Precious Learning

Prologue

The sun beat down upon his already tanned and glistening shoulders. All around the air had melted into a thick vapor, and it coated him like an extra skin, sticking like honey. Summer had borne its worst upon the Maranda Plains, and the already worn traveler was trapped right in its midst. He sighed, wiping his brow on the back of his hand. When that didn't remedy his discomfort, he resorted to dumping some of his canteen water over his head. "At least it's a little cooler," he muttered, even as he'd only soaked himself even more.

Suffering just as much from the heat as he, his chocobo mount Rix twisted its head curiously and chirped. "You said it!" Sabin Rene Figaro declared, patting its feathered neck. "We've got to get out of here and find us some shade, eh? Almost there."

Up ahead, the outline of a forest could be seen, waiting at the horizon-the gates of Heaven, as far as mount and rider were concerned. They'd traveled all day in the nearly unbearable heat from Miranda. Though the weather had been less than sympathetic, Sabin had found the trip pleasant in its relative peacefulness. They hadn't come across any of the usually abundant wild beasts since that morning-he took it as a good sign. After all the drastic changes that had taken place in the world over the past two years, he was afraid that nature would be content to leave itself wild. Perhaps things were finally settling down.

"It's only been half a year since Kefka," he told his faithful friend, who merely blinked his wide black eyes. "Don't you think it's about time to settle down?"

Rix snorted, as if insulted by the idea. "Yeah, I know. We're not the type, are we?" He laughed. The best thing about traveling alone, he would often tell people, was that no one was around to catch you having a conversation with your chocobo. But then, he'd always believed that Rix was smarter than most of his peers.

Sometime later they reached the forest, and there rested at its edge. Sabin caught and cooked himself some dinner while Rix munched happily on some greens nearby. Then they were up and off again, into the woods. Only Sabin's excellent sense of direction kept them on course-even now few people were brave enough to leave the cities, and so no trails were available to follow. They didn't stop again until that night, when it became too dark to see clearly. The next morning found them again traveling, and by noon they'd exited the forest once more. Their path spread out before them, beautiful and green, marred only by a thin dirt road that led off to the west. "That leads to the Opera House," Sabin informed his partner. "And from there, we'll go to Jidor."

He paused, as his eye caught sight of some movement in the sky to the north. A thin trail of smoke rose from what appeared to be the remnants of a foundation. "C'mon, Rix." He spurred his mount on in that direction. "Looks like there was a fire. Gotta see if there are any survivors."

As they got closer, the stench of smoke grew stronger. Sabin grimaced at what he saw-nearly all of the building had been burned completely to the ground; the possibility of finding any survivors was grim. Still he urged Rix on, stroking his head-feathers in assurance. The animal grunted in complaint but continued. When they were close enough, Sabin made the rest of the trip on foot. He crouched down on the edge of the blackened ring of debris. Before him lay a stretched mound of blackened ash: it took him a moment to recognize the form as having once been human.

"Poor bastard." Sabin sighed and stood up, brushing his hands off on his trousers even though he'd touched nothing. "Didn't stand a chance, did ya?" He glanced around, wondering how many bodies lay about, and if it was worth the trouble to try burying them. When he glanced back at the corpse, however, his attention focused on a hint of reflected light. He bent down once more. With a grimace, he pulled the object out of the mess and dusted it off. It looked like a necklace of some sort, and it was in the shape of a cross.

Sabin frowned, looking over the building. It had once been a church. The thought unsettled him somewhat. He returned the cross to its owner, and there came upon yet another surprise: more metal, stuck within the remains. He managed to retrieve the item without dirtying himself too much. "What the hell…?" He turned the item over in palm. It was an arrowhead.

"Rix." He signaled for the chocobo to come forward, and he quickly tucked both objects into the saddlebags. With a wary glance at the surrounding area, he climbed into the saddle and started away from the destroyed building.

Precious Learning

Chapter 1: Departure

Terra was exhausted. She'd hidden the fact from her family and herself as long as she was able, but the fatigue was catching up to her. I can't rest yet. Not while they need me, she told herself over and over, continuing to care for the children. With a toddler resting in one arm she moved from room to room of the large house, making sure each child was in bed and comfortable. In return they gave her weary smiles and quiet goodnights. She smiled back at them, and hoped that her expression showed none of her ill ease. "Rest now," she told them. "Tomorrow will be busy again."

"Mommy Terra," little Tori asked, "is Norin gonna be okay?"

"He's going to be just fine," she replied, making sure that everyone in the room had heard. "He just needs some time to sleep, and get better. He'll be playing again in good time."

Tori lowered her eyes, and twisted the sheets around her thin fingers. "But you said Willis was going to be okay, too."

Terra's heart jumped, and she swallowed back her sorrow, so that it wouldn't show on her surface. "I know, Tori. But Norin is strong-he'll be all right. You're all going to be just fine. Now get some rest."

The girl's tiny face reflected doubt, but she only nodded and settled in for the night. Terra pressed her lips tightly. No, stop it. You can't think about that now, or you'll upset them all. Come on, Terra. Come on now.

Terra took a deep breath and left the room. She strode down the hall, shifting the weight of the child on her hip. He murmured something and kept on sleeping, happily oblivious. "I envy you, little one," she whispered as she tucked him into bed in his room. "Sleep well."

She paused at the next room. Now, calm down and pull yourself together. This is important. She tapped lightly on the door before letting herself in. "Norin? Are you still awake?" The room was dark, and filled with the smell of shadows-at least, that was how Gimi had described it. Again Terra quickly leashed her emotions. Gimi had told her that the night he died.

"Terra?" Norin pushed himself into a sitting position, and leaned his back against the headboard for support. He was one of the older children in Mobliz at age fourteen, and one of her biggest helpers. Several times she'd depended on his strength and obedience in aiding the other children. Now, his body had grown weak, drained and crippled by the sickness that had been haunting their small home for the past several months. His once bright eyes were weary and dull. His skin had grown pale, and his limbs thin, as if foretelling the fate that lay in wait for him.

Every day Terra's heart was broken by the sight of his slight frame. She sat beside him, and removed a bag of fine powder from her pocket. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she emptied a portion of it into a nearby cup of water.

"A little better, I think. Just really tired."

"That's good." Please, don't let me lose this one. Terra mixed the medicine and waited patiently as he drank. "You're getting plenty of rest, I hope."

Norin chuckled faintly, which warmed her. "All I ever do is rest," he said with a smile.

Terra sighed thankfully; he still had his spirit, which calmed her anxieties somewhat. "Well, keep up the good work, then," she replied cheerfully. "You're my best man, Norin. You've got to stay strong."

"Always." He handed her the cup. "Is everyone asleep already?"

"Almost. So into bed with you." She helped him lay down once more, and pulled the covers up to his chin. "I'll be back in the morning to check on you."

"G'night."

"Good night, Norin." Terra gave him one last smile before turning down the lamp, and leaving the room.

That's everyone. You can sleep, now. Terra sighed, and started toward her bedroom near the building's front. She'd chosen the quarters herself, with windows facing east that would allow in the busy sunlight every morning. She would rise at dawn to prepare breakfast, tend to the laundry as the children ate, and cleaned as they played outside. Each day was a parade of passing games, clothing that needed mending, minor injuries that required her care. And with a smile she provided for her extended family, until her limbs hung wearily and her head spun. At night the warm bed was a welcomed relief.

But lately her routine had changed; now added to the chores of cleaning and food-making was the strain of tending to the invalid. Several months ago the first child had fallen ill: Sara, only eight years old. At first it had seemed only a minor flu, which had become a fever. Two weeks later Terra and Dwaine buried her on a hill on the outside of town.

Terra entered her room that night with the memories of that day circling her mind. With arms that were filthy and tired from digging, she'd embraced as many of her children as she could, and whispered prayers of condolence and encouragement. Even now, the thought of their tears brought her pain. She climbed into bed without bothering to change clothes. She hoped that the dark would be enough to give her slumber. But lying there alone, surrounded by the shadows whose odor only she could detect, her agonies resurfaced. And like on the night Sara died, she cried hard, her body shaking, curled tightly beneath her sheets.

Terra awoke the next morning with a bitter taste in her mouth, and weak bones held together loosely with sore muscles. Someone was shaking her, whispering, "Momma, Momma, wake up. Wake up, Momma." She groaned and then, realizing that morning streamed through her window, lurched upright.

Standing beside her bed was Tori, her eyes wide and almost fearful. "Momma, someone's here. A big boat is landing."

"A boat?" she echoed, slow to comprehend what the child was saying. She pulled herself out of bed and stretched weakly. Her feet stumbled a bit when they tried to support her. "What are you talking about, Tori? We're nowhere near the water."

"A boat is landing from the sky," Tori said anxiously, tugging at her hand. "Come on, Momma. You gotta see."

A boat…from the sky? An airship? Terra quickly followed the child out of her room, and then outside. There's only one airship left. But could it really be…? As she'd suspected, as soon as she exited the building she was hit by a tremendous gale. Shielding her eyes she stared up at the steadily approaching form: an airship, preparing to land on Mobliz's border. "Tori, tell everyone to go inside," she instructed the child sternly, who was only one of many which had come to see the huge vessel. "Go on, now. Don't worry-nothing's wrong."

Tori nodded, still watching the ship. At last she jarred to life and began her task. Once the airship had landed, everyone was safely inside save Terra and Dwaine. "Is it him?" Dwaine asked, made nervous by the size of their visitor.

"Don't worry." Terra's heart soared with relief when a familiar figure stepped out of the ship's belly: a tall man with pale silver hair, whose black coat dragged behind him like the cape of a monarch. Even with the distance between them she could see his mouth opened with a mighty grin in place. She ran to meet him, nearly tripping in the effort, and was greeted with a rib-snapping hug.

"Terra! You haven't changed at all," Setzer Gabbiani laughed as he spun her in a circle that made her dizzy. "How long has it been? Years, isn't it?"

Terra laughed-only five months had passed since she'd seen him last. She wanted to retort with some greeting of her own, but her brain could come up with nothing suitable. She merely leaned against him, enjoying the feel of a strong arm supporting her. His laughter reminded her of times that felt over to her-a distant way of life. Five months ago, her precious family had been complete. She remembered, because he'd given a silver dollar to each and every one of them, promising them the chance to use his new casino once it was built. Not all of them would be able to live up to that deal.

"Terra?" Setzer tried to step back and give himself a view of her face, but she would not recoil. Her hands were wound tightly around the leathery fabric of his coat, strained white. He felt a tremor ripple through her body. "Terra, are you all right? Are…are you crying, dear?"

"Setzer, I…." Terra shuddered again and pulled close to him, surrendering a sob. "I can't…since you left…with everyone…I…."

"Calm down, 'love." He messaged her shoulders gently, and hoped it was a comfort to her. "What's the matter?" His concern increased when she sagged against him heavily, as if her legs had suddenly relinquished their function. "Hey now, pull yourself together. What's happened?"

Terra tried to right herself, though she would not retreat from or release the wandering gambler. "It's the children," she choked despairingly. "They're dying, of a disease." He started in shock. "I…if only I could still use my power, to help them…." She buried her face in his shirtfront once more. "I can't take care of them all, not like this. Setzer, five dead in four months. Sara, Talin, Gimi, Breyen, Willis…all gone…." She trailed off into another sob.

For several moments Setzer was immobile. He'd never seen Terra considerably upset in the past-to see her weep was alarming. Her held her steady and stroked her hair a bit awkwardly. "There, now," he said quietly. "Calm down, Terra. It's a good thing I came, isn't it? We'll get you some help, so don't cry like that." She nodded, and he smiled grimly. Poor girl. She's exhausted. There's no one here to take care of her.

His own thoughts made him pause; he pulled off one of his gloves and touched it to her forehead. Her skin was hot, and damp with sweat. "Good God, Terra, you're burning up. I should have known you'd work yourself raw taking care of this crew." He glanced about, unsure, and took in the sight of the village-small, well maintained, but still shabby, and inhabited only by children and three teenagers. The decision was a simple one for him. "All right, that's it. I'm taking you out of here."

Terra tried to lift her head, gingerly wiping her tears one her sleeve. "What?"

"You can't stay here anymore," Setzer declared wisely. "This town is in the middle of nowhere-no wonder you've had trouble. I'm taking you all with me to Figaro."

"Figaro?" she repeated, slow to comprehend. "But, this place-"

"Is dying, Terra." She shuddered, and he held her shoulders tightly as support. "I know this is their home, and yours too, but you have to see you're in trouble. The children need to be treated by doctors."

Leave…? Leave Mobliz? Terra stared at him, the twisting pain in her stomach subsiding to a dull ache. Even though we worked so hard to rebuild…to survive…can it end this way? To abandon it?

"Terra!" A boy ran out of the largest house, half stumbling to where Dwaine was patiently waiting several meters away. "Dwaine, you're here," he huffed. "You…have to come inside. It's Marla…she's sick."

Dwaine's face reflected shock, and he looked to Terra. She herself felt as if she would sink, stunned by the news. "No, not Marla," she murmured, clinging to Setzer's coat as her tears returned. "Not Marla, please."

Setzer inhaled slowly through his teeth. Marla is Katarin's daughter. The first child born in this village. He shook himself. "Terra, you know I'm right," he nearly pleaded, for her sake. "You all have to leave here. We can save the child-trust me."

Terra closed her eyes, as her head had begun to spin and throb. When she opened them again, the first thing she saw was Dwaine's expression; in that instant, her decision was made. The horror in his face was enough to show her the truth. They had to leave, if the possibility existed of saving Norin and Marla, and the others.

"You're right, Setzer," Terra whispered, drying her eyes. She pushed away from him, though her stance was uncertain. "We have to leave. Can you take all of us?"

"Of course." He signaled for Dwaine to come forward, who looked about ready to pass out from stark fear. "Don't worry about a thing, Terra-I'll get you aboard and then help with the children."

"But I need to-"

"Enough. You can barely stand." Just to prove his point he nudged her gently, and nearly succeeded in toppling her. He quickly lent her his arm to lean on. "See? We'll take care of everything."

Dwaine approached slowly, and was about to speak when Setzer swiftly cut him off. "Go inside and tell all the children they're leaving," he instructed. "Pack up all your things-help the sick aboard first, to the lowest quarters. I'll be back shortly to help you. Do you understand?"

The youth stuttered helplessly for a moment before turning to Terra. "Is he serious? We're…leaving? All of us?"

"Yes, Dwaine," she replied quietly. "All of us. Now go quickly."

Dwaine nodded, and returned to the house with long strides. The boy that had appeared earlier followed close at his heels. Terra sighed deeply as they disappeared into the doorway. "Is this the right thing?" she murmured. "Taking them away from the home they've defended so long…."

"I don't see that you all have a choice," Setzer replied gravely. "If it's as bad as you say, we'll have to be careful when we get to Figaro, as well. We don't want to start an epidemic."

"You don't think…Edgar will be upset, do you?"

To this, he laughed. "Edgar, reject a woman in need? You know him better than that, Terra." He wrapped his arm around her waist and began to lead her toward the waiting Falcon. "I'll even send word ahead of us to warn him. Everything will be just fine."

"I hope so." Terra turned over her shoulder. Through the house's windows she could see the children scurrying about, hurrying to collect their belongings. This is the right choice, she told herself, drawing closer to the man at her side as a chill ran through her. For them. I have to think of them, even if it means giving up this place. They are my home.

When Terra awoke next, she regretted it. Her limbs were still sore, but more than that, they burned. She trembled from a scorching chill and drew the sheets closer to her in hopes of comfort. They stuck to her moistened skin. Just let me go back to sleep, she prayed, grimacing at the throbbing pain in her skull. To even think was an effort against that agony. Why am I so hot? I'm…sick. Where is Norin? And Katarin? Despite her body's protest she opened her eyes, and blinked as they adjusted to the dim lighting. She licked her bitter-tasting lips. "Setzer…?"

There was a swirl of darkness around her bed, and as she spoke, the darkness moved and separated into shapes. One of these bent over her, entering the light of a small candle. She could not see a face among the shadows-she was frightened, remembering Gimi's words as her nostrils were filled with a thick smell. But then she realized that the fragrance was not unpleasant. It was almost familiar, and in soothed her.

"Terra?"

She blinked several times, and reached out, to dispel the darkness by touch. "Who's there?" she whispered.

A hand closed over hers-a delicate, slender hand. It felt oddly clean against her own sweat-dampened flesh. "It's me, Terra. You're in Figaro."

"Edgar…?" Terra squinted, trying to make his face out. "Edgar, I missed you."

Faintly, the shadows curled, revealing a smile. "And I you. Rest now, Terra. You're sick, but you're going to be all right."

"And-"

"And the children are fine. Norin wanted to tell you that he's feeling better."

Terra sighed, allowing herself to sink back into the soft pillows about her. Hearing his news was enough comfort her. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Get some rest." He placed her hand on her stomach, and gently cleared thin strands of hair from her face. "You can see them all when you've recovered."

"Thank you." Terra let her eyelids drift shut; the shadows, the smell, the feel of the hand all drifted away. Slowly she was falling back into slumber. "Thank you, Edgar."

His soft chuckle echoed with her into her dreams.

Precious Learning

Chapter 2: Reconnection

"It's a good thing I found them when I did," Setzer was saying, leaning comfortably against the arm of his chair. He was seated in one of Figaro Castle's inner drawing rooms, joined by King Edgar, who stood at the window, and another of their comrades relaxing nearby. "You should have seen the place, Edgar. I'm amazed they lasted as long as they did."

Edgar nodded, turning away from his window view. He hadn't changed considerably in the months since Kefka's defeat-though his maids and servants had once spread rumors that his experiences as a global hero would return to them a wild king, as soon as Edgar resumed his duties he behaved as if the adventure had never occurred at all. Though the Chancellor was very much relieved by this fact, several of the court ladies had expressed a great interest in seeing the always trim and proper monarch act out of character. Some were even so bold to tell him so. To them he only laughed, and promised to show them his untamed nature should they agree to join him at a later hour.

Seated with his arms folded over the back of his chair, Locke Cole raised a question. "What I don't understand is why they never had help earlier. Didn't anyone return to the village after Kefka was killed? There aren't that many monsters around now."

"All the inhabitants of Mobliz were killed by the Light of Judgement," Edgar replied grimly. "And though I assigned some of our workers to help rebuild the town afterwards, none of them were willing to stay. Mobliz is, after all, over a week's journey away from any other city. And of course, you'd have to pass by the Fanatic's Tower."

"That reminds me," Setzer spoke up, straightening his posture. "I meant to tell you earlier, but with everything going on, it escaped my mind." His tone lowered a pitch. "The Fanatic's Tower is gone."

Both men stared at him in disbelief. "Gone?" Locke repeated incredulously. "You mean, the tower used by those corrupted Kefka worshipers? It's gone?"

He nodded certainly. "Yes. I was passing by that way to check on our old friends, but it had been completely burned to the ground. There's nothing left. That's why I decided to check on Terra and the children in the first place."

Edgar rubbed his chin thoughtfully, recalling everything he knew about the tower. "Well, it was abandoned. I can understand why people would want it destroyed. But…who would be so bold as to attack it that way?"

"Maybe the same people who attacked the church outside Tzen." Locke dug into his pocket and removed a cross-shaped medallion, which he handed to Edgar. The king turned it over in his hand while he explained. "Celes and I were traveling in that area when we came across a burnt structure. The people in town said it must have been an accidental fire, but then I spotted that, tacked to a tree."

The center of the cross had been impaled by a rusty nail. "It must have been attacked, then," Edgar surmised. "Do you mind if I keep this to show the Chancellor?"

"Go ahead. That's why I brought it."

"But why would anyone attack a church?" Setzer asked, absentmindedly tracing one of the scars on his right cheek. "And the Fanatic's Tower?"

Edgar frowned. "We've always been aware of several cultist groups that speak out open against our religion, but I never heard of any violence caused by them. As for the tower, it may be too early to assume they're connected." He traced the symbol of the cross with his index finger, and murmured a short prayer. "In any case, it's possible that one of those cults is taking advantage of the world's state of disarray. I'll send out a warning to the other cities. Until we hear something more, my concern is still on Terra and her children."

"Celes is with her now," Locke rejoined. "And last I heard, the two children that were sick are recovering. It's only a matter of time before they're well again."

"Thank goodness. This must have been so painful for her." The king raised his head slightly. "Well, I'm going to speak with the Chancellor. Thank you, both of you, for being here. I appreciate it."

Setzer laughed heartily. "Hell, I'm just glad to see everyone again! I know you won't mind if I stay on a while and get to know some of your court ladies, as well."

"You're welcomed to try," Edgar said with a laugh of his own. "You're bound to have better luck than I."

"I hope so." He stood from his chair, still chuckling to himself. "I'm still looking for my bride, after you people stole Maria from me. Speaking of which, give my regards to the lovely general," he added, winking at Locke, who bristled a bit. "Farewell, all." With a careless wave he exited the room.

"Damn peacock," Locke snorted, though he was smiling. "Hasn't changed at all, has he? It doesn't seem like any of us have."

Edgar chuckled, retrieving and donning his cape. "I suppose we haven't. We all have a destiny to fulfill, after all."

The treasure hunter glanced at his long time friend questioningly. "You don't miss it, do you? Running around the world, being a hero?"

"I think that inquiry is better left unanswered," he replied lightly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be going."

"Of course. I'll pay a visit to Celes." Locke stood as well, replacing the coat and cap he'd shed earlier. "Don't work yourself too hard, your highness."

Edgar shot him a mocking glare. "As long as you stay away from my treasury, scoundrel." They left the room together, laughing cheerfully.

The dark was thick around her. Even with her eyes wide, licking the walls for any source of light or movement, her sight met only black. It was as if the air itself had lost its transparency. She could taste its bitterness on her lips when she licked the salt from them; the atmosphere had solidified into a kind of oil that ran over her, sticking and putrid, and no matter how often she wiped her face it would not go away. The stench made her cough. She fumbled about, her fingers tracing warm tubes of slick metal that lay sunken in the wall. And when she found the room's only door she pounded on it, praying that it would yield.

Terra awoke with a start from the strange nightmare. Her eyes flew open immediately, and she was somewhat relieved to find dull candlelight illuminating the small, cozy bedroom. She was lying among clean sheets and soft pillows, dressed in a simple nightgown that she didn't remember owning. Slowly she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"Oh, you're awake."

Terra glanced about the room, at last noticing the familiar figure seated at the other end of the room. The woman smiled, placing the book she'd been reading from on round table beside her. "How do you feel?" Celes asked, moving to sit on the bed's edge.

"Celes, what are you doing here?" Terra asked, wondering if she was still confused from her dream. She looked the former general over, and was a bit surprised by what she found. Celes was wearing a long, simple dress of faded blue, and her corn silk-blond hair had been cut to her shoulders. She looked much older than what Terra remembered half a year previous. "What happened to you?" she asked bluntly. "You look different."

Celes laughed, and hugged the girl warmly. "Oh Terra, you haven't changed at all. It's so good to see you. Are you feeling better?"

"I suppose." Terra admonished herself for speaking so directly to her old friend. "I'm sorry if that was rude. It's good to see you again, Celes."

"And you, too." She sat back, still smiling. "Now seriously, how do you feel? You've been ill for three days."

Terra frowned, trying to think back over that time. "I don't remember," she admitted. The thought of that made her shudder for some reason-her memory had become a precious item to her in the past months, and she hated not being able to recall even the smallest event. "Three days?"

"Yes, three days."

"And…you've been taking care of me?"

"Yes, when the nurses weren't here." Celes tilted her head to the side inquisitively. "Is something wrong? Do you still feel tired?"

"Yes, a bit." She's been taking care of me all this time. I…I'd forgotten how much I missed all these friends. Terra smiled, allowing a feeling of warmth to seep into her. I'd been so worried about the children that I hardly thought of them much. But it's good to see her again. I wonder if Locke's here, too? The thought of the treasure hunter's wide, childish grin almost made her laugh out loud.

"Well, I should probably give you some more medicine, just to be sure," Celes was saying as she retrieved a glass of water. She poured in the liquid contents of a blue vile, and offered the mixture to her patient. "Drink up. The children have been asking about you, so you'd better get your strength back soon."

"And are they-"

"They'll all fine. Even Marla."

As she drank, Terra thought idly that she didn't remember Celes being so tender. She looks like a different person, with the dress and her hair cut. During their travels a year earlier the two had shared a special kind of bond, being the only two women members of the group until Relm. But it had been a silent bond-they hadn't spoken much, or shared secrets the way she thought intimate girl friends did. Not only had their personalities been so introverted, but Terra had to admit that she'd at times been almost intimidated by her comrade. Celes had been beautiful, intelligent, strong-a natural leader, where she had always felt awkward and oftentimes out of place.

She's changed somehow. I wonder….

Terra finished the medicine and let Celes take the glass away. "I'd like to see them all now, if that's all right," she said. The thought of seeing her family again gave strength to her neglected limbs. "And Edgar, and Setzer, to thank them."

"If you think you're strong enough, I'll take you," Celes replied lightly. "They'll be glad to see you. Locke, too."

Thought so. "So…." She quickly contemplated the best way to ask without being too presumptuous. "Did you and Locke come together?"

The blonde smiled, catching on quickly to her meaning. "Yes, Locke and I are still together," she said. She held up her left hand, which was bare. "And no, not yet, either."

"Well, I'm glad you're still with him. You two looked so happy when we were all together last." Terra pushed herself out of bed, tottered for a moment, then found her balance once more. "Do you think I should…?"

"I'll bring you some clothes to wear," Celes offered with a laugh. "It'll just be a minute."

Celes returned with a long sundress, of a light green that matched her hair and eye color well. Terra changed quickly. As soon as she was done the pair left at a swift pace, motivated by Terra's enthusiasm in seeing everyone. They made their way through the palace, Terra receiving an arm to lean on when she needed it. All the children had been taken to several guest quarters near the palace's rear, and were scampering about the halls when they approached. Terra received several hugs that nearly floored her; she accepted each with cheerful greetings. After being sure to check on the well-being of each and every one of her charges, she visited Katarin and Marla. Katarin cried in relief at seeing her.

"Stop that, Katarin," Terra mocked, deeply moved by the emotion everyone was showing her. "I'm all right, see?" She gave the young woman a warm hug. "There's nothing to worry about now. Everyone's going to be fine."

"I'm so glad." Katarin dried her tears, and looked to the cradle that held her child. "Thank God Mr. Gabbiani arrived when he did. I don't know what we would have done if you, or Marla…." She trailed off, unable to finish. With some forced effort she went on cheerfully. "But everyone's all right, aren't they? I saw Norin running about this morning. Did you see him?"

"Yes, just now. Everyone seems to be fine."

Terra spent all that morning with her family, checking on their health and arranging their rooms how they liked. They insisted that she make up for the time she'd spent ill with extra stories. Happily, she complied, gathering them in the largest room so that she could see them all. I might have lost them, her mind would whisper when she looked at their gleaming faces. But they're all right now. They're still here with me.

At some point Celes excused herself, explaining that she wanted to tell their friends of Terra's recovery. I have to go see them all soon, Terra reminded herself, even as the children tugged her away. I have to thank them. It must have been a problem for Edgar to let us all in, considering our illness. I hope he didn't get into any trouble on our account.

It wasn't until late that afternoon that Terra found the time to slip away, when the younger children were napping. Dwaine promised to watch over them in her absence. It's been a while since I was in Figaro, Terra thought as she traversed the long stone hallways. She brushed the wall with her fingertips as she went, as if that would help guide her. Where would Edgar be at this time? In court? I hope not. She frowned, realizing that she really had no idea what a king's duties would be. It was the monarch's job to rule the country, but what did that mean? Would he be passing laws, or talking to advisors? She had no experience with such things, being accustomed only to fighting wars or raising children. The diversity of her talents seemed great when she considered them, but royalty she knew nothing about. Edgar certainly hadn't acted very different then the rest of them during their journeys.

I wonder if he's back to flirting and charm, Terra wondered, the thought of which made her smile. It didn't work on me last time. It might be interesting if he tried again.

At last she stumbled upon the throne room, as she recognized the heavy iron doors and the symbols engraved upon them: pictures of lions and dragons, and mythical heroes from the past. She stopped at the guards. "My name's Terra Branford," she introduced-she had enough sense to know that not everyone was privileged to see the king. "It's important that I speak to King Edgar."

The guards glanced at each other, and then suddenly the man on her right nodded in recognition. "That's right, he's been expecting you." He stepped forward and took hold of the door's thick metal handle. "His Majesty said to admit you as soon as you arrived. Go on ahead, Miss."

Terra nodded her thanks, and waited patiently as the huge doors were opened. They swung open easily despite the enormity of their appearance; she wasn't sure if she should be impressed by their construction, or the man's strength. She stepped through onto thick, scarlet carpet, and the door closed with a sharp clang behind her. The volume made her wince, and then again when several heads turned her way, none of which she remembered. She couldn't find Edgar among them. All around his throne they gathered, dressed in brilliant fabrics of violet, red, gold, and indigo, with robes that nearly covered the existence of their feet with their length. Each carried himself with a stiff spine and shrewd expression. To Terra, they looked like gathering of storks with their dark eyes and narrow features.

They're staring at me. Terra felt a flash of indignation at their expressions. They viewed her as if she were a child in a war room, incapable of comprehending their concerns. Usually she didn't let such things effect her-they were only men, of course, and couldn't know her identity-but this time it caused her to pause. For she was wearing a simple commoner's dress in a hall meant for kings, and her appearance must have been haggard after what she'd been through. She hadn't even the time to bathe.

Terra curtsied deeply, feeling suddenly unsure and even childish beneath their questioning stares. And no matter how many times she reminded herself of the demons she'd conquered, she couldn't bring herself to meet these men in the eye. "Pardon me for the interruption, gentlemen. I was unaware of your presence."

The men shifted and mumbled to themselves. She risked a glance upward, and was thankful to see them parting to make way for a tall, handsomely dressed figure. She'd never been more appreciative of his charm and tact than at that moment. Edgar swept past the row of suited men and descended the few steps from his throne, holding out his arms in a gesture of welcome. "Terra, I'm so glad to see you're well."

Terra hid a sigh of relief and quickly straightened to meet him. He clasped both her arms; he would never know how badly she'd needed that support. "Edgar, I'm sorry to intrude," she began, doing her best not to smile at the bewildered looks on the faces of the suited men.

"Not at all, Terra." Edgar smiled down at her affectionately, and she couldn't help but return his mirth. "You're always welcome in my home. Come, I'll introduce you."

Edgar, please don't. But already he'd folded her arm under his and was leading her toward them. She winced, then desperately tried to hide the sour expression. She felt almost weak beneath their piercing, cold stares. But then she realized with a start that not all of those glares were directed at her. Why do they look so cross? It's not Edgar's fault that I barged in. She frowned, upset that they would treat their ruler with such blatant displeasure. But before they reached the flock, Edgar leaned towards her and whispered in her ear: "Just keep your head up and don't smile if you want to see the best reaction."

Terra blinked in confusion, but it was too late to question him. I don't want to make them angry… she thought gloomily. Nevertheless she lifted her chin and tried to look confident. But I can't let them get to me. I helped save this world for them, too.

"My Lady, these are the advisors under the Master of Ceremonies," Edgar introduced grandly, as only he could. He took a step to the side, and squeezed her hand just barely. Somehow, she interpreted the signal and curtseyed politely. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the Lady Terra Branford, the earliest of our esteemed guests to arrive."

The suited men exchanged baffled glances and, to Terra's surprise, quickly bowed in respect. She snuck a peek at the King's expression; though his face appeared serious, there was a twinkle of humor in his bright sapphire eyes. "Forgive us for our rudeness," said a man on her right. Terra offered him her hand just before receiving another signal from Edgar. The advisor kissed the back of her palm delicately, and she tried not to flinch in disgust. "On behalf of our assembly, we welcome you to Castle Figaro."

Terra could have laughed out loud at their sudden change in demeanor. The men that had only a moment earlier been glaring at her in disdain now lowered their heads reverently. She felt her own chin lifting with pride, even knowing that she and Edgar were performing a childish prank. "Thank you, kind Sir. It is my honor and privilege to be here."

"Madam, the honor is ours in receiving you." He straightened, but only enough so as to not be double over. He glanced at Edgar. "Your Majesty, shall we postpone these issues until a later time?"

This time, Terra squeezed Edgar's hand. He caught her eye momentarily. "If you'll give me but a moment, Mr. Rizzlin." He turned to his companion. "Forgive me, My Lady," he said with a wink only she could see, "but we are in the midst of important preparations. Would you be so kind as to wait for me in my drawing room? The guards will direct you, and I won't be long."

"Of course, Your Highness." She nearly broke into a grin, but quickly sobered. She met his gaze sincerely. Thank you, Edgar.

The King smiled, and nodded just faintly. "Once again, it's good to see you in good health." He lifted her hand and kissed it softly. Terra chuckled internally at how different the action was when received from his Mr. Rizzlin. After one last curtsey she turned and strode out of the throne room once more, trying to appear dignified, for his sake. Thank you, Edgar. I think I'll always owe you for the favors you do me.

She entered the hall once more, and questioned the guard who'd helped her earlier as to where Edgar's drawing room might be found. He glanced at her and smiled wisely, which annoyed her. "This way, Miss." He led her to a small door to the right of the main down, hidden beneath a curtain. Once inside he also had to clear her permission with the guard on duty inside.

"Thank you," Terra said, her confidence making her speech bold.

"No trouble at all, Miss." The guard smirked. "If you don't mind my saying so, Miss, your face is a bit colored."

Terra started, and soon her cheeks flared an even deeper shade. Despite her embarrassment she managed to say, "I don't mind your saying so, Sir." She retreated further into the room as he left, laughing softy to himself.