This story IS kinda dull. I hope the next few chapters will be a BIT brighter. Cunno (sorry).

"Ranko!" Gipple called.

"I didn't do it!!!" The abnormally short blonde girl cried instantly. "It was Varcetia!"

"Oh, suuure." Gipple entered the room and took hold of her arm. "Blame it on your little sister."

"But it wasn't Ranko." A pretty brunette piped up.

"Oh, really." Gipple didn't sound convinced. "Who was it, then?"

"It was..." She paused for a moment, uncertainty laced in her blue eyes. "Gibble..." She whispered. Ranko stifled a laugh.

"Why don't you go home, Taylor?" Gipple suggested coldly.

"But... I like it here." Taylor pouted.

"Okay..." Gipple bit back a sharp retort. "Let me word that differently. GO HOME. NOW."

"Okay, okay." Taylor backed away. "Don't have a shoopuf." She turned and left the room. Ranko and her father listened to her leave.

Taylor grabbed a hold of an old stick of metal jutting out of the Besaid ruins. She hauled herself up onto the crumbling structure and looked around her. I haven't been up here in a while... She carefully made her way over to the old chest and inspected its lock. Good. She thought. No one's been in it. She carefully picked the lock and looked down at the huge blade. The caladbolg... I wonder what's so special about it... She ran her fingers along the dark blue surface. She could almost feel a strange power emanating from it. Did dad really use this... but then why would it be here... She pondered this as she had many times before. Wait... didn't dad once mention... celestial weapons?

"Jay!" Taylor called, ducking into the tent. Her younger brother wasn't there. "Jay!" She repeated. "Jay, where'd you go?"

"I'm right here." A young boy of about ten years old stumbled out of the bushes. "Could you be a little quieter? I was trying to work on something." He brushed some foliage off of his shirt. "What do you want, anyway?"

"Have you ever heard of the celestial weapons?" She blurted out.

"Yeah." Her brother stared at her suspiciously. "Why?" He asked warily.

"Do you think the caladbolg might be one of them?" She asked.

"Maybe..." Jay pondered this for a moment. "I need another look at it."

"Well..." Jay inspected the sword for the millionth time. "It could be..."

"You've said that already." Taylor growled irritably.

"Rao!" A familiar voice called from below. The siblings glanced down to see Ranko waving at them. "Ouin tyt fyc muugehk vun oui!"

Your dad was looking for you!

"How many times do we have to tell you, we don't know Al Bhed!" Taylor cried.

"Then learn it!" Ranko snapped. "Anyway, your dad was looking for you."

"He knows it was Sephie." Jay groaned. "What could he possibly want?"

"Don't ask me." Ranko shrugged and skipped off.

"Guess we'd better see what's up." Taylor sighed.

"Oh, great, it looks like Ranko found you." Taylor and Jay's father beckoned them closer. He was inspecting some sort of document in the fading afternoon light.

"What's that?" Jay asked curiously.

"Oh, just a blueprint." He turned from it to look them in the eyes. "Anyway." He began. "I have to head back to Zanarkand for a bit. Sounds like Jayla really screwed stuff up. So I thought you two might want to come along." Their eyes lit up.

"For real?" Taylor gasped. He nodded.

"But..." Jay looked at his father quizzically. "Dad... I thought Mom didn't want us to go."

He grinned mischievously. "So don't tell her." He said simply.

"You're the best, Dad!" Taylor cried, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Just one thing." He resumed when she let go of him. "You can't tell anyone I'm taking you." He shot Taylor a quick look. "Not even Ranko. And especially not Yuna."