Pain gripped itself in my heart as I sat in my own private dream, alone. I thought of Yuna and wondered how she was making out to be the only live High Summoner. I also thought about Kimarhi, and how the Ronso were doing after Seymour's attack. I laughed as I thought of Rikku and her clumsiness; no doubt she'd be on some other adventure and dragging Yuna into it. I smiled as I thought about my dark but sister-like friend. No doubt Lulu would move on from Chappu and find Wakka. It was obvious that they had liked each other, or at least, obvious to me. I sighed as I thought of Wakka. He was my best friend, and my only brother figure. I scratched my head as I tried to imagine him with Lulu.

A single tear rolled down my face and into the Spring I was currently standing over. As a 'reward' for my help in defeating Sin, the Fayth gave me my own personal dream. It was a dream where I could wallow in my fondest memories. Right now, I was overlooking the Spring where Yuna and I discovered our love for each other. I had a tendency to visit this place the most and I had a feeling it was because it was my best memory. Sadly, it was also a painful memory.

My world was missing a few cities, but that didn't bother me. I had Besaid, Luca, the Moonflow, Macalania Woods, and even Zanarkind. The only difference was that there weren't any people and Zanarkind was a city, not just a bunch of ruins. I sighed as I went over my memories for what felt like a thousandth time. I know I sound miserable in doing this, but in truth I was simply bored. It had already been a week since the Fayth had sent me here.

I wasn't completely alone. There was the dead to consider, but they weren't really up to much conversation. Not to mention I didn't know very many of them, and the people I did know were even worse. Things were still awkward between my Old Man and I, but that was to be expected. I was still angry with Auron for keeping secrets during the journey so I was avoiding him at the moment. Braska had proven to be a good guy, but he reminded me of Yuna and being with him only reminded me of her.

I shuddered as I felt a presence behind me. I knew who it was, and quite frankly I was not happy about seeing him. "What do you want Bahamut?" I asked in an annoyed tone. Couldn't the Fayth just leave me to my misery? Oh yeah, that's right, they're the Fayth. That meant that they were practically my Gods, seeing as how they created me and all.

"I have come on behalf of all Aeons to ask what makes you unhappy." He said in his wise and misty voice. I looked over my shoulder to see his childish body and wondered how it was ever able to produce a mighty dragon-like Aeon. I gave him a frown and sighed at the Fayth's ignorance to human emotion.

"I just feel like I got the short end of the stick." I finally replied as I sat down on the sandy ground. I knew the Fayth was just trying to cheer me up, to make me feel like I belonged here but to tell the truth, it was lonely. I missed everyone, Yuna especially.

"Would you like to hold her once again?" My eyes lit up at the question as I turned around to face Bahamut. I waited to hear what he had to say.

"I can allow it. One little dream would be nothing compared to the city of Zanarkind." My eyes grew wide in excitement but then I felt shame. I thought of all the years that the Fayth had dreamed just to keep Zanarkind from disappearing completely. "However, this dream will disappear, and when you die again you will join the others in the Farplane. Also, I have a favor to ask."

I stood up from my spot and looked over the hooded child in front of me. The Fayth would never lie, but the favor was probably deadly, if not dangerous. I didn't mind this world disappearing, memories could be a painful thing, especially when you couldn't make any more of them. "What's this 'favor' about?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to go in without the details.

With a wave of his hand, Bahamut motioned to the Spring and walked up to it. I looked down to see a whirlpool with images being played in the middle. It reminded me of the movie spheres back in Spira. "There is another world where both Machina and Magic exist, however instead of being used together they are separate, practically hidden from each other." I waited for him to continue, "This separation, however, triggered advancement in both Magic and Machina. It allowed both sides to get powerful. So powerful, that it was too dangerous for them to be used, a truly horrible thing if brought into the wrong hands." Another wave of his hand and he showed people shooting at each other with guns and then people throwing spells at each other. They were strange spells that came out of a stick of some sort.

"The hidden society of Magic is very close to the brink of war, as a Dark Mage uses this dangerous magic to kill people based on a discrimination of some sort. It is very similar to Spira and the prejudice against the Al Bhed." I scratched the back of my head as I thought about Rikku and Wakka. "However, this Lord Voldemort, as he calls himself," I snickered at the cliché name. "Takes this prejudice belief a bit too far. He plans to rid the world of people who he deems unworthy. Ironically enough, he is a half-breed of what he deems 'unworthy'." I shrugged. Being half of something wasn't all bad. I thought of Yuna and smiled, but then again there were others who didn't take it so well. I grimaced as I thought of Seymour.

"So, wait. Where do I come in, in all this?" I asked a little uncertainly. Bahamut smiled and with another wave of his hand he showed a picture of a teenage boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes. A lightning-shaped scar peer through his bangs as a light smile touched his lips. I gave a confused look before Bahamut began explaining.

"Some years ago, there was a prophecy made about Voldemort and a child born in July. Somehow, the Dark Lord caught word of this prophecy and decided to put an end to it before it could begin. The child was only a year old when Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him. However, the spell meant to kill the child rebounded and killed the caster of the spell. Leaving the child with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead." I thought about it for a minute. Prophecies weren't something I was very familiar with but I knew for a fact that they were tricky things to be messed with. Anything that dealt with time was tricky, and I should know, I specialize in Time Magic.

"So, you want me to help this kid?" I asked, still unsure of what I was meant to do. I knew there was a grin on the hooded child's face as I said that but I honestly wasn't getting it. "But wait, isn't Voldemort dead?" I said, going through the story again, this was confusing me. The only way he could get his hands on the kid was if he was an unsent.

"That is where their magic comes in. Prior to the incident, Voldemort severed his soul into seven pieces and housed them into items, keeping him tied to this world." I shivered at the thought of having my soul torn into seven pieces. That would not feel pleasant.

"So, he's still alive? Oh man, does that mean I got to kill him six more times?" I shook my head, and I thought Sin was bad. At least this one was human, sort of.

"No, it is the boy's destiny to kill Voldemort. You are to help in the war in whatever way you can. An outside view may help with this upcoming war. I will not force you to do anything, but I advise you to be cautious in trusting people. Also to keep your Magic to a minimum. It is to my understanding that you also know some Black and White Magic, is that correct?" I nodded. Lulu taught me the Black Magic, thinking it would help me and I asked Yuna to teach me White Magic. I knew the basics and I'm pretty sure that if I practiced I could learn some more advanced stuff on my own, but I had never tried.

"I will give you a day to think about it. If you succeed, then I will allow you to walk beside her once again." I grinned at Bahamut, feeling better than I had been in days. I wasn't really keen on going into war, but if it meant seeing Yuna again then I was all for it.

"I don't need a day!" I said eagerly as I stretched and did a back flip. "I mean, what do I have to lose? Besides my life and I don't really have that anymore." Bahamut chuckled at my childish action before reaching into his pocket to grab something. I looked at him curiously as he pulled out my old pouch used to store all kinds of things without ever really getting full or heavy. He tossed it to me to which I caught easily with my Blitzball reflexes.

"This will help you prepare for what you're about to face. I even took the liberty of providing you with a weapon." I raised an eyebrow before opening the pouch. A familiar blue gleam was shining from the darkness. I grabbed the hilt eagerly and pulled out Brotherhood. It felt so good to feel this sword in my hand. It had been a gift from Wakka and had been something I treasured deeply. "There are also gifts, from your friends." Looking back into the pouch I gasped as I saw all the gifts I had received.

Yuna had given me a bangle, one that automatically cast Protect and raised my Health by forty percent. Lulu gave me a pendant that raised my Magic and Magic Defense by thirty, while Wakka on the other hand gave me gauntlets that raised my strength by thirty. Rikku had left me a variety of Al Bhed grenades and potions, while Kimarhi gave me a bracelet that increased my luck. I stared at the items, not really wanting to touch them yet.

"Are you ready?" asked Bahamut as he watched my reaction to the gifts. I looked up at him and then down at the whirlpool in the Spring.

"Do you think I could . . . see her again? I just want a glimpse." The boy-like figure studied me for a minute before waving his hand over the pool. There was an image of Yuna standing at the dock. I smiled at her and at Lulu who was walking to her. Slowly Yuna brought her fingers up to her lips and whistled. My eyes grew wide at the sight. She was whistling for me. I hung my head as the image disappeared. "I'm ready." I said with newfound confidence. I would make it back to Spira. I would make it back to Yuna. I was ready for this, ready to go to a new world. I put my sword back into the pouch as I strapped on the little bag.

"If you wish for our help then simply pray to us and we will be at your aid." I nodded at Bahamut before turning my attention to what he was doing. He waved his hand and once again the whirlpool changed, only this time it was pitch black. "This is a portal to their world; it will be uncomfortable so prepare yourself." I nodded before turning to the Spring. I closed my eyes and concentrated the same way I did before a Blitzball game. I stepped forward into the whirlpool, opening my eyes only slightly. The next thing I knew, I was thrown into darkness.