"...help me..."

"..."

"...elp me Locke..."

"mmm?"

"Help me Locke, find me..."

"Celes...?!"

Locke awoke from his sleep in a sweat. All he could remember was Celes begging him to help her. He looked to the other side of the firepit to see Sabin sleeping a sitting position. He let his breathing catch up with his body. Celes had asked for his help. He stared at the cooling embers of the fire jog his memory. Yes, she had stood before him in a dark, windy place. No...she wasn't standing. She was floating. Almost as if her body was nothing more than a mist. He suddenly realized where she was. Jumping up from his sleeping bag, Locke announced that they were leaving, post haste. Sabin woke up slowly, seeing that their camp was being dismembered piece by piece.

This was the Locke he had been looking for.

The Esper World was not the same as if one were to travel to Kohlingen. There was truly no more gateway that humans knew of to the once magical world. Locke and Sabin had travelled the world, enlisting the help of their friend, Setzer, to better find their way around. In an airship, things always seemed to go by fast. One night on the airship, the three held a meeting to go over their findings.

"I don't know if we'll ever find this." Sabin declared.

"I agree, we've travelled the world over, and not one person knows of what happened to the gateway." Setzer said.

"There has to be somewhere we haven't tried." Locke said.

"Face it, Locke. Whatever happened to the Esper World seems to have been destroyed by the end of the statues. My brother was wrong. Magic needs to exist for this alternate world to exist." Sabin decided.

"I can't believe it...there has to...wait!" Locke shouted. Both Setzer and Sabin jumped a bit at the excited thief. "I have this!" Locke pulled on the handle of his most prized blade. Out came not a shining silver, but a glowing blue. The Atma Weapon. "Atma existed back during the War of Magic. I feel that this weapon is our first step to finding our gate to the Esper World. But we need some help."

"Help? You mean..." Setzer started.

"That's right. There's one descendant a mage knight left in our world. We need to find her..."

"There's only one problem, Locke. Nobody knows where Relm is exactly." Sabin sighed.

"I know where. Relm took on the life of an artist, which had been her dream all along. She went to the one place no one would ever think to find art. Vector." Setzer said.

"Then that's our destination. To Vector, with all haste!" Locked shouted.

I know it's a short one, but I decided to pick up the story again. Hope you enjoy it and reviews are always welcome!