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Banned BECAUSE HI HALEY!
Banned because no I wouldn't.
Banned for banning yourself and double posting.
Chapter III - The First Aeon
The trio of Wesley, Savayna, and Kiat entered the temple and almost immediately, the legacies of the previous summoners that came before him began to overwhelm him. Knowing that the village’s namesake, Yuna, once walked into this temple just hours before she summoned the Besaid Bird Aeon, Valefor, made Wesley overcome with a sense of overwhelming pride in being able to one day fill her shoes. It was such an awe-inspiring moment for him that Wesley had to stop dead center in the temple, letting the hymns of the fayth fill him up, those angelic voices truly making him grateful for the training he had been given from Kiat.
As he took yet another moment, he heard Kiat to his left, “this way, Wesley. She’s in my chambers.”
“Oh, of course!”
Without taking a single moment longer, Wesley, with Savayna by his side, followed Priest Kiat into his chambers. “I present, Summoner Wesley and Huntress Savayna.” Kiat stated, though there was a slight annoyance when he said Savayna’s name. It was obvious he didn’t think she was actually going to stay, but Wesley didn’t seem to mind, so Kiat didn’t either.
The blue haired woman looked at the pair, a mild look of curiosity in her amber eyes. A summoner and a huntress. It was entertaining, that much she had to admit. They were slightly more impressive than she had imagined. Slightly. But she wasn’t here to judge them on appearances.
Eyeing Kiat warily, she remained silent.
“Thank you, Kiat. May I please ask for the room?” Wesley asked politely.
“Of course, Wesley. I have a prayer to attend to.”
As Kiat would leave, Wesley took his time to look at the visitor who asked for him personally. There wasn’t much to her appearances. He did, however, notice her long, blue ponytail and something about her overall visage gave him a good feeling. He did not suspect she harbored any ill will. Kiat wouldn’t grant her a private audience with him if he thought she was a danger to him. “Welcome to Besaid! I hope your journey wasn’t rough.”
“The roughest part was the bard who wouldn’t stop trying to woo anything with a skirt,” She admitted. How she wished she was joking. Clearing her throat, she figured she would start with an introduction. “My name is Shion. I have come here in hopes of protecting the one Valefor calls for.”
“Then I’m afraid you travelled here for nothing, sweetheart!” Savayna commented, holding her spear close to her. “There’s no such person here.”
Wesley couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “I must apologize. My friend here has a unique way of stating certain things, but unfortunately, what she says is true. Valefor has yet to call upon anyone here on Besaid yet.”
“Not yet?” She repeated his last words slowly. “You don’t hear it?”
“Again, I must apologize, Shion, but hear what?”
“Valefor’s calling for a summoner. It’s hidden in the Hymn,” Shion motioned towards the air around them. “It’s quite loud. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”
“Hidden in the Hymn?” Wesley didn’t mean to repeat her words, but he was genuinely unaware of what Shion spoke of. “I figured the reason it was loud was because it is such a beautiful morning and the villagers were in such high spirits,” he admitted.
It seemed that Shion was less than amused at Wesley’s extremely naive viewpoint. Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Then again, she often had to take matters into her own hands. And so she would lightly you with her hair, twirling it with one finger. Releasing her hair, she decided that these types of people did better at showing, not just telling.
“To the Chamber, then,” She stated. “We musn’t keep her waiting.”
“If that’s what Yevon wishes, then who am I to argue with his will?” Wesley cheerfully said, following Shion out of Kiat’s chambers. “Are you coming Savayna?”
She wasn’t sure honestly, but she wasn’t going to miss this for a moment, especially since it seemed this one with the hair colored opposite to hers had a lot more mystery and intrigue than she seemed to think Shion would have. “Yeah, might as well.”
It was nice to see the two cooperative--although Shion did not doubt that if she made a move, she would likely meet resistance from Savayna’s spear. Luckily for the pair, she meant no harm. At least, no physical harm; the amount of people she offended by simply walking into the Cloister was rather numerous as she offered no prayer. More surprising was the fact that the doors opened for her at all.
The inside room had a staircase that lead to the Chamber of the Fayth. Only one voice was heard singing the hymn as opposed to the group version heard outside. It was a bittersweet feeling, somewhat lonely even.
“She awaits you,” Shion said, looking back at Wesley. “You can't deny her, can you?”
Being in the heart of the chamber really made Wesley thankful that he, of all who lived within Besaid Village, he was granted the honor to hear the voices of the Fayth. And now that he found himself just feet away from the Fayth herself, Wesley came as close as he has ever come to being nervous. The usually positive and thankful male was overwhelmed with the great honor he felt being the sole summoner of Besaid Island.
He stood in front of the door, looking at Shion, then seeing Savayna, who didn’t take her eyes off of Shion, hands gripping her spear as if ready to strike Shion should she try anything. Ignoring that, Wesley took in a deep breath and as he walked forward, the door slowly rose up, and he entered where only summoners were allowed to enter, the voice of Valefor being more than evident to him now.
“Oh great Fayth, I must admit, I was late in hearing your call. I wish to ask for your forgiveness for I am committed to Yevon and wish only to serve him in any way that I can,” Wesley said, taking a spot in front of the semi-transparent Fayth of Besaid, bowing his head.
“Sometimes all we need is a push in the right direction,” came the Fayth’s light-hearted response. “I’m glad you’ve come, Wesley. However, it is not Yevon who you should serve. It should be Spira.”
Wesley rose his head, somewhat in a state of surprise at how optimistic the Fayth of Besaid seemed. She wasn’t how Wesley imagined she’d be. “Yevon is part of Spira, Great Fayth. By serving Yevon, I am also serving Spira,” he offered in retort, his cheerful demeanor never faltering.
“Is that what you believe?”
“It’s what I’ve always believed all my life.”
“Then let me guide you, young one. You will see Spira and Yevon with your own eyes...and you will see if they are one and the same.”
Floating into the air, the Fayth charged forward, soaring into Wesley as a bright light enveloped him, signaling the joining between the two.
After it was all said and done, Wesley looked around the chamber, wondering if that’s all there was to it. The merging of sorts had only last for a brief second. Though the light was intense and had caused him to flinch, he couldn’t say with certainty that he felt all that different. He had somewhat of a stomach ache. Grasping his stomach, Wesley soon exited the chamber, seeing the curious faces of Shion and Savayna.
“You okay there, Wes?” Sav asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Absolutely!” He winced as he forced himself to smile.
“At least you didn’t pass out,” Shion commented, eyeing him warily as she placed a hand on her hip. “Shall we continue?”
“I thank Yevon and the company of my friends for the strength--” As Wesley spoke, stepping forward, the next thing he knew it, the Summoner was falling forward towards the cold ground, though Savayna quickly caught him, and placed Wesley over her shoulders. Despite being shorter, she was able to support his weight without being slowed. It came with the habit of training daily with her spear strapped around her back.
“So much for that, huh?” Sav commented, laughing as she briefly glanced towards Shion.
The blue haired woman stared at Wesley for a moment, though after some time she let out a rather heavy sigh. “He needs to practice inner strength if this is what Yevon does for him,” She shook her head, somewhat disappointed, although she would look to the Chamber of the Fayth. Without a word, she dropped down and decided to help Savayna with the now unconscious Wesley. If this was the summoner she had come to collect, Spira was in trouble.
As he took yet another moment, he heard Kiat to his left, “this way, Wesley. She’s in my chambers.”
“Oh, of course!”
Without taking a single moment longer, Wesley, with Savayna by his side, followed Priest Kiat into his chambers. “I present, Summoner Wesley and Huntress Savayna.” Kiat stated, though there was a slight annoyance when he said Savayna’s name. It was obvious he didn’t think she was actually going to stay, but Wesley didn’t seem to mind, so Kiat didn’t either.
The blue haired woman looked at the pair, a mild look of curiosity in her amber eyes. A summoner and a huntress. It was entertaining, that much she had to admit. They were slightly more impressive than she had imagined. Slightly. But she wasn’t here to judge them on appearances.
Eyeing Kiat warily, she remained silent.
“Thank you, Kiat. May I please ask for the room?” Wesley asked politely.
“Of course, Wesley. I have a prayer to attend to.”
As Kiat would leave, Wesley took his time to look at the visitor who asked for him personally. There wasn’t much to her appearances. He did, however, notice her long, blue ponytail and something about her overall visage gave him a good feeling. He did not suspect she harbored any ill will. Kiat wouldn’t grant her a private audience with him if he thought she was a danger to him. “Welcome to Besaid! I hope your journey wasn’t rough.”
“The roughest part was the bard who wouldn’t stop trying to woo anything with a skirt,” She admitted. How she wished she was joking. Clearing her throat, she figured she would start with an introduction. “My name is Shion. I have come here in hopes of protecting the one Valefor calls for.”
“Then I’m afraid you travelled here for nothing, sweetheart!” Savayna commented, holding her spear close to her. “There’s no such person here.”
Wesley couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “I must apologize. My friend here has a unique way of stating certain things, but unfortunately, what she says is true. Valefor has yet to call upon anyone here on Besaid yet.”
“Not yet?” She repeated his last words slowly. “You don’t hear it?”
“Again, I must apologize, Shion, but hear what?”
“Valefor’s calling for a summoner. It’s hidden in the Hymn,” Shion motioned towards the air around them. “It’s quite loud. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”
“Hidden in the Hymn?” Wesley didn’t mean to repeat her words, but he was genuinely unaware of what Shion spoke of. “I figured the reason it was loud was because it is such a beautiful morning and the villagers were in such high spirits,” he admitted.
It seemed that Shion was less than amused at Wesley’s extremely naive viewpoint. Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Then again, she often had to take matters into her own hands. And so she would lightly you with her hair, twirling it with one finger. Releasing her hair, she decided that these types of people did better at showing, not just telling.
“To the Chamber, then,” She stated. “We musn’t keep her waiting.”
“If that’s what Yevon wishes, then who am I to argue with his will?” Wesley cheerfully said, following Shion out of Kiat’s chambers. “Are you coming Savayna?”
She wasn’t sure honestly, but she wasn’t going to miss this for a moment, especially since it seemed this one with the hair colored opposite to hers had a lot more mystery and intrigue than she seemed to think Shion would have. “Yeah, might as well.”
It was nice to see the two cooperative--although Shion did not doubt that if she made a move, she would likely meet resistance from Savayna’s spear. Luckily for the pair, she meant no harm. At least, no physical harm; the amount of people she offended by simply walking into the Cloister was rather numerous as she offered no prayer. More surprising was the fact that the doors opened for her at all.
The inside room had a staircase that lead to the Chamber of the Fayth. Only one voice was heard singing the hymn as opposed to the group version heard outside. It was a bittersweet feeling, somewhat lonely even.
“She awaits you,” Shion said, looking back at Wesley. “You can't deny her, can you?”
Being in the heart of the chamber really made Wesley thankful that he, of all who lived within Besaid Village, he was granted the honor to hear the voices of the Fayth. And now that he found himself just feet away from the Fayth herself, Wesley came as close as he has ever come to being nervous. The usually positive and thankful male was overwhelmed with the great honor he felt being the sole summoner of Besaid Island.
He stood in front of the door, looking at Shion, then seeing Savayna, who didn’t take her eyes off of Shion, hands gripping her spear as if ready to strike Shion should she try anything. Ignoring that, Wesley took in a deep breath and as he walked forward, the door slowly rose up, and he entered where only summoners were allowed to enter, the voice of Valefor being more than evident to him now.
“Oh great Fayth, I must admit, I was late in hearing your call. I wish to ask for your forgiveness for I am committed to Yevon and wish only to serve him in any way that I can,” Wesley said, taking a spot in front of the semi-transparent Fayth of Besaid, bowing his head.
“Sometimes all we need is a push in the right direction,” came the Fayth’s light-hearted response. “I’m glad you’ve come, Wesley. However, it is not Yevon who you should serve. It should be Spira.”
Wesley rose his head, somewhat in a state of surprise at how optimistic the Fayth of Besaid seemed. She wasn’t how Wesley imagined she’d be. “Yevon is part of Spira, Great Fayth. By serving Yevon, I am also serving Spira,” he offered in retort, his cheerful demeanor never faltering.
“Is that what you believe?”
“It’s what I’ve always believed all my life.”
“Then let me guide you, young one. You will see Spira and Yevon with your own eyes...and you will see if they are one and the same.”
Floating into the air, the Fayth charged forward, soaring into Wesley as a bright light enveloped him, signaling the joining between the two.
After it was all said and done, Wesley looked around the chamber, wondering if that’s all there was to it. The merging of sorts had only last for a brief second. Though the light was intense and had caused him to flinch, he couldn’t say with certainty that he felt all that different. He had somewhat of a stomach ache. Grasping his stomach, Wesley soon exited the chamber, seeing the curious faces of Shion and Savayna.
“You okay there, Wes?” Sav asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Absolutely!” He winced as he forced himself to smile.
“At least you didn’t pass out,” Shion commented, eyeing him warily as she placed a hand on her hip. “Shall we continue?”
“I thank Yevon and the company of my friends for the strength--” As Wesley spoke, stepping forward, the next thing he knew it, the Summoner was falling forward towards the cold ground, though Savayna quickly caught him, and placed Wesley over her shoulders. Despite being shorter, she was able to support his weight without being slowed. It came with the habit of training daily with her spear strapped around her back.
“So much for that, huh?” Sav commented, laughing as she briefly glanced towards Shion.
The blue haired woman stared at Wesley for a moment, though after some time she let out a rather heavy sigh. “He needs to practice inner strength if this is what Yevon does for him,” She shook her head, somewhat disappointed, although she would look to the Chamber of the Fayth. Without a word, she dropped down and decided to help Savayna with the now unconscious Wesley. If this was the summoner she had come to collect, Spira was in trouble.
God Damn (2010 Version) — Spose — The Yard Sale
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) [Metallica Cover] — Bullet For My Valentine — The Poison (DIgipak Version)
Trial of Tears — Dream Theater — Falling into Infinity
I Kill People — Jon Lajoie — I Kill People
Nothing Can Be Explained (Instrumental Version) — Shio Sagisu — Bleach Original Soundtrack IV
I Feel Like Dancin' — All Time Low — Dirty Work
Three Hours Back — Silverstein — Discovering the Waterfront
Choose Your Fate — Escape the Fate — Escape the Fate
Have Love Will Travel — The Black Keys — Thickfreakness
Friends Don't Let Friends Dial Drunk — Plain White T's — Every Second Counts
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) [Metallica Cover] — Bullet For My Valentine — The Poison (DIgipak Version)
Trial of Tears — Dream Theater — Falling into Infinity
I Kill People — Jon Lajoie — I Kill People
Nothing Can Be Explained (Instrumental Version) — Shio Sagisu — Bleach Original Soundtrack IV
I Feel Like Dancin' — All Time Low — Dirty Work
Three Hours Back — Silverstein — Discovering the Waterfront
Choose Your Fate — Escape the Fate — Escape the Fate
Have Love Will Travel — The Black Keys — Thickfreakness
Friends Don't Let Friends Dial Drunk — Plain White T's — Every Second Counts
Banned for stating the obvious.
Banned for knowing nothing.
Banned because where's Haley?
Chapter I - A Positively Beautiful Morning
"What a beautiful morning it is today!" Wesley exclaimed with a soft, cheerful smile.
As he strolled through Besaid village, dressed in his usual robes that the summoner has always been known to wear on any given day, Wesley went to every tent and gave everyone in the village a smile, often joining them in prayer. From the moment the sun caressed the village, he was ready to tackle the day. Everyone from the blacksmith to the Priests at the temple, Wesley was offering his services by joining them in the morning prayer sessions that were held daily. Though times have been rocky for Spira and believing in New Yevon’s teachings, Wesley never lost faith.
Standing up from his seated position within the Village Leader’s tent, Wesley bowed, his arms stretching apart, body crouched slightly, and then he brought his arms close to him, bending them in an equal ninety degrees as his hands were over each other. “May Yevon be with you,” he said, bowing his head.
“Thank you, Wesley. My daughter has been sick and your coming here has put our hearts at ease. I can feel my daughter’s spirit returning and that’s all thanks to you. How could we ever repay your kindness?”
Wesley waved away the Village Leader. “There is no need for that, Chaka. I’m happy knowing that my visits this past week has brought you some form of peace. With Yevon, peace and happiness are possible.”
Chaka nodded as Wesley left the tent, letting the rays of sunshine bathe on his light skin. When paired up with the gentle breeze that just picked up, Wesley could feel the spirits in the village improving. The smiles that were in fewer amounts were returning. The children who had previously fallen ill were no longer as ill as they once were. If there was anything Wesley could ask for out of the villagers it would be they could benefit from Wesley praying with every single one of them.
Taking only another moment longer to breathe in the clean air, Wesley went about his path. In the two hours he had been praying with Chaka and his family, Wesley had only one last stop before his morning routine was over and that was going to the temple to offer his prayers to the Fayth.
Before Wesley could, however, he hear the familiar sound of a friend’s voice. “Isn’t this the seventh time this week?"
“Good morning, Savayna!” He smiled cheerfully at her, seeing the redhead coming from the mountains. “How did your hunting trip go?”
“As well as to be expected. Kyrie and Touta nearly injured themselves, but we managed to catch a big one for tonight’s feast.”
Wesley was pleased to hear that. “I’m happy. The village is better for it, I’m sure of it!” He was positive of that.
As they walked, Savayna seemed to just roll her eyes at how positive Wesley was. “Don’t you ever have a lower setting for your positivity?” She asked him point blank.
As they seemed to reach the stairs to the temple, Wesley looked at Savayna with quite the puzzled expression. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Well, you’re always so damn cheerful and positive. It’s a bit disturbing that someone I’ve known since most of the time living here has never shown an ounce of negativity or self-doubt. How do you do it, Wesley?”
Even though she explained herself, Wesley was still confused. “I’m sorry, my friend, I still don’t understand. Is there a bad thing about having a positive outlook?”
“Not necessarily, but there’s no way someone could be so happy all the time.”
He still didn’t quite understand where this was coming from, but Wesley shrugged it off. He couldn’t help it. When he saw the smiling faces of the children and all of the villagers who gave him such praise, he couldn’t help but feel humble that people he had known his entire life would honor him with their praise. He didn’t deserve it and he didn’t need it, but that didn’t stop them. The only thing Wesley could do was keep servicing the villagers with his prayers and good wishes.
“I’m just honored that the villagers allow me to pray with them,” Wesley offered to Savayna, hoping his words would offer her some kind of peace of mind.
In return, she rolled her eyes, though as she would see Wesley start to walk up the stairs that led to the temple, she saw one of the priests, Kiat, come this way.
“Wesley! I’m so glad you’re here!” Kiat, who was a man of Wesley’s height and twice his age, was also a man with grayed hair and faded steely eyes.
“Priest Kiat! I was just about to head into the temple for my scheduled prayer with the Fayth.” Wesley informed Kiat, giving his mentor a smile.
“I’m afraid that will have to be put on hold, Wesley. You have a visitor.”
Though he was surprised, Wesley welcomed it regardless. “A visitor for me? Who are they?”
“She wouldn’t say. The only thing she said was that she was here to visit the Summoner of Besaid and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
And now Wesley was confused for the second time in less than ten minutes. Last he checked, he was not a summoner. He had all the tools, but he has yet to gain the official title. And he wouldn’t until the Fayth allowed him to have the Aeon’s power. Nevertheless, though, Wesley was as intrigued as his mind would allow. “Very well. Take me to the outsider,” Wesley told Kiat, looking at Sav, though he saw the way she was looking at him.
“Not a chance. I’m coming with.”
He knew when it was wise to simply nod when it came to Savayna. She was, if nothing else, an adamant girl. Her fire and strong will were one of the things Wesley respected about her. Everything about her was driven by her will to become stronger. Despite her height disadvantage, Savayna proved it to the men of the village that she was just as tough as they were. Something Wesley knew none of them would admit was how much stronger than them she was.
“Very well. Let us be on our way, then.”
As he strolled through Besaid village, dressed in his usual robes that the summoner has always been known to wear on any given day, Wesley went to every tent and gave everyone in the village a smile, often joining them in prayer. From the moment the sun caressed the village, he was ready to tackle the day. Everyone from the blacksmith to the Priests at the temple, Wesley was offering his services by joining them in the morning prayer sessions that were held daily. Though times have been rocky for Spira and believing in New Yevon’s teachings, Wesley never lost faith.
Standing up from his seated position within the Village Leader’s tent, Wesley bowed, his arms stretching apart, body crouched slightly, and then he brought his arms close to him, bending them in an equal ninety degrees as his hands were over each other. “May Yevon be with you,” he said, bowing his head.
“Thank you, Wesley. My daughter has been sick and your coming here has put our hearts at ease. I can feel my daughter’s spirit returning and that’s all thanks to you. How could we ever repay your kindness?”
Wesley waved away the Village Leader. “There is no need for that, Chaka. I’m happy knowing that my visits this past week has brought you some form of peace. With Yevon, peace and happiness are possible.”
Chaka nodded as Wesley left the tent, letting the rays of sunshine bathe on his light skin. When paired up with the gentle breeze that just picked up, Wesley could feel the spirits in the village improving. The smiles that were in fewer amounts were returning. The children who had previously fallen ill were no longer as ill as they once were. If there was anything Wesley could ask for out of the villagers it would be they could benefit from Wesley praying with every single one of them.
Taking only another moment longer to breathe in the clean air, Wesley went about his path. In the two hours he had been praying with Chaka and his family, Wesley had only one last stop before his morning routine was over and that was going to the temple to offer his prayers to the Fayth.
Before Wesley could, however, he hear the familiar sound of a friend’s voice. “Isn’t this the seventh time this week?"
“Good morning, Savayna!” He smiled cheerfully at her, seeing the redhead coming from the mountains. “How did your hunting trip go?”
“As well as to be expected. Kyrie and Touta nearly injured themselves, but we managed to catch a big one for tonight’s feast.”
Wesley was pleased to hear that. “I’m happy. The village is better for it, I’m sure of it!” He was positive of that.
As they walked, Savayna seemed to just roll her eyes at how positive Wesley was. “Don’t you ever have a lower setting for your positivity?” She asked him point blank.
As they seemed to reach the stairs to the temple, Wesley looked at Savayna with quite the puzzled expression. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Well, you’re always so damn cheerful and positive. It’s a bit disturbing that someone I’ve known since most of the time living here has never shown an ounce of negativity or self-doubt. How do you do it, Wesley?”
Even though she explained herself, Wesley was still confused. “I’m sorry, my friend, I still don’t understand. Is there a bad thing about having a positive outlook?”
“Not necessarily, but there’s no way someone could be so happy all the time.”
He still didn’t quite understand where this was coming from, but Wesley shrugged it off. He couldn’t help it. When he saw the smiling faces of the children and all of the villagers who gave him such praise, he couldn’t help but feel humble that people he had known his entire life would honor him with their praise. He didn’t deserve it and he didn’t need it, but that didn’t stop them. The only thing Wesley could do was keep servicing the villagers with his prayers and good wishes.
“I’m just honored that the villagers allow me to pray with them,” Wesley offered to Savayna, hoping his words would offer her some kind of peace of mind.
In return, she rolled her eyes, though as she would see Wesley start to walk up the stairs that led to the temple, she saw one of the priests, Kiat, come this way.
“Wesley! I’m so glad you’re here!” Kiat, who was a man of Wesley’s height and twice his age, was also a man with grayed hair and faded steely eyes.
“Priest Kiat! I was just about to head into the temple for my scheduled prayer with the Fayth.” Wesley informed Kiat, giving his mentor a smile.
“I’m afraid that will have to be put on hold, Wesley. You have a visitor.”
Though he was surprised, Wesley welcomed it regardless. “A visitor for me? Who are they?”
“She wouldn’t say. The only thing she said was that she was here to visit the Summoner of Besaid and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
And now Wesley was confused for the second time in less than ten minutes. Last he checked, he was not a summoner. He had all the tools, but he has yet to gain the official title. And he wouldn’t until the Fayth allowed him to have the Aeon’s power. Nevertheless, though, Wesley was as intrigued as his mind would allow. “Very well. Take me to the outsider,” Wesley told Kiat, looking at Sav, though he saw the way she was looking at him.
“Not a chance. I’m coming with.”
He knew when it was wise to simply nod when it came to Savayna. She was, if nothing else, an adamant girl. Her fire and strong will were one of the things Wesley respected about her. Everything about her was driven by her will to become stronger. Despite her height disadvantage, Savayna proved it to the men of the village that she was just as tough as they were. Something Wesley knew none of them would admit was how much stronger than them she was.
“Very well. Let us be on our way, then.”
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