[center][h3]Chapter I - A Positively Beautiful Morning[/h3][/center][hr]
[indent][indent][color=dodgerblue]"What a beautiful morning it is today!"[/color] Wesley exclaimed with a soft, cheerful smile.

As he strolled through Besaid village, dressed in his usual robes that the summoner has always been known to wear on any given day, Wesley went to every tent and gave everyone in the village a smile, often joining them in prayer. From the moment the sun caressed the village, he was ready to tackle the day. Everyone from the blacksmith to the Priests at the temple, Wesley was offering his services by joining them in the morning prayer sessions that were held daily. Though times have been rocky for Spira and believing in New Yevon’s teachings, Wesley never lost faith.

Standing up from his seated position within the Village Leader’s tent, Wesley bowed, his arms stretching apart, body crouched slightly, and then he brought his arms close to him, bending them in an equal ninety degrees as his hands were over each other. [color=dodgerblue]“May Yevon be with you,”[/color] he said, bowing his head.

“Thank you, Wesley. My daughter has been sick and your coming here has put our hearts at ease. I can feel my daughter’s spirit returning and that’s all thanks to you. How could we ever repay your kindness?”

Wesley waved away the Village Leader. [color=dodgerblue]“There is no need for that, Chaka. I’m happy knowing that my visits this past week has brought you some form of peace. With Yevon, peace and happiness are possible.”[/color]

Chaka nodded as Wesley left the tent, letting the rays of sunshine bathe on his light skin. When paired up with the gentle breeze that just picked up, Wesley could feel the spirits in the village improving. The smiles that were in fewer amounts were returning. The children who had previously fallen ill were no longer as ill as they once were. If there was anything Wesley could ask for out of the villagers it would be they could benefit from Wesley praying with every single one of them. 

Taking only another moment longer to breathe in the clean air, Wesley went about his path. In the two hours he had been praying with Chaka and his family, Wesley had only one last stop before his morning routine was over and that was going to the temple to offer his prayers to the Fayth.

Before Wesley could, however, he hear the familiar sound of a friend’s voice. [color=cd5c5c]“Isn’t this the seventh time this week?"[/color]

[color=dodgerblue]“Good morning, Savayna!”[/color] He smiled cheerfully at her, seeing the redhead coming from the mountains. [color=dodgerblue]“How did your hunting trip go?”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“As well as to be expected. Kyrie and Touta nearly injured themselves, but we managed to catch a big one for tonight’s feast.”[/color]

Wesley was pleased to hear that. [color=dodgerblue]“I’m happy. The village is better for it, I’m sure of it!”[/color] He was positive of that. 

As they walked, Savayna seemed to just roll her eyes at how positive Wesley was. [color=cd5c5c]“Don’t you ever have a lower setting for your positivity?”[/color] She asked him point blank.

As they seemed to reach the stairs to the temple, Wesley looked at Savayna with quite the puzzled expression. [color=dodgerblue]“I don’t know what you mean by that.”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“Well, you’re always so damn cheerful and positive. It’s a bit disturbing that someone I’ve known since most of the time living here has never shown an ounce of negativity or self-doubt. How do you do it, Wesley?”[/color]

Even though she explained herself, Wesley was still confused. [color=dodgerblue]“I’m sorry, my friend, I still don’t understand. Is there a bad thing about having a positive outlook?”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“Not necessarily, but there’s no way someone could be so happy all the time.”[/color] 

He still didn’t quite understand where this was coming from, but Wesley shrugged it off. He couldn’t help it. When he saw the smiling faces of the children and all of the villagers who gave him such praise, he couldn’t help but feel humble that people he had known his entire life would honor him with their praise. He didn’t deserve it and he didn’t need it, but that didn’t stop them. The only thing Wesley could do was keep servicing the villagers with his prayers and good wishes.

[color=dodgerblue]“I’m just honored that the villagers allow me to pray with them,”[/color] Wesley offered to Savayna, hoping his words would offer her some kind of peace of mind.

In return, she rolled her eyes, though as she would see Wesley start to walk up the stairs that led to the temple, she saw one of the priests, Kiat, come this way. 

“Wesley! I’m so glad you’re here!” Kiat, who was a man of Wesley’s height and twice his age, was also a man with grayed hair and faded steely eyes.

[color=dodgerblue]“Priest Kiat! I was just about to head into the temple for my scheduled prayer with the Fayth.”[/color] Wesley informed Kiat, giving his mentor a smile.

“I’m afraid that will have to be put on hold, Wesley. You have a visitor.”

Though he was surprised, Wesley welcomed it regardless. [color=dodgerblue]“A visitor for me? Who are they?”[/color]

“She wouldn’t say. The only thing she said was that she was here to visit the Summoner of Besaid and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

And now Wesley was confused for the second time in less than ten minutes. Last he checked, he was not a summoner. He had all the tools, but he has yet to gain the official title. And he wouldn’t until the Fayth allowed him to have the Aeon’s power. Nevertheless, though, Wesley was as intrigued as his mind would allow. [color=dodgerblue]“Very well. Take me to the outsider,”[/color] Wesley told Kiat, looking at Sav, though he saw the way she was looking at him.

[color=cd5c5c]“Not a chance. I’m coming with.”[/color]

He knew when it was wise to simply nod when it came to Savayna. She was, if nothing else, an adamant girl. Her fire and strong will were one of the things Wesley respected about her. Everything about her was driven by her will to become stronger. Despite her height disadvantage, Savayna proved it to the men of the village that she was just as tough as they were. Something Wesley knew none of them would admit was how much stronger than them she was.

[color=dodgerblue]“Very well. Let us be on our way, then.”[/color]
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