Yuna

She was the keeper of the dead.

It wasn’t the more glorious of jobs- spending her days caring for the deceased, making sure their bodies stayed in the ground and their souls passed on to whatever awaited for them beyond this life. It was quiet, a peaceful life, for the most part. Occasionally she and Tidus would have to drive off someone who had come to claim some of the treasures the departed had been buried with. Occasionally she would have to perform the rituals that would send the souls on their way, her complicated dance pulling upon them so they obeyed her command, sending them off to where they were destined to go.

She had been chosen for this job because of her love to dance, because she had been one of the few able to master the steps and phrases and songs that went along with the sending. It was not a job she would have accepted on her own, not at all, but it was a burden she wore proudly.

But she had Tidus, her love and guardian. When she was in the middle of a sending, absorbed in her dancing, he protected her. He made sure she was safe, and when she was able to focus on the world of the living, he made sure she wasn’t alone. He was always by her side, always nearby, and even when they were separated, they were together.

They lived at the edge of the clan- the burial grounds couldn’t be left, couldn’t be abandoned, but they also couldn’t be too close to the clan itself, or risk angering the spirits. The guards stopped by every few hours on their rounds, making sure everything was going find- something they appreciated, being able to hear from members of the clan. Being able to catch up on the on goings: the new laws laid by the Queen, what trouble their Princess had gotten up to, whether or not there had been any rumors of war nearby. A nice part of the day, able to spend a few hours wasted when all was quiet.

Occasionally they were able to even enter the clan proper, able to meet up with everyone else and see their friends and loved one. Able to participate in the family they had become accepted into, though that rare.

The souls and the dead were her concern, the concern she would care for until her apprentice had been found and she could take her own rest. But for now, she was the keeper of the dead.

(Original Pre-Plague Dragon)