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Rage. That was the one emotion he felt now. A lowly Summoner and her Guardians had defeated Seymour Guado, the famous Maester and the Summoner of Anima. He had been inside Sin, a growing part of it. Seymour had been so close to achieving his ultimate goal: to become Sin, the ultimate power. It was all wrecked. He was memorized by the patterns Yuna danced. A voice inside his head activated, almost like an instinct. It was time to leave the world, and go onto the next part of life. It was better called the next part of death. Drifting away, Seymour felt his physical body fade away. He remained as he did mentally, and floated to the Farplane in Guadosalam. Seymour opened his eyes and saw the raging waters and the everlasting fields of flowers. He sighed. For once in his life, or his afterlife, he was content. He was at peace with everything around him, and everything dealing with himself. He had finally achieved perfect happiness, though it was not the way he expected. Before Seymour could take a minute to enjoy himself, he felt a violent punch to his body. He remembered his vision blanking out, and clouding his memory.
Seymour woke up out of a deep sleep and shook his head. He slowly tried to recollect his memories. He quickly remembered the final battle inside Sin against Yuna. Seymour inwardly flinched when he thought of the final piercing blow that the guardian Auron inflicted. That guardian could swing one nasty sword. What else… He remembered a massive amount of light, and a final glance of Yuna dancing. Sending him. He remembered her body moving so gracefully and her shoes clicking against the floor. He remembered his mind falling into a calm, peaceful state and falling asleep. The Guado was regretful about losing the battle, losing his one true chance at becoming Sin. He wondered what had happened to Spira, and if Yuna had been successful in her pilgrimage. Forgetting about Spira and Yuna, Seymour once more went thinking about only himself. If he was killed and destroyed inside Sin, where was he now? Seymour opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.
The Calm Lands? He had been killed and sent to arrive at the Calm Lands? Seymour blinked. The blue skies were remarkable, filled with clouds for as far as he could see. The landscape remained the same. A huge canyon scarred the green plains, and chocobos ran wild. Seymour gave a rare smile when he realized he avoided the Farplane. After all, if he was not at the Farplane and still on the Calm Lands of Spira, he must not have been sent properly. Or something was amiss. Seymour could not help but dwell on it, wondering what separated his fate from everyone else. Why had he been spared from fate on the Farplane? Was it something he did in the past? Did it have some strange connection to being a part of Sin? Seymour did not know, but he continued to think. There was something wrong in the air; he could feel it. However, he enjoyed the warm rays of sunlight his body felt. It was then he noticed that he stood far away from any landmarks, though there was an Al Bhed trading post not far away. He also realized that there were no people in sight, just wild chocobos. Seymour sighed and began to walk. Before walking more than two feet, a strange boy appeared, dressed in an odd purple outfit.
"Are you Seymour Guado?" the boy asked. Seymour eyed the boy suspiciously. How could anyone not recognize the famous Maester Seymour? The Maester betrayed by a Summoner, and betrayed by his own wife. He smiled at the thought of Yuna as his wife. How could anyone not know who the mighty half-human half-Guado was? Seymour nodded his head up and down slowly, indicating to the boy that he was indeed Seymour Guado. "I… I am sorry to inform you that there has been a mistake. When you were traveling to the Farplane, something happened that hadn't of happened in all of time. A Summoner destroyed Sin and the entities inside, meaning… Sin had been killed forever. All of the souls traveling toward to Farplane during this time were interrupted of their sent journey. You were sent right before Sin was destroyed, I am afraid your journey was affected."
The young boy raised his hooded head to the Guado. "All the souls who have been interrupted remain on Spira for now, until the path for the dead to the Farplane can be restored. No one was expecting the death of Sin to be so tremendous; the path that you all traveled for eternal rest was altered. It will only be a few weeks before this path is fixed, and you will be sent to the Farplane as you were originally scheduled. Then you can have the eternal rest you have been granted. To summarize it, you are going to be on Spira for only a little bit longer because the death of Sin affected the path dead souls travel to the Farplane. Until the path is fixed, you will remain here. Think of it as a second chance at life, for only a few days. I am… a Fayth. I am the only one remaining here on Spira, there were only a few souls being sent to the Farplane before Sin was destroyed. Now that I have informed you, the last soul, of your odd circumstance, I have finished my duty. Goodbye."
With those words, the young boy disappeared. Seymour was now utterly confused. He was still on Spira? He would remain on Spira for a few weeks? He wondered how all this was possible, perhaps it was a lie or a scheme set up for all Farplane arrivals. Scared and a bit amused, Seymour wandered to the Al Bhed station. If the path of the souls had been interrupted by the death of Sin, why had he returned to Spira? How many had returned to Spira? And since when did Sin die? The Guado was utterly confused. As Seymour was walking to the rest station, another thought came into his mind. If his soul had returned to Spira for the time being, did his body? Seymour looked down. He practically screamed out loud. Suddenly he stopped. He did not know how this happened, how he wound up in this body, but he was pleased. It would grant him access to many places and opportunities in Spira. For the evil Guado known as Seymour was in the body of Auron, the legendary Guardian. Seymour rose a gloved hand and grinned. This opportunity was indeed a second chance at life.