"To cast out the usurper and usher in new dawn's light will cost the life of the Chosen... Many sacrificed all for the king, so must the king sacrifice himself for all. Now enter into reflection, that the light of providence shine within."

The ring glows as I am floating thinking to myself. "Sacrifice myself... after everything that has happened to me... I know it's selfish, but I'm not ready to die. I wanted to have a kid or two, grow old, truly get to see all the world has to offer. Is that so selfish to ask?" I ask no one, yet I knew bahamut was listening.

"How could anyone throw their life away like that? Willingly or otherwise." I ask sarcastically.

I sit floating for what feels like days, I have no way to tell time. I don't think I can ever accept the mission I have been given, regardless my promise to Luna.

The ring glows brighter than ever before dying out, I stare at it on my finger for what feels like hours.

"Are you sure?" I hear a young boy say. I look up and see a child wearing a blue robe with a hood. "If he decides to stay, there would be nothing we could do about it." He says.

"What?" I ask. I realize he is not talking to me but to someone else. He pauses as if listening.

"Alright then." He says he floats towards me. "You will have your wish."

"What?!?" I ask him confused.

"I said you will have your wish. Just remember that this won't be your story, you are simply there, to pass the torch. For you belong to eos. That's where your kingdom is. Where you will die, and where your body will one day turn to dust." He says. His body begins to become transparent as what look like small suns with rainbow trails begin to come out of his body.

I then noticed that soul crystals were forming around me I looked at the ring and noticed my hand and body was breaking apart into crystals. I begin to panic, as I try to hold my body together. "You WILL come back here one day." He said

I begin to lose consciousness, as I hear him say one last thing. "But you may take your time doing so."

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I felt Consciousness but I didn't feel like I was actually waking up. I heard voices softly talking nearby.

"You really should go check on them." "Can't it's forbidden, besides, I was told by the summoner to wait for this one to wake up." "But it's been days now." I hear the voices get quieter no longer about to pick out what they are saying.

I try opening my eyes and I realized I must have been asleep for a while because my eyes were quiet sensitive to the light.

I sat up and looked around when I became coherent. I was in some kind of tent with a carpet on the ground. I look at myself and noticed that whoever helped me healed my wounds, except unlike when you use a potion however, it left scars. Not that it really mattered. I looked at the trails of scars on my right hand all trailing from the Ring on my finger. The cracks reached all the way up to my neck before finally stopping.

'Not my world? ...they didn't.' I think to myself. I look over to the tent flaps and see the sunlight peeking through. 'There hasn't been sunlight in days on eos. So I guess that's part of the mystery solved.'

'But... This isn't my story? What's that supposed to mean?' I get up before walking out the tent. 'I'll just have to find out.' The light hits me and I squinted in the brightness. I looked around and it honestly wasn't much to see, it looked a lot like one of the refugee camps that the Lucians used, tents everywhere, except there was some kind of temple as well.

I could feel humidity and smell slat on the air. There was sand under my boots so I guessed I had to be near the ocean.

I walked up to a man standing in front of the temple. He noticed me and a sincere smile shows up on his face. "Ah. The Black Mage the summoner and guardians found. It's good to see you up and about finally." He said to me.

Several questions came to my mind. I started in the order they came. "Black Mage?" He looks me up and down before answering.

"Of course. No one else would ever wear so much black clothing. You stick out like a sore thumb. Of course it's always good to have a magic user around to fend off the fiends." He says. Not wanting to be too suspicious, I go along with what he says.

"Right. I do know a few spells." I wasn't lying, I had about 7 flasks full of different spells on me. 'Although I have no idea what a fiend is, outright asking might not be the best course of action.' I think to myself. "Are fiends a serious problem around here?" I ask the man.

He replied with a bit of enthusiasm in his voice as he answered. "No actually. We have the crusaders to thank for keeping the monsters at bay."

'The monsters here are called fiends, that what I figured.' I think to myself. "Um, your mentioned someone found me?"

"Ah yes, a summoner apprentice and their guardians found you injured in the forest and brought you here... how did you get so hurt anyway?" He asked curiously. "Not to mention that strange injury going up your right arm."

I became conscious of the ring on my finger. "I ah, was out fighting d- fiends all night and I must have collapsed." I stumbled a little on my words.

He looked at me in surprise. "Thank be to yevon that they found you then." He said before doing some weird thing with his hands and bowing to me.

"Ah. Yeah. But I was actually hoping to thank the people that helped me." I ask awkwardly. 'Is this a religious world?'

He looks at me strangely. He answers "Of course, they have gone into the temple to pray to the faith."

'So these people are religious. Great.' I think to myself. "Thanks. I'll be on my way now." I walk past him and head into the temple but I can tell he is he watching me.

When I walk into the temple, the first thing I noticed was the singing. It was quite beautiful but I couldn't find the source.

As I looked around, I realized I forgot to ask where I was but I'm sure I could find a map somewhere. There were several statues of people I didn't recognize but I'm sure that to this region they held some great significance.

I go up to the nearest monk, "Do you know where I can find the summoner that helped me?" He looks me up and down before giving me a smile as genuine as the last monk did. 'These people are really friendly.' I think to myself.

"Ah. It's good to see you on your feet you've been out for almost a full three days. But I'm afraid your out of luck, the summoner has gone into the cloister of trials soon after healing you and hasn't come out since."

That surprised me. "Wait. I was out for three days?" He nods his head. "Wow. I must have been in worse shape than I thought. I really owe them." I say my gratitude evident in my voice.

Another thought occurred. "Wait, that means they have been in there for three days as well?" I ask

He looks towards the door. "Yes I'm quite worried. It doesn't usually take this long." He said somberly.

I look to the door curiously. "Are they in danger in there?" I ask.

"There's no telling." He says. "Most of the trials of the temples are actually quite simple but they all have a powerful effect on those with weak wills that leaves you going in circles." He finishes.

I stare at the door for several more seconds before narrowing my eyes and walking towards it. "I'm going in to get them." I declare.

His face changes to one of shock as I walk up the steps. "You- you can't! Only summoners and their guardians are aloud in there!" He yells to me.

I look back to him. "I own these people my life and they could be in danger in their and you expect me to just do nothing?"

"Going in there is forbidden by yevon! You could do more harm than good by getting them excommunicated!" He yells in desperation. I stop with my hand on the door at that.

'That name again. Yevon. That must be the name of the god here.' I turn my head back and see everyone staring at me in shock. 'These people really are religious to these.'

I slowly take my hand off the door before stepping back from the door. 'Best not to anger the locals.' I turn around and begin walking down the stairs. "Right... I'm just still out of it I guess. I... I'm just concerned. I owe them my life and they could be in trouble." I explain.

Everyone seems to calm down and goes back to their previous tasks. He looks at me with soft eyes. "I understand your frustration young man. That's very honorable of you but there is nothing we can do but wait." He says calmly.

He stares at me for several seconds. "... Why don't you see if the crusaders need any help to pass the time." He offers. "They are located in the biggest tent. Next to them is our local shop if you need anything."

"Thank you." I tell him. He does the same gesture and bow that the monk outside did but this time I got a better look at it. I made sure to repeat the gesture to him although mine seems a little awkward. Nevertheless he gives me another soft smile before walking away.

I walk out of the temple, and begin walking towards the largest tent when a thought cross my mind. 'I'm probably going to be doing fighting but I'm not sure I want to show my magic.'

I go behind a tent where no one can see me before summoning my ultima blade and disconnecting it from my magic as to not accidentally put it away.

I go into the shop. "Do you have a weapon sheath that would fit this?" The man takes a single glance at my sword before his face angers.

"You use a machina weapon? That is against the teachings of yevon!" He says.

'Machina? Machine? Aww what?!? This religion hates machines too?' I think To myself. "Um no. I found it the other day. I don't know what I was thinking." I say as I walk back out the tent and behind it. I put it back away in my magic before looking through my other weapons. I quickly realized that I had no proper swords. 'Although... I do have nyx's... but I can't just use them constantly.'

I summon his daggers before disconnecting them from my magic. 'I'm not to good with daggers so this isn't going to work for difficult fights.'

'Well only one solution. This is going to suck for quite a while.' I summon my father's sword in my hands. I'm actually not sure how to disconnect it from my magic but after several minutes of toying with it, it glows a bright blue for several seconds before dying down. The blade suddenly felt cold to me. Unfamiliar even. Yet I can still feel the familiar strain on me just by holding it.

I walk back into the store with the daggers and the sword in my hands. "How about these." I ask.

He looks at me strangely. "Did you just happen to find those as well?" He asks sarcastically.

I narrow my eyes at him a little. "Actually no. This was my fathers blade before he fell in battle and these belonged to a friend who fell in the same battle." I answer a little more than annoyed.

He looks at me in surprise. "I'm terribly sorry. Please let me show you what I have." He says.

I walk out of the store with my father's sword strapped to my back and the daggers in holsters on my sides.

I walk into the crusaders tent and a few eyes fall on me but quickly go back to whatever it is that they were doing.

"Do you need something boy?" I hear from next to me. I look over and see a old man i a crusader uniform but his was different than the rest. I mad the quick assumption he must be in charge.

"Ah... I was... um..." I stumbled with my word not really know what to say.

"Spit it out boy, I'm not getting any younger." He says.

I stop and collect myself. "Do you guys have any need for a extra sword for the time being?" I ask.

He looks me up and down before looking me in the eyes. "...You've got the air of someone of high rank, yet you don't act like it. You've got the stance and body of a Warrior, yet barely any scars to go along with it. But your eyes... I can see you've lost a lot."

I felt quite annoyed at being scrutinized this way. And I was about to retort before he answered My question.

"Sure boy. You'll and me will do some hunting today. Got a few pesky fiends that have been causing the others trouble." He answered. The whole tent became silent. I looked and saw everyone was frozen and staring at him.

Someone, a woman finally speaks up. "Um, Colonel? Are you sure? There's no need to bother yourself with this. The Lieutenant and a few of us could handle it."

Without turning around he answers the girl. "Technically I'm on vacation here. I'm going to do whatever I want. And this old man feels like doing some stretching." He says as he walks over to a locker and pulls out a sliver spear.

I look at the man in surprise. "Colonel?" He walks out the door and I follow.

"That's right boy. I earned that rank. So don't you forget it." Now let's do some hunting.

We being walking out of the village as he continues to talk. "Now what we are looking for is a dual horn. They aren't on besaid often so this one has been causing a bit of a ruckus. You ever face one before?" He asks.

The familiar image of a rhino with two horns comes to mind. "Yeah, plenty of times."