Warrior of Moonlight
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“If I may,” Thancred said, shaking the conjurer from her reverie, “The lovely maiden beside me is named Y’shtola.” He glanced back at his friend, grinning wolfishly. “Limsa Lominsa has the pleasure of being under her care.”
Y’shtola pointedly ignored Thancred, instead looking the newest Scion directly in the eye. “Greetings,” she deadpanned.
“...hi,” said the adventurer. Her face was darkened by a slight blush-- embarrassment at Thancred’s antics, no doubt.
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- Part 1 of Warrior of Moonlight
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In ancient Amaurot, countless centuries ago, love blossoms between two first-year Akadaemia Anyder students with ambitious plans for the future named Hades and Persephone; two lives are forever intertwined.
In frozen Garlemald, in the last year of the Seventh Umbral Era, an aging Emperor Solus zos Galvus, preparing to exit stage left and leave his empire to his squabbling successors, learns of a foe with an achingly familiar face; two stories are hopelessly tangled.
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- Part 2 of Warrior of Moonlight
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Then, abruptly, the characteristic pop of an aetherial discharge and sudden displacement of air that could only mean one thing— someone had just been teleported onto the Ragnarok.
Thancred’s heart soared as he saw Rinh Panipahr materialize before his eyes—
—and then sunk like a stone when the teleportation magicks keeping Rinh suspended in the air dissipated, she tumbled to the ground in a cacophonous clatter of armor, and he finally got a good look at the state she was in.
She was sprawled out across the floor, seemingly motionless, limbs slack and head lolling alarmingly. Her face was swollen with florid bruises and caked with dried blood. Her armor was a wreck— dented here, torn asunder there, and everywhere pockmarked with deep, jagged punctures. Blood slowly pooled beneath her.
The Scions were aghast; a terrible silence hung over the bridge. For one horrifying moment, Thancred was sure that she was dead.
Before that thought could take root, though, Y’shtola spoke. “Her aether stirs,” she said, “She yet lives— but her injuries are grave, and she needs help, now.”
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At the end of everything, Thancred reflects on where it all began.
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- Part 3 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 1: crux
Hades grins. “Yes, well, it’s important to keep one’s eyes on the prize.”
Persephone gives him a skeptical look. “What the heck is that meant to mean?”
Hades responds by gently putting his hand on Persephone’s cheek and turning her head so she’s looking right at the Capitol.
“The government?”
“The Convocation,” he says.
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- Part 4 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 4: clinch
The only ones left, then, were Lahabrea, defending a concept one of the rising stars of his Word at the Akadaemia had engendered; Azem, calling for its permanent shelving; Emet-Selch himself, who agreed with Azem but at this point was seriously wondering if this was worth all the trouble; and poor Elidibus stuck doing what the Emissary must do to when the Convocation is divided against itself-- trying to find enough common ground to bring it back together.
Well, Halmarut was there, too, but he was slumped over on the conference table, fast asleep. The lucky bastard.
“You’re overcautious to a fault, Azem,” Lahabrea said, “Clearly, the public good needs to be be considered, but we already have a system in place for that: the Bureau of the fucking Architect. One would think you, of all people, would be aware of that, given that you’re literally fucking the Architect--”
“Lahabrea,” Elidibus cut in, his tone cautioning, “I once again ask that you refrain from making personal attacks against your fellow Convocation members. Argue your point, if you please, not Azem’s character.”
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- Part 5 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 5: matter of fact
“Does it feel weird?” Rinh asks.
“No,” Y’shtola says, matter-of-factly, “Aside from the discontinuity of being hale and hearty when I departed the First, and suffering the effects of a long period of inactivity— atrophying of muscles, stiffness of limbs, and so on-- the moment I opened my eyes again in Dawn’s Respite. Trivial matters when compared to, say, being bodily reconstituted from the Lifestream itself not once but twice.”
“You’ve really ought to stop doing that, by the way.”
“Well,” said Y’shtola, “I was thinking of using Flow to get around all the time to save money on aetheryte fees, but I shall refrain for the time being.”
Rinh laughs, bright and lilting. Every time she could get Rinh to laugh felt like a gift to Y’shtola; the Warrior of Darkness carried the hopes and fears of two worlds on her back, and Y’shtola would ease that burden whenever she could.
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- Part 6 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 7: nonagenarian
Matoya was, emphatically, not expecting any visitors to intrude upon her sanctum. One would think that, at her age, with her long list of scholarly accomplishments, after giving so much of her life over to the advancement of aetherology, she deserved some peace and quiet as she worked.
At least for long enough to finish grading her students’ term papers (execrable, as always— somehow even worse than last year’s lot). Her office hours were clearly posted on her door, and even then it was well known that undergraduates who took advantage of them without good reason did so at their peril.
So, of course, when she was interrupted by the sound of her door creaking open, it was totally unsurprising.
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- Part 7 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 8: clamor
It was never particularly difficult to tell what Haurchefant was thinking. Where other Ishgardians were closed-off, he wore his emotions on his sleeve; where they were cold, he was possessed of a boundless warmth. Even the other Ishgardians she’d met and gotten on perfectly well with-- Aymeric, commander of the Temple Knights, for example, or his second Lucia-- seemed to always be holding some piece of themselves back. Not so with Haurchefant. Rinh herself-- who’d gotten into the habit of folding up her feelings and storing them away to deal with later, especially when things were bad (and, for the moment, they were assuredly bad)-- could learn a thing or two from him.
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- Part 7 of Warrior of Moonlight
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ffxiv write 2020 day 14: part
“Do you think Sadu was flirting with me?” Rinh says, parting the flaps of the tent they’d set up near Mol Iloh to let Y’shtola clamber into it.
Y’shtola raises an eyebrow.
“I mean,” says Rinh, ducking into the tent herself, “All that stuff about how brightly her soul burns when she faces me, never has she felt such bliss in defeat, and so on.”
Y’shtola shrugs off her coat. “You know more of the Xaela than I do, ‘Khagan’; however, it is striking that Magnai made his clumsy overtures to me immediately after I trounced him in battle.”
Rinh laughs. “I’m pretty sure he asks literally every woman he meets if she’s his Nhaama. He asked Cirina if she was his Nhaama. He asked me if I was his Nhaama. Twice.”
“Twice?”
“First when he was having us do chores as tribute and it seemed easier to just play along. And then again when someone— presumably Hien, since Lyse would never do me dirty like that— let it slip that my people are called ‘Keepers of the Moon’ and he got entirely the wrong idea.”
“Oh dear,” Y’shtola says.
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- Part 9 of Warrior of Moonlight
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“Admit it, Shtola,” said Lyse, sitting down next to Y’shtola, “You like being pampered like this.”
“Perhaps,” said Y’shtola, but her noncommittal answer was belied by the smile on her face. She drank the last of her tea, and set the cup aside. “I shall have to find some way to express my gratitude,” she murmured, more softly, before turning and favoring Lyse with a lingering kiss.
Lyse laced her fingers through Y’shtola’s. “You always take such good care of us, Shtola,” she said, “But I want to take care of you, too.”
“Take care of me, or take care of me?” Y’shtola asked, mildly, although she could feel her cheeks burning.
“Oh, you know me,” Lyse said breezily, “I’m flexible.”
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- Part 10 of Warrior of Moonlight
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This is a previous version of a fic that was eventually rewritten and continued elsewhere; see notes for more information
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- Part 11 of Warrior of Moonlight