Wakka nodded as he listened to her, his head tilted off to one side before he looked back out over the land.
"Its vary rare that someone travels for the love of it, I am afraid I am not one of those people. I have enjoyed the things I have seen and done but to be honest the thing that I would have wanted to do was stay at home, far far away from here, across the desert. Truth is my herd were very strange, they were a bit like a cult worshiping a old god. They said we where the protectors of this sacred place and it was our duty to the end of time to watch over it and make the god happy. However our home was dying, grass turned to dust, water turned to ash and one by one my fellow herd members died. Until only a few of us lived. My mother was the leader. She said that it was a test set by the old god. That we must stand and endure what he throws at us. I disagreed and left to find food and water, I was not going to die over something that I never believed in. After I left my mother saw it as I sign of me being a traitor, she thinks that my blood would appease the wrath of the old god. On her death bed, she told her daughter, my sister, to take my life. Since then I have been running. From land to land, I know if my sister caught me I would be dead and she will never stop looking till her breathe escapes her lungs. However now, I am sick of running, I want to settle down and not let my whole life revolve around this nonsense. I have not seen her in years and I think now, its time for me to find peace. In fact I know it is. If she finds me, then its just tough, I will deal with it when she gets here. I have met you, I have met Ballad, I am sick of just having friends for a few days then having to run off with my tail between my legs, no more."
He pouted, in a way he could not even believe that had busted out of him. Not even Ballad, his best friend, knew about his past. He shook his head, snapping out of his little flash back and looking down at Rain. Blinking and standing up to wonder forward a little. He did not really know what to say, he did not know what she could say. Their was a reason why he never told anyone about this. Who would want to be close to someone who had a death sentence over their head. Deep down Wakka wanted to think that his sister had lost him years down the road. He wanted it with all his heart. However was he sure? would he risk the lives of his friends? He did knot know. His destiny was still so unclear to him.
He wondered what the moral was to his story...
"... I am sorry, I guess I got a little carried away, maybe stories like mine, can not have a happy ending, maybe that in itself is a moral... maybe its why I like fair tales so much."
He forced a small chuckle.
"Its vary rare that someone travels for the love of it, I am afraid I am not one of those people. I have enjoyed the things I have seen and done but to be honest the thing that I would have wanted to do was stay at home, far far away from here, across the desert. Truth is my herd were very strange, they were a bit like a cult worshiping a old god. They said we where the protectors of this sacred place and it was our duty to the end of time to watch over it and make the god happy. However our home was dying, grass turned to dust, water turned to ash and one by one my fellow herd members died. Until only a few of us lived. My mother was the leader. She said that it was a test set by the old god. That we must stand and endure what he throws at us. I disagreed and left to find food and water, I was not going to die over something that I never believed in. After I left my mother saw it as I sign of me being a traitor, she thinks that my blood would appease the wrath of the old god. On her death bed, she told her daughter, my sister, to take my life. Since then I have been running. From land to land, I know if my sister caught me I would be dead and she will never stop looking till her breathe escapes her lungs. However now, I am sick of running, I want to settle down and not let my whole life revolve around this nonsense. I have not seen her in years and I think now, its time for me to find peace. In fact I know it is. If she finds me, then its just tough, I will deal with it when she gets here. I have met you, I have met Ballad, I am sick of just having friends for a few days then having to run off with my tail between my legs, no more."
He pouted, in a way he could not even believe that had busted out of him. Not even Ballad, his best friend, knew about his past. He shook his head, snapping out of his little flash back and looking down at Rain. Blinking and standing up to wonder forward a little. He did not really know what to say, he did not know what she could say. Their was a reason why he never told anyone about this. Who would want to be close to someone who had a death sentence over their head. Deep down Wakka wanted to think that his sister had lost him years down the road. He wanted it with all his heart. However was he sure? would he risk the lives of his friends? He did knot know. His destiny was still so unclear to him.
He wondered what the moral was to his story...
"... I am sorry, I guess I got a little carried away, maybe stories like mine, can not have a happy ending, maybe that in itself is a moral... maybe its why I like fair tales so much."
He forced a small chuckle.
