Terrible Choices
Title: Terrible Choices
Author: jlsigman
Rating: G
Word count: 295
Prompt: May 31 - Final Fantasy X, Bahamut, 'A hard choice for any child to make, even one over a thousand years old'


He was so tired of dreaming.

They all were; all the dreamers wanted the blessing of sleep without dreams. They had been dreaming so long, most had forgotten the reason for creating the dream in the first place.

Not him. He clung to the hope that inspired the dream – that one day the civilization that brought forth Yu Yevon could bring forth the one to finally defeat him.

But it had been so long. And he was so tired.

The rest of the Fayth didn’t straddle the worlds as he did; while the Aeons dreamed, they didn’t live the dream as he did. Oh, Shiva might follow a handsome man for a while, or Yojimbo might inspire a war leader for a generation, but they didn’t get their hands dirty, desperately combing through the dream people for the one who could change both realities.

Bahamut had a child’s frightening focus, and in the end he found what he was looking for, as he always did. The man was physically strong, mentally quick (when sober), and easily adapted to whatever situation he found himself in. He inspired fanatical loyalty from those around him, with one exception.

It was that exception that was tearing Bahamut apart. He had been a real child once, back when the Spira was much younger and the act of becoming an Aeon was much different from the perversion it was now.

He remembered a mother’s loving touch, a father’s coarse exhortations.

He remembered Spira without Sin.

He comforted himself with the knowledge that when this warrior ultimately defeated Sin, the child would fade into the dream and not suffer for long.

A tear rolled down a shadowed face, splashing into the ocean. The ripples blended two worlds, and one was carried over.