Two nervous and frantic hands holding the helm, a slender figure wrapped up in a white cloak. The ship successfully docks, gently stopping its rush on waters. Its helmsman immediately dashes towards the Energic Chamber. His hands remove a shining black orb out of a cavity in a pillar situated in the centre of the room. The chamber turns dark, as the orb's golden shine gently fades, while the ship temporarily loses its life. Then, the cloaked figure runs hastily towards the upper deck, and then he eagerly looks around, searching for three glowing lights: a blue one, and a green one... further east, a third, violet one. Three lighthouses. Lighthouses are something essential for ships, don't you agree? I'm not talking about common lighthouses, though. What? You know nothing about alchemy? And the four elements? Oh, well… I'll cut it brief… Our world, ages ago, was immersed in the power of Alchemy, which let people create thriving civilizations and get freed from their previous barbarian state. Although, many people used Alchemy for their ambitions, too; so, that power was sealed in four globes that fell off of the sky, and thus were called Elemental Stars. Then, four lighthouses were built to give humanity a second chance… by lighting those with the corresponding Star, the four elements would be released again on this world, the world of Weyard. End of the fairytale, just go to sleep! The matter is this person-we shall call him/her "helmsman" for the moment – really likes the shine coming from those Lighthouses. And knows quite well who, and why has lit them.

"Vale… North…west."

Whispering these words, he mentally traces the way looking at the map, and with his finger, follows the ideal path.

A man is walking alone down his path. He's a handsome man, his face partly covered by chestnut bangs. His clothes are those of a warrior, even though, he seems more of an exile. Everything is good, everybody feels better now the bad thing's gone, the sun shines more than ever. This is the ideal condition. Then, why is he mentally cursing and complaining…?

Sheba has returned back to Lalivero, to her 'father' Faran. He had quite hated her for that sudden departure, but, he knows, it couldn't be helped. But is she really satisfied with her being in a place where she's worshipped as a God's Child? Does she really enjoy that? Felix is quite puzzled. Maybe -he thinks- she only wants her father's affection…? Then, noticing that his thoughts are somewhat no-way-out, he mentally changes subject. And starts thinking of Piers. Better not…?

He had left Vale some weeks ago. With a very bad feeling on his skin, Felix had seen him sailing away with a faint and way too broken smile. Felix thinks of him as you could think of a dead person. He was all happy and cheerful and all, while he helped them reconstructing the village. Felix and Jenna's house, then Isaac's, Garet's, the Sanctum, and so on. The whole town was reborn in no time. In the end, they were thinking of building some new houses, for Sheba, and Ivan, and Mia, and Piers. But the first three decided to leave and return their own towns, with the promise of coming back soon. Piers still remained, and Felix and the other fellows began to build 'his' own house. He had shyly agreed, and then they all had started to work on it. As everything went on, Piers acted more and more weird. His eyes were hollow and lightless, as he rarely allowed a smile to grace his lips. Time passed; as it kept being like that, Felix gradually understood what was happening to him. That house they were building was not his own. It was a mere humiliation. It showed him in clear words‚ "You're an exile. Your true home has been forbidden to you, yet you do nothing. Still, you feel comfortable". Felix understood his sense of guilt, sorrow, and regret, as it once had been his own.

Piers, at his climax of exasperation in that infinite self-against-self battle, got to meet Felix himself as he was alone, one day. He barely kept tears in, while he explained in broken phrases how he felt, and what did he think. He almost confirmed every single thing Felix had deduced, and added even more. Felix couldn't bear seeing the Mercury Adept so broken, thus his mind almost yelled 'shut up, go away' while he spoke. When his laborious and pathetic speech ended, Piers suddenly turned his back, and Felix saw him trembling. He was quietly sobbing. Tears were falling in every place, restlessly. He could do nothing to stop those. Felix stayed deathly still such as if he was helplessly looking at a huge danger right in front of him. A danger mining his fake interior tranquillity. Then Piers walked away, muttering some non-sense excuses or what-so-ever.

He looked like he was going to melt down under those sun rays. More fragile than he had ever shown... Felix didn't accept him being like that, a fragile wreck of his usual self. Then he was suddenly aware that he had undoubtedly failed him. Piers had shown him his soul bare naked just to ask for something... maybe he did not even know what exactly.

He had asked for help for the last time. He left the morning after. Felix felt a disturbing sense of guilt surging inside him. He should have done more, way more, as a friend. Since then, Piers did not write any letter, to tell where he was, or how he felt, or what was he doing.

Felix looks up at that fair sky above him and just feels nothing.

Then hears a familiar, loud voice.

"Broooooother!..."

Felix gently turns towards that voice, his sister's, and says nothing.

"There's an awesome woman, waiting just for you, in our Sanctum! ", chuckles Jenna, teasing him.

Felix does not respond again, just absent minded follows her, inexpressive.