Fang sat on her bed looking down at the floor in deep thought. Looking around her room, it looked as though she just threw a tantrum, and not even she was in her best condition. Sighing deeply, Fang had given herself a headache. Ever since Remora's mom called, she wasn't able to stay confident.

"Fang, it's me. "

"What? Vera? Are you crying? "

" …"

"Please tell me you found Remora!"

"I'm sorry, Fang. But I couldn't find her anywhere in the whole city."

"…"

"I searched for hours. I even called the search team and police."

"No…"

"I'm sorry, Fang. I'm sorry."

Click

The conversation would not stop echoing in her head, buzzing angrily like a tattoo needle going all the way through her head. Plopping on her bed, she laid on her side, trying to bury her head in the pillow thinking it'd make the pain go away; but it didn't. She knew her headache wouldn't be gone easily, not even an aspirin would help her out. The only cure available for such agony was Remora to come back home. As soon as Fang tried to fall asleep, her cell phone vibrated, clacking loudly against the glass counter. She sat up, ticked and answered her phone.

"Fang are you too depressed to come out? " It was one of her friends from the academy she attended. Out of all the times, he had to call at her worst hour.

"Yes. "

"C'mon, Fang! Get the lead out. My friend's hosting a little get-together at the beach tonight. There's going to be a lot of drinking, games, and you can party your ass off! Remora can come too if she wants. "

Hearing her best friend's name nearly turned Fang's temporary headache to a migraine.

"Please don't say her name until she's back here!"

"What? She's not with you?"

"No. I am at home right now. And for the time being, I won't be in the mood for a lot of fun. Not without her."

"You know, Fang, there is such a thing called 'coming alone'. "

"…FUCK YOU!!"

Fang hung up on the call and thrashed her phone at the wall. It clattered on the floor roughly as Fang huffed angrily. She wasn't angry at her friend for trying to make her energetic, to make her have fun as she usually would at night. She was angry at herself; angry for letting Remora go through the storm on her own, angry for always being attacked by Remora's will to learn, angry for not being with Remora incase she really needed protection. Angry at herself. Period. Damn. Damn it all. Why did you have to go!? Why must you always follow what your mind tells you?! Now you're gone…and I'm taking out so much anger…on my friends, on your mother, on me most of all…you'd better come back. If you don't, I won't bear it. I just won't take it, Remora…


Walking through another snowy bridge, Remora had heard a chant-like song echo through the air. The think bluenette looked down at her face, seeing it had calmed her.

"You like this melody?"

"It's beautiful…"

"It's called the Hymn of The Fayth. It can be heard in temples scattered all over Spira, and possibly sung by the locals as well."

"The Fayth?" Remora asked. As soon as the Fayth were mentioned, she and Seymour stood in front of another patterned door with a strange glyph on the front. The song was louder as they approached, so Remora knew that it was coming from the place ahead of them. Seymour closed his eyes for a moment, leaving Remora staring at the door blankly, but then it opened by itself. She stared at the path ahead in awe, yet she continues to keep her pace with Seymour's. When they stepped through, Remora thought she was in a sanctuary. She looked below her to find a glowing figment with a statue-like figure inside of it.

"That statue down there is a Fayth. And this is the Chamber of The Fayth. "

Remora also realized the room was decorated with rugs. Rugs with the symbol of Yevon on all of them, just like her charm.

"Remora...do you know why I brought you here?"

Remora thought for a moment, trying to understand the real reason why the people in the temple showed her so much respect, yet she couldn't think of anything. "No, I don't. Why? "

"Because," Seymour started off, he stepped closer to Remora from behind to explain things more clearly to her as she stared all around the chamber. "You are one of us. You're one of the fundamental people in Spira that many men, women, children- everyone depends on. You, Remora, were destined to be a summoner. "

"A...summoner!? I read about them! People that can call forth sacred beasts, that send the dead to the farplane. My mother read to me about them when I was little. You're saying I was meant to be one!? "Remora said in great shock, facing Seymour with her pupils dilated and her hands together in a clutch leaning on her chest. Seymour looked down at her imperatively, while reaching out to hold her clutched hands with his own.

"As much as this may seem to happen so hastily, it's something you'd have to do; not for me, but for all of Spira. Countless people would need our help, your help each day. "

So even people suffer in Spira. Then again, it's just another world. The humans should be no different than our own. "But...what should I do here?" Remora asked, slightly hesitant.

Seymour used his arm to give Remora a forward motion, to guide her in front of the crystal like structure on the floor. "Call the Fayth. Impart with it. Request it's guidance to you. "

"How?"

"The prayer, Remora. How the people in the temple greeted you. Do the same to bring forth the Fayth. "

Luckily for her, Remora remembers how the people in the temple did their prayer routine towards her. She thought through it for a moment, and also saw that Seymour was backing up towards the door.

"This is for you only. I will wait back in the previous room until you are ready. "

Seymour left the chamber, leaving Remora alone. She figured that asking the Fayth for help was all she needed to do then, but how to put it. She nearly found it impracticable for her to do so, yet she knew it was worth a try. Remora then stepped into position so she'd be in front of the glowing stone. She did the prayer slowly and confident, and waited. She didn't think anything was going to happen at first, but she then realized the room got a little colder, and after a moment, there was a flash in the middle of the chamber, luckily not enough to blind someone, and then a silhouette appeared in front of her. It looked like some kind of ice goddess; she was all in blue and something about her seemed supernatural. But she vanished and another figure appeared. It looked like a regular woman this time, only she was barely visible. Remora stayed quiet, and so did the woman, but she then smiled at Remora. A trusting smile.

"I see you are a very rare kind. A girl from another world...yet, a girl destined to obtain the power to control me. "

"When you put it that way, it makes it seem like I want you to be my slave. But I don't. "

"That is not the way we want it either. Yet, we were meant to be called. Meant to answer the summons of our masters."

"Master?"

"Spira can no longer tolerate the constant depression, agony, and deaths that Sin brings upon us. It has been this way for over a thousand years. Luckily, we are able to take action, with the help of the summoners. The help of us."

"Who...or what is Sin?"

"An enigma of pain. The punishment the people of Spira had gained for having countless imperfections in their hearts and minds. A beast that terrifies many with its power."

"And...I can be of help?"

"Precisely. However, as a duty of a beginner summoner, you must understand. I am not the only Fayth in Spira who offers protection and offense. There are countless Fayth out there that await you. Some have had their offers drained so much they are no longer of use. Some would only help under certain circumstances, and others will expect you, and would gladly offer their power in your hands."

"I see. I shall use the power wisely though, only in dire situations."

The Fayth nodded willfully, and had begun to luminate. "I see you are worthy of my assistance. Very well, I shall lend you my power: The control of the winter aeon, Shiva."

The Fayth had then metamorphed into millions of sparks of light and bright wisps. They had all encircled each other for a moment, and then before Remora could even blink to realize what happened, they all merged within her, leaving her motionless yet aware that she felt debilitated, but at the same time felt as though she was enamored. A sharp chill had gone through her before the energy went at ease within her and she regained her sense. The room was once again still, and she could still hear the hymn. Remora lifted her hands, examining them as though she just metamorphed herself, but she looked the same. She was still in deep thought from the fact that she was now one of the main people that Spira depended on for protection, yet she was still happy that she found a way to help everyone, even if she wasn't ready.

"Ohh, I think Seymour's waiting for me."

Turning around, the door opened for her once again, and she walked back to the snow paths that lead to the previous chamber.

"This is all so sudden. If Fang were here, I wonder if she would believe me if I told her I was a new summoner...probably not. "Remora denied. Despite that Malcalania was a very cold region of Spira, Remora suddenly began to feel used to the chill. Maybe it's Shiva that's making me feel so used to this weather...When she was a quarter away from the next room, Remora looked down below her, seeing that it was a thin bridge she was walking on, and she found out that half the temple was under ice. Looking down even further she thought she saw water at the bottom. Is that real water, or is it frozen? She wondered. She also thought about what the other temples would be like, how the Fayth would corporate with her, she thought about how EVERYTHING in Spira would be like to her now that she was in it in person. She climbed the stairs that led to the door which led to where Seymour would most likely await her.

Remora found the door to be hard to push, yet she managed to push it far enough to get through. When she went inside the chamber, Seymour had his back turned again, yet he turned immediately as he heard her footsteps inch closer to him. He had a humble smile yet he stayed quiet, staring at Remora as though he was trying to see something inside her.

"Are you cold?"

" U-um, no I'm not. I've gotten used to the chill here. Why?"

"You're lips are azure."

Remora moved a finger across her lips to see that there was a bit of a bluish color to them.

" Well, I have really sensitive skin, so it looks worse than it is. I'm used to it here."

Seymour nodded as Remora walked more into the room.

"But now what?" Remora asked.

"Show me what you've learned."

Remora blinked for a moment. As much as obtaining Shiva, she only knew how to call her Fayth, not Shiva herself.

"Call your aeon. Do what you think you must do."

Remora stood still for a moment, but she began to walk in the middle of the room to give her some more time to concentrate. As soon as she made it to the center of the tiled floor, she halted and looked back at Seymour. He nodded solemnly, so she turned her attention back to what she could do, yet she could start off with the simplest of all summoning stances. She looked up slowly as she extended her arms in the air and closed her eyes. After a small moment, she felt an icy vibe go through her, so she thought it was working. There was another sudden chill after the energy flowed, and a metallic silhouette floated down in front of her, immediately becoming cerulean as it touched the floor, and Shiva was revealed in front of Remora. Remora stared at Shiva as Shiva did back, but then her hand reached out to wrap around Remora's, showing her that she had her trust. Remora was immediately comforted as Shiva's slender fingers held her own, yet retained themselves after a moment. Remora then turned back to Seymour, who had a face of determination and pleasure.

"You've done well for the start, Remora."

As Shiva disappeared, Remora turned back to Seymour who was approaching her calmly. She smiled as his compliment.

"Thank you."

"It's time to announce your arrival to the others. Your arrival as a summoner, of course."

"Nobody knows yet?"

Seymour stopped walking when he was at least 3 feet away from Remora, and he reached out his hand towards her to display trust. Remora stared at it for a moment before reaching out her own hand to touch his. Seymour's long fingers wrapped around it slowly as a smirk was on his face.

"Well...that reminds me; how're we supposed to go back? Parts of the floor disappeared while I was on my way here."

"Ah, leave that to me. I'm very intelligent when it comes to these Cloisters of Trials."


Seymour and Remora stepped through the door that led back to the room where everyone greeted her. All of the people were still there, more possibly came in, and they all stared at them with eyes or mouths filled with hope. Seymour closed his eyes, leaving everything in a moment of silence. Remora though, stared at everyone that looked for help within her. She could see why they were so desperate to help her out when she arrived at Spira at a vulgar condition. Seymour opened his eyes then, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

"We have ourselves...a new hope. The birth of a new summoner."

Many people cheered, some just talked with excitement, and others had clapped with grateful faces. Despite that Remora had just arrived at Spira, she knew that Fang and Vera would feel like nothing without her. Remora thought she would only be in Spira temporarily to see what everything was like, but when she found out she was a source of finding a way to help the people, to defeat Sin, she then knew she would be in Spira for a long while.