting, and hope it is not long in coming.”

“Well,” Yuna said once both men had departed.

Tidus gave him a halfway admiring look and commented, “You can be pretty intimidating.”

“Kinoc certainly seems to think so,” said Lulu.

“Kimahri write letter to Lord Kelk. Guado take?”

Seymour nodded instantly. “Certainly. I will have them borrow chocobos from the palace stables so that they might make all haste.”

That night, Seymour was pleased to have his mate to himself, with all the comforts of a grand suite in a palace, and showed Tidus, in no uncertain terms, just how special he was. And then again, just to make sure the message got across.

And, after breakfast, they quit the palace and headed to the rendezvous point with Cid and the airship, collecting along the way several relatively unknown summoners and their guardians. When they arrived at the bridge it was to see that Lady Dona and Barthello were there, though she looked impatient and somewhat skeptical.

Cid looked up at their arrival and said, “Well, this is it, eh?”

“Yu Yevon’s hiding somewhere inside Sin, and we’re gonna find him,” Tidus replied.

“Well, that sounds pretty simple.”

“Simple is the way you like it, right?”

Cid flashed a smile and said, “You got that right.”

“And we summoners are supposed to . . . send?” Dona asked.

“Yes!” Yuna turned to face her fellow summoner. “Sin’s armor is made up of souls! While the main group attacks it may be further weakened by performing the sending with all your hearts.”

Dona looked a bit disgruntled by that, but nodded. “I’ll take charge of it, then. You lot, come here!”

The nameless summoners scurried over (Issaru more gracefully) and clustered around Dona, then began nodding as she issued a series of low-voiced commands. “We will begin after the Hymn picks up, once you’re ready to attack,” she stated, then gestured sharply and strode toward the lift. Before the group disappeared she added, “We won’t stop until you’re inside. Our guardians will protect us.” And then they were gone.

“Soon as they’re in place. . . .”

“Pops! I’m countin’ on you!”

Cid glanced at Rikku and said, “Would I let my little girl down?” He drifted off to gaze out one of the windows, then nodded a short time later. “Okay,” he said, then moved over to a panel and fiddled with it. “How’s that?”

“Right on!” Rikku said with an excited bounce.

Cid shouted several orders as the Hymn of the Fayth began playing, and the airship lifted off to hover in the sky.

“A singing ship in the sky,” Lulu said softly.

“I hope everyone got the message, ya?”

“Yeah, like my old man,” Tidus muttered.

Rikku’s brother bolted up from his post and yelled, “Sin!”

Cid launched himself at a console and started tapping buttons. The front window of the airship suddenly served double duty as a display screen for the results of an analysis, making Seymour realize that it wasn’t actually glass up there.

“Okay!” Cid turned to face them and said, “There are weak spots at the fins. We start there, then attempt to get inside.”

“If we can’t get in through the mouth, we’ll rip open a new one!” his mate said. “You with me?”

“Now that’s what I call a plan!” Cid agreed. “Get up on deck.”

Vydran! E ghuf fryd du ica!Father! I know what to use!

Cid aimed a wide smile at his son. “All right!” he said, then looked back at the group. “I won’t tell ya to be careful. Do your worst!”


Fyed! Rikku, you . . . guard.Wait! Rikku, you . . . guard.

“Will do!” said Tidus cheerfully, then dashed off toward the lift.