so a couple months back I was messing around with the idea of ffx au and I PROBABLY won't actually do it because god how involved that would be but I do still like the headcanons for it.
here's tidus!agnea barging her way into the trial to find summoner hikari lol
“A day?” the younger man said, his voice rising in surprise. With his armor, Agnea thought he must be a fighter of some kind—probably a soldier? It looked like some kind of uniform, which begged the question of what a soldier was doing in a temple, but the priests didn’t seem bothered by his presence. Or if they were, they had a bigger problem on their minds, because the soldier continued: “Is Lord Hikari alright? Is it customary for the summoner to take so long?”
“It’s not unheard of, but…”
“More oft than not, it’s an ill sign,” a second, older priest said.
“I could go check on him,” Agnea offered. A day was a long time to stay in one place, especially with people waiting for him. What could this ‘Lord Hikari’ be doing back there?
Both priests turned to her, the older one with his eyebrows raised high. “It’s forbidden,” he told her, his words slow and clear as if he thought she’d turned stupid with the supposed memory loss. Agnea puffed right up.
“Didn’t you just say you think he might be having trouble? He’s been all on his own for a day and you don’t know how he is because you won’t check on him? What if he had an accident? What if he’s hurt?” She could picture it clear as day, some poor elder sprawled out on the floor, unable to get back up.
“Some summoners have lost their lives to the trial,” the soldier said uneasily.
Agnea stared at him, then at the priests. “And you’re standing out here? What is WRONG with y’all?” She didn’t wait for an answer, storming into the strangely lit hallway and ignoring the soldier calling after her.
The place for trials had a different sort of layout from the rest of the temple. Agnea wondered at that, but it didn’t really matter—well, not until she came to a dead end and a holo-screen popped up on one of the walls. Then she stopped and read the directions on the screen, puzzled. The phrasing of the instructions was all formal and fancy-like and made it sound mysterious. But the little tricks of moving walls and destroying them and what-not with spheres weren’t that mysterious. They’d had holo-screens in Bountivale too, and spheres to conduct energy that could be carried to where it was needed. Some of the best concerts owed their stage setup to those handy little things! If anything, the mystery was that she hadn’t seen them being used anywhere else in this village.
“Miss!”
Agnea started at the call, turning around. The soldier was jogging up to her, his face red, and she planted her feet and put her hands on her waist to make it real clear that if he was thinking of dragging her out, he had another thing coming. Granted, he definitely had the size advantage, but she figured she could still make him regret it. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “It’s ‘forbidden’, right?”
“Only the summoner’s guardians may join him in here. This is a holy place.”
Really? This place with flashy tech? “And are you his guardian?”
“Yes. I was assigned to be Lord Hikari’s guardian for his pilgrimage,” the soldier said, his tone earnest. “But I’m also supposed to protect any civilians, and—the priests told me you’ve forgotten things. I’m sure Vide will understand you didn’t mean to transgress, but you really must go back now.”
Past his muscular build, the fair-haired soldier looked nothing like Partitio. The tone, though, was recognizable. He didn’t mean her any ill will, but he thought she’d lost a few marbles. Agnea sighed. If this guy meant to check on the summoner, then maybe she should go back? “Okay,” she said, putting the glyph sphere she had in his hand. “Here you go. I’ll apologize to the priests.”
“Thank you,” the soldier said with a solemn nod. “But…what is this for? Or is this one of the trial’s mysteries to solve?”
“There’s nothing mysterious about it,” Agnea said, her brows knitting together. “Just put the glyph sphere in.”
The soldier looked at her with an incredible confusion, and Agnea slid right back into exasperation. “Oh, give it here,” she said, yanking the sphere back out of his hands. It only took a couple seconds to insert it into the hole in the wall, and she turned to stare at the man as the wall slid down. His eyes were wide, staring at where the wall had been. “Have you really never seen a glyph sphere before?”
“This is the most sacred part of the temple!” he protested. “Few ever see the inside!”
“Okay, but there’s nothing sacred about a glyph sphere!” Agnea said, but the horrified look he gave her told her that’d been the wrong thing to say.
“I don’t know why you call it by that name, but it is very clearly part of the temple’s trial! You must stop with this blasphemy. It would upset the priests greatly,” the soldier insisted.
Agnea took a deep breath. “All right, let’s start over. I’m Agnea. What’s your name?”
“I…I’m Crick,” the man answered. He looked a little unsure at the change of direction, his indignation fizzling.
Agnea smiled. “Things have been very confusing for me lately, so I’m frustrated, but it is nice to meet you, Crick. So, you’re Hikari’s—“
“Lord Hikari.”
“—Lord Hikari’s guardian. I might not be a guardian, but I’m worried about him too, and I know how to use these spheres. So let me help you make sure Lord Hikari is okay, and then I’ll worry about the priests. If Lord Hikari’s hurt, isn’t that the more important issue?”
“You have a point…” The soldier, Crick, looked into the newly visible corridor past the opened wall. “Stay close, at least. Please do not touch anything except what is necessary for the trial.”
“Because it’s holy. I understand.” She didn’t understand why it was holy, but she understood everyone was going to lose their minds if she didn’t mind herself. The important thing was getting Crick to stop trying to shoo her and focus on finding this poor elder.
The rest of the trial wasn’t exactly hard. At some points there were multiple obstacles and multiple spheres, but that just took a little bit of thinking about which went where. Agnea was a little confused why this was set up as a trial, let alone a life-threatening one from how it sounded. True, there could be accidents with spheres if they were mishandled, but all you needed was a little common sense. But it seemed that truly wasn’t common here. If spheres really were that rare here, why use them to set up puzzles? Surely they’d be handier elsewhere.
But it didn’t seem like Crick would know the answer to that question, or like it being asked to start with, so Agnea kept it to herself. Instead she focused on solving the sphere puzzles and getting through the trial while keeping her ears open for any moans or groans. They didn’t know how far Lord Hikari had gotten, after all.
They eventually made it to a lavishly decorated room, the stones of the floor colored in rich patterns leading up stairs. There was yet another door, but this time Agnea didn’t see any places for a sphere to fit in.
“I believe we’ve reached the end,” Crick said in a hushed voice. “Beyond here, the acolyte prays to the fayth, only emerging once they’ve become a summoner.”
“Oh, that’s neat,” Agnea said, and then cupped her hands over her mouth. “Lord Hikari?”
Crick’s eyes bulged as he moved to clap his hand over her mouth, just barely stopping shy of touching her. “Sh! Shhh! You mustn’t disturb him—“
“Who’s there?” a man’s voice called from beyond the door. It sounded weary, but he was at least conscious. That was a little relief.
“Are you Lord Hikari?” Agnea called again. “We came to check on you. I’m here because your guardian needed a little help with the trial.”
“You’re here because you insisted!” Crick shot back. “Don’t make it sound like my doing!” He raised his voice as well. “Lord Hikari, my apologies. I can explain—“
The door opened, sliding up into the wall to show first a pair of sturdy boots, then black trousers, a red surcoat falling over them…and the sheath of a sword, which made Agnea’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She thought the summoner would be like a priest, but was he more like Crick, a soldier?
Then her eyes finally moved on from the surprise of the sword to a new discovery: while this whole time she’d been picturing an old man like the priests, “Lord Hikari” looked like he was her age. Maybe he had a couple years on her, but not many. In spite of his youth, though, he looked like the trial really had exhausted him somehow, his face shining with sweat as he stared at Crick and Agnea. He held one hand on the wall to steady himself.
He seemed confused by both of them being there, but his eyes narrowed at Crick first. “Go back to my brother. I did not ask for a guardian.”
“Lord Hikari, with all due respect, a summoner needs a guardian for the pilgrimage—“
“I will not have one,” Hikari insisted. The hand on the wall tightened its grip. “Be on your way.”
“Don’t be like that,” Agnea spoke up. “Crick’s been worried about you. I was worried too. And for good reason, it seems!”
Hikari’s dark eyes slid to her. He still looked irritated, but he sounded more bewildered when he asked, “Who are you? You should not be here.”
“My name’s Agnea,” she said. “And, um, no, I guess I’m not supposed to be here, but everyone thinks I got some of the Shadow’s toxin and I was worried you were hurt so…don’t be mad? And don’t be mad at Crick. He did tell me to leave. But people were saying the trial might kill you, and…and I just…” Agnea was surprised to find tears prickling at her eyes. He was fine. He was fine. And so was everyone back home, even if the stadium had gotten wrecked and she’d been flung to some weird remote corner of the world, they had to be fine, but she still sniffled, rubbing at her face with the heel of her hand. “I just wanted to be sure you weren’t hurt.”
There was a brief moment of silence, and she wondered if Hikari was still angry. But his voice was gentle when he spoke again. “I am not hurt. Thank you for your concern, Agnea. Crick…we will discuss the matter of my pilgrimage later. For now, give me a moment to rest. Becoming a summoner was more trying than I had anticipated.”
“But you have become a summoner?” Crick asked, his voice rising with excitement.
“Hm.” Hikari’s voice was heavy as he let himself sink back down, sitting at the top of the stairs. “Yes. I have become a summoner.”
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one idea I really liked was hikari being like "I DON'T WANT GUARDIANS BECAUSE I'M DYING ANYWAY WHAT'S THE POINT (ends up leading the biggest summoning pilgrimage ever)"
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