Sulyya Spring - Subterranean Lake
“We’ll set up camp here,” Lightning announced, indicating a patch of cleared meadow. After traversing the dark tunnels of Malhabara, everyone was feeling tired and demoralized. Despite his best efforts, it was apparent that Hope won’t be able to keep up with the company’s pace. He haven’t ate all days and only rested for a second when Sazh unsuccessfully tried to reawaken the ancient Pulse machines. Even Lightning, with her solider stamina, dreaded the idea of facing another battle. Funnily enough, the only person looking happy was the baby Chocobo. She wondered if that meant safety. Didn’t Vanille mention once that Chocobos had a good sense of defense? Regardless, it would be dangerous for them to move on without sleep. Sulya Springs, with its ample water and food, felt like a natural stopping point. “We’ll stop here for the night,” she repeated.
“Alright! I was hoping you’d say that!” said Sazh, “let’s get the fire started and meat cracking. Me and the kid here will go for some fishing” With the baby Chocobo bouncing in his afro, Sazh happily headed back toward the lake. Hope, looking slightly less gloomy, trailed behind. Light wondered if Snow should have gone with them, as neither was truly capable of fighting. But the self proclaimed “hero” seemed to have disappeared. she thought. Still no one should be alone here on Pulse. You never know where the danger lies. “Better go find him,” Fang nodded toward Snow’s general direction, “before he hurts himself.”
“Right,” Lightning replied, walking toward the distant silhouette of Snow’s tall back. Fang watched Lightning leave then turned to make sure everything was in place. She wanted to sit down beside Vanille and savor the sight of beloved Pulse. But something made her tense; not necessarily uneasy, just a little restless. “Vanille, watch our packs won’t you? I’m going to look around. Holler if you need anything,” Fang beamed at her orange haired companion, “I’ll come running.”
“You promise?” Vanille kidded, smiling up at her. Fang had always made her feel so safe. “Have I ever let you down?” Fang laughed, nudging Vanille with her knee. She scanned the area once more before walking back toward Atomos. The party had promised to help each fallen l’Cie as best they could. Still, there was something about the Cie’th stone they passed earlier. It had called to her, binding itself to her on a personal level. Fang wondered if she knew it, maybe it was a remanent of a past friend?
Walking passed the lakes, she can’t help but laugh at Sazh and Hope’s comical attempts at fishing. The boy was trying to ring in the fishes with his boomerang while Sazh busily casted haste spells. Surprisingly, judging by the single fish they caught, it was at least semi-effective. Although the edibleness of the catch is another question all together. Fang jokingly asked if perhaps it would be better for them to catch the frogs and left fishing to Vanille. Both men were either too embarrassed or stubborn to listen. “Too bad,” she shouted back, jumping across the last mini island, “the frogs are quite tasty.” Sparing a glance backward before exiting the cave, Fang laughed as the boys headed back toward camp to ask Vanille for help.
The moment she exited the cave, Fang felt the pull again. As she walked slowly toward the crystal, each step seemed to make her more emotional. It was as if her soul was bound to the stone. Fang tightened her grasp on the lance and braced herself for the truth. Brushing her hands against the cold crystal, she finally understood her connection with the ancient Cie’th Stone. “Father,” she whispered.
Anyone else think the Cieth on Pulse are real sad? I was reading this Cieth stone near Atomos and its like "duuuuuudddddeee". So this is an introduction to a longer story based on that Cieth. Hope you guys like it.