A Generation of Legacies
Chapter Six

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Last Time:

Koiray listened on, becoming more and more confused with each passing syllable. "Kiron?"

"Yes, Kiron, Seru, and Zaon. Kiron was Yunalesca's only brother, but he's been erased from history because he failed the Cheribum's test. But once I became a Yevon priest, I learned more about your parents and their parts in the Prophecies of Lore."

"My parents? The Prophecies of Lore?"

Alor nodded, finally turning around with clothes in his hands. "The Summoner of Yore Lenne and the Guardian of the Ages Takoire." Koiray stayed silent as the realization began to sink into the older man. "You don know, do you?"

Koiray couldn't say anything.


"You don't know, do you?" Alor repeated.

Koiray struggled for words. "W-What am I doing here? How am I here? This isn't possible! Who the hell are my parents? Who the hell am I?"

The Yevon priest stood speechless with a look of complete disbelief written on his face. "They never told you?"

"Told me what?"

"Your father was the son of Lord Marshal Takoire I and the brother of Lord Sareth."

Koiray shook his head. "That's impossible. I'm in the time of Sin, my parents aren't even born yet, and everyone talks about Yunalesca like she just died! That was over a thousand years ago!"

"Your mother might not have been born, but your father certainly was. As for Yunalesca, her death is only on everyone's mind because Sin has returned, and we were under the impression that she had defeated it once and for all," Alor insisted.

"But it's impossible," Koiray repeated. "How can my dad be from a thousand years in the past? How the hell can I be here?"

Alor made his way past the young man to a space in the wall, pulling out clothes at random. "Do you know of the Prophecies of Lore?"

The Deputy Crimson Knight bit his bottom lip. "I've heard of them, but I don't know exactly. My parents always dismissed them as stories when I was a kid."

"Perhaps all the better."

"All the better! I don't know who my parents are anymore! I don't know who I am!"

The Yevon priest placed a hand on his shoulder. "Breathe." He handed him the clothes. "Go straight down the hall and make a left on the fifth door and take a shower. You'll feel better; I promise. Here are some clothes. I'll explain everything I can to you when you come back."


He did feel slightly better, refreshed, and able to approach the current situation with a clearer mind. The clothes Alor had given him were plain, to say the least. They weren't tattered, but it was obvious that they had been repaired several times over. The pants were a light brown, and his button up shirt was of a similar shade. The shirt itself proved to be slightly big on him, and Koiray had been forced to roll up the sleeves as well as tuck the excess pant cloth into his boots to keep from tripping.

Knocking back on Alor's closed door, he grimaced.

"Come in," he heard Alor's voice say, "but shut the door quickly."

Koiray did as he was told and turned to see Alor working on much more than just a simple, wooden desk. It looked similar to the sphere stations that were commonplace in his time. But…

"I thought Yevon didn't allow machines."

Alor laughed. "They don't. Sit down." Again, Koiray did as he was told. "Okay, Takoire, what do you want to know first?"

"Koiray," the young man answered. "I don't really like being called Takoire all that much."

"Koiray? Who gave you that name?"

He swallowed hard. "My dad. My mom was the one who named me. I hear stories that my dad actually didn't want to name me after him, but my mom won out."

"Mothers generally do." Alor nodded. "Koiray it is then. How can I help you?"

The young man nodded. "Tell me who my dad is."

"Before the time of Sin," Alor began, "there were two royal families in Spira: those of Zanarkand and Bevelle. The last maester, or leader, of Bevelle was Arheist, whose brother, Lord Takoire I, was the lord marshal of the time. Lord Takoire I had two sons: Takoire II and Sareth. Takoire II was set to succeed his father as lord marshal, but he ran away from Bevelle after he turned thirteen. He came to Zanarkand and sought sanctuary from Maester Yevon in order to begin a new life as a blitzball player for the Zanarkand Abes. And he stayed that way until he met your mother."

Koiray shook his head. "My mom?"

Alor nodded. "Your father became her guardian and went with her on her pilgrimage. That's how they met Kiron, Seru, and Zaon. Eventually, though, they came to Bevelle, and your father was forced to reveal his former identity. At least, that's what I was led to believe from Seru."

"I'm sorry," the young man interrupted, "but… who's Seru?"

"It's all right. She was one of Kiron's guardians and a personal friend of both me and your parents…" His voice sounded nostalgic. "Where was I…? Oh… this is where things start getting fuzzy. Kiron failed the Cheribum's test and started a chain of events, although, his name has been erased from history. Seru died with him as one of his guardians, but somehow Zaon survived. I tried to find out what happened from him, but he would never talk about it. After that, the entire Bevelle royal family was murdered, your father was captured, your mother disappeared, and Sareth took power and blamed the murders on your parents."

The Deputy Crimson Knight swallowed hard. "Then how is this all possible? How am I possible?"

Alor typed into the station, and a larger screen was projected onto a far wall for Koiray to see. "You wanted to know what the Summoner of Yore was?"

The Prophecy of the Summoner of Yore

A side of the symmetry will be revealed
Then shall the other, yet things will not yet come to balance

One, the summoner of yore, bringer of peace to Spira
The other, guardian of the ages, protector of all

At a time when Spira falls into chaos at the arrival of old friends
A summoner of yore shall spring forth

Born from two who brought the end of a self-destructive force
A gifted magus and yet an omnipotent warrior

Upon their arrival in the city that never sleeps
The summoner extricated strangers from danger and gained an ally
Becoming their guardian and guardian of ages
Together they embarked on a journey

Learning of ways long gone
Bringing forth creatures the like of which had never been seen
And discovering old legends
Forgotten by the mouth of man

Their eyes will remain closed to what is the future as their world crumbles around them
Leaving them in the thickest of fogs

Their journey ending in the realm of the Cheribum
And returning from whence they came
The summoner of yore will rectify that which has been forgotten
And most all will come into balance
Except the summoner of yore

Before all things can be made right
An enemy will emerge
One who will determine the balance in Spira
Tranquility
Chaos

The ocean, an unending presence
The sun, to watch over it
And the moon, to keep it steady

"You're telling me this is supposed to be my mom?" Koiray said.

Alor shrugged. "I can only surmise as much. I was told by Seru that the prophecy fit High Summoner Lenne perfectly."

"My mom-"

"Don't tell me anything about the future, Koiray. It's best I don't know anything."

The young man nodded. "Fine, but that still doesn't explain me."

Alor put up a new screen in addition to the on that already was. "This one involved your father."

The Guardian of the Age's Prophecy

A side of the symmetry will be revealed
Then shall the other, yet things will not yet come to balance

One, the summoner of yore, bringer of peace to Spira
The other, guardian of the ages, protector of all

Given all they could want at the moment of birth
But what was given, was not what the guardian of ages hoped for
And so they led a life too small for their destiny

Watching from afar
Discovering the forgotten
Learning of ways that have not yet been
Fulfilling their role in the universe

Overcoming obstacles once thought gone
The guardian of the ages must face their past
The future and past crashing together
Determining their path

Loneliness, expectations, ignorance
All the guardian of the ages has ever known
Except for a small glimpse of true happiness
That must be taken away

Searching for something that should not be found
Defying the ways of the natural order
The guardian of the ages wants something other than what they have known
But knows they should not have it

Inner turmoil will confuse them
Two ideas colliding within them
A choice must be made
Only through free will can the right path be selected

"Many scholars once believed that the guardian of the ages had the ability to travel through time, which explains you," Alor added.

Koiray shook his head. "I thought you said this prophecy was about my dad, not me."

"You could have inherited his ability," the older man answered.

"Time travel…? It's not possible. It can't be."

"If it's not possible, then I suppose you're just crazy," the priest answered, touching the sphere on the desk, causing every piece of significant technology to disappear in compartments Koiray hadn't previously noticed.

The young man ran his hands through his hair. "Would you answer one more question for me?" Alor nodded. "Who is Sareth?"

Alor leaned back into the desk chair and sighed. "That is a very complicated question. Let's start with something simple. He was your father's brother. I suppose that made him your uncle."

"My mom mentioned his name once, and my dad went crazy… I was only ten at the time, but I'd never seen him so angry," Koiray admitted.

"Sareth was the one who inherited the throne of Bevelle at the royal family was killed. But it is true that Spira only went to war after he did so." Koiray let his head fall between his knees as he sat on the bed and groaned in frustration. "Although, I do think there is one thing you should know."

Koiray rubbed his already red eyes. "What?"

"About two and a half years into the war, Bevelle began to show signs of a willingness for peace; a fact that history conveniently forgot."

"Was this before or after the fayth aeons were created?"

"Before."

Heaving a heavy sigh, the Deputy Crimson Knight tried to take it all in. "What happened after?"

"No one knows," the Yevon priest admitted. "All of a sudden Sareth's tactics became vicious, and Maester Yevon was forced to create the fayth aeons; but Sareth died in a battle over the city of Djose only a month before Sin was created." Alor paused, placing a comforting hand on Koiray's shoulder. "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you, learning about a whole other part of you… and from a complete stranger no less."

"You don't think my parents are murderers?" Koiray suddenly asked, looking up.

Alor shook his head. "Not for a second… Why don't I leave you alone for a bit? I'm sure you have a lot on your mind."

The older man did just that, shutting the door behind him and leaving Koiray in solitude.

For some reason, Koiray had always had an excellent memory. It wasn't just the ability to remember little details about how many guardians were posted in Besaid or his parents anniversary… but something else entirely. It was more than just being able to recall an obscure detail in vivid detail… if he concentrated hard enough, it was like he was reliving it.


Koiray was no more than four as he stood inside his father's private den. He had come home a little earlier than expected with his Aunt Gaia, who was busy talking with his mother in the kitchen. His dad, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.

Normally, Koiray was never let inside the room for the reason that things could be lost or misplaced… but all children are curious, and young Koiray was no exception.

There was no reason for this room to be special because there was nothing special about it. The room's walls were painted an ocean blue and spheres of family and friends were mounted across the walls. There was a sphere station in the middle of the room built into a glass desk. Opposite the desk was a sphere screen that hung on the wall.

Koiray suddenly tripped as he looked around and grabbed for one of the handles of his father's desk, pulling it open. The young boy jumped in surprise; his father always left that drawer locked. Curiously, he peeked inside, expecting to find something exciting such as a weapon or a trove of treasure, but instead was disappointed to find a lone sphere.

He pulled it out, holding it in the palm of his hand. It suddenly projected an image, and Koiray was left in wonderment; for they were people he had never seen.

The sphere projected on a far wall a group of dignified looking people. A man looking to be in his late forties stood in the center with short, neat, fair brown hair with numerous streaks of gray embedded in it. He wore formal clothes of deep purple, a rustic gold chain hung from his shoulder, and four different colored ships were divided and fastened onto his shoulders. Next to him was a woman dressed in similar purple clothing, with the exception of the chips and chain, and had flowing deep brown hair. Between them stood a young man dressed in clothes that Koiray noticed looked similar to summoner trainee clothing.

Next to them stood four more figures. Heading them looked to be some kind of military man with his black hair cut in a similar style to the other. His purple clothes associated him with the others, although he had a red sash fastened across his chest. On the man's right was a woman with perfectly straight purple hair and serene looking gray eyes. In front of the two were two other young men of similar age, looking to be around thirteen. One appeared slightly older and dressed similarly to the older man standing behind him. His black hair was cut neatly, and he wore a silver ring on his finger. The young man next to him had a similar ring and clothes, but he wore his dark purple hair slightly rakishly.

They both had startlingly familiar stormy gray eyes.


Koiray sat on the bed; his back leaning against the wall. Alor had left the room hours earlier with instructions not to go anywhere. Recalling so many memories, Koiray had slowly fallen asleep with both of his swords leaning against him.

Suddenly, Alor came rushing through the doors as Koiray quickly reacted by pulling both his swords and bringing them within a hair's width of his neck.

"Koiray," Alor said calmly, "it's all right. It's just me."

Nodding, the Deputy Crimson Knight withdrew and sheathed his swords back. "Sorry."

Alor shook his head. "That's not what I'm concerned with. That idiot Eton reported you. Come, we need to get you out of here, now…"


Author's Notes:

Hey everybody, what's new?
Here's another chapter
Kudos for Jezzi for being the wonderful BETA that she won't admit herself to be
And if anybody's wondering where Alor came from, you'll recognize him if you read the one-shot off of A Generation of Aeons

Please review, they really push me forward and even a simple great chapter would be appreciated