'Remora…I don't know where you are, and I'm not even sure if you're going to get this…but…everyone misses you. It's dreadful in Siren City without you, and night time isn't as fun as it used to be. Not even my other friends can cheer me up. Hopefully, you're not gone forever. I'm not the one to believe in miracles, but it sure would be one if you were to come back one day; you always knew I liked surprises, and you do too. I would know because, I've known you since we were in preschool, and I was the only one that could understand you. Now I understand that sometimes, if you think too much, you'll get yourself into trouble, just like you are right now. Well, I'm not really sure if you are or not, but I know I am, and so are the other people here that miss you to death. If you have any soul left, you'll apologize for what you've done to us. Farewell…but not goodbye.'
The ink slightly smeared from a tear that fell from Fang's eye as she looked down revising it quickly. She stared at her little letter for a long while before tying her hair back in a bun and turning off her light knowing that she had to try and sleep tonight, for her previous nights have been brutal to her head. She set her letter on the counter before sinking into her bed underneath the sheets to attempt to fall asleep.
.Meanwhile.
The dim light from Fang's night light had gave a little tan shine to one corner of her room, yet it wasn't enough to show that Jeckt was in another corner watching her. When he thought she was dozed deeply enough, he stepped forward to where he was in front of her counter. He saw the letter, and the slightly faded ink on one of the words at the end. He read the letter to himself, repeating some of the parts in his head, and after a while he began to chuckle quietly.
"Looks like I get to be the delivery man."
Remora was back at the agency asleep soundly in her bed. She had an unusual night a few hours ago, so she needed all of the rest she could get, especially if she were going to Luca that day. A loud melodic ring had echoed through her room suddenly, waking her up.
'Kyyt lyhrurk, somdylih! Dnum um ayoh xagiob sacc!'
Unfortunately, Remora only learned her first letter translated from Al Bhed to English, so she still had no idea what everyone, and the announcement, was saying. She always thought she has all of the time in the world to learn the language. She got up and looked through the window to see that it was as snowy as it always was in Macalania, but she could have sworn she saw a little bit of sunlight in the cloudy sky. Putting on her garments, she also fixed up her bed head, even though it affected none of her concern, and stepped out of her room. As soon as she walked in the main lobby, the lady behind the counter glanced at her.
"Oh! Um…Remora, is it?" She asked.
"Yes, that's my name."
She reached out what looked like a little card and handed it to Remora. "A message from the high priest." She smiled.
'Ship leaves in two hours. Meet me at Macalania temple. -Maester Seymour Guado.'
"Well, I probably should leave now." Remora said to herself.
"Will you visit us another time?"
"Of course!" Remora said aspirately.
"Where are you headed off to, anyway?"
"Ah, I'm going to Luca for a Blitzball Tournament and Maester Mika's 60th anniversary attending it."
"Oh wow, that really is exciting! Everyone always comes to a blitzball tournament; after all, it is the most popular sport in Spira. I wish I could go, but my boss said I had to stay and continue to run my shift."
"Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get a blitzball player's autograph and give it to you." Remora teased.
"You're sweet." The lady laughed. "Ah, but you better be going on ahead. I'd figure you know how long it takes to get to the temple on foot."
"Good point. Thank you!" Remora waved bye to the lady as she waved back, and she gracefully walked out the agency.
Remora stood still on the snowy ground for a moment to let the cold atmosphere flow around her. She didn't act surprised back when blitzball was mentioned, but she really was stunned to hear about a tournament being that day. It reminded her of the tournament she went to in Zanarkand in her dream; the adrenaline can really get high in such an event. She just hoped the same thing that happened during the Zanarkand tournament wouldn't happen in Luca. It was quite a baneful thing to experience in just a dream.
"I'd…better go on ahead."
"Ah, you made it." Seymour greeted Remora as she entered the temple. There were a lot more monks and other people inside than usual, possibly to go to Luca as well. They all greeted Remora too with the Prayer of The Fayth and pleased smiles. She stepped forward, greeting them all back with the same gesture. She didn't recognize most of the people, but above all, she knew they were expecting her.
"Did you get a good rest?" Seymour asked.
"Yes, Se-" Figuring she was around the other people, she would have to call him by his whole name so she wouldn't sound rude to the others. "Yes, Maester Seymour." Seymour smirked at her sudden stutter.
Another temple monk had entered inside to greet the others with a message.
"Your Grace, everyone, our ship has arrived." He announced. The whole lobby then was filled with excited conversation and statements. The monk nodded at Seymour before leaving the temple, as well as some other people that were ready.
Seymour had walked on forward, bringing an arm out to escort Remora with him at his pace.
"Come now, Luca awaits. Remember, first name only. It's my honor."
"Yes, Seymour." Remora said, feeling praised again.
"Don't worry about what the others think, I'll deal with them personally."
It was about 2 hours since Remora and the other temple go-ers departed from Macalania, so in the current area they were in was much warmer to Remora, making her more comfortable about the weather. She had an urge to take off her arm warmers so that her arms could relax in the sunlight, but she didn't know how the others would react seeing her do so. She felt more at ease hearing the sounds of the waves crash as the ship sailed on forward, and slightly dosed from the perfect weather that was surrounding her. Despite the fact that over 50 people were on the ship and there was nothing but conversation and footsteps going around, everything seemed quiet in a way, so she'd guess that her body wasn't exactly used to cold weather just yet. She was in a relaxed position until she had overheard someone giving some unpleasant news to some of the other people onboard.
"There's been a report that Sin rose from the sea and attacked one of the other ships going to Luca."
"Seriously!? Was everybody okay?"
"A few people got thrown off their ship, but no one got hurt, but their ship took some damage too."
Remora slightly woke up from hearing the conversation, and felt a bit concerned. She remembered Shiva's words back at Macalania Temple.
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.
The words echoed in Remora's mind. Sin's brought nothing but pain for that last thousand years…it's kind of odd that it'd only take one summoner to destroy it…but…if its been that way for a thousand years, then would have Sin been destroyed by now? Remora questioned. She could hear light quick footsteps approaching her, and opening her eyes she saw a woman. Actually, it was the same woman that greeted Remora when she regained her consciousness in Macalania temple. She sat next to Remora, eyeing her quietly and curiously.
"You heard it, didn't you?" She asked calmly.
"Sin sounds terrifying…" Remora replied quietly. She sighed deeply, trying to slow down her heart beats.
"He- …it is. You haven't seen danger until you encounter Sin for the first time. You'd better hope you won't see it alone…that reminds me, do you have guardians?"
"Not yet. Hopefully I can find myself some."
"It has to be soon. Spira has as many dangers as there are wonders, I assume. You're lucky people are out there willing to protect you."
"I've only been in Macalania, Gagazet, and Bevelle though. I think the people that were there only heard of me."
The lady shook her head doubtfully. "That's not true Remora. When a summoner is born, news gets around quickly. People might be expecting you already in Luca."
"I see..."
All was a little quiet for a moment, but then Remora remembered the questions that she thought about.
"Say...if Sin was here for a thousand years, but other summoners vanquished it, then why is it still here?"
"Sin is...eternal. As much as we harm it, it can never be defeated. The Calm only lasts temporarily, unfortunately..."
"The Calm?"
"The time of peace after Sin is defeated."
"Oh." Remora's tone got a little lower after all of the talking, and momentarily, she got a headache. The lady stroked her hair to try and comfort her.
"Relax, dear. This will only last temporarily. Don't think too much, now."
Remora wondered how long they though 'temporarily' was. She learned that Spira has been having many deaths around many homes yet when people talk to her they make it seem like it's not a big deal. It slightly aggravated her, yet she knew the job she had to do in order to protect Spira, yet she also knew she couldn't do it alone.
"Are you alright, Remora?" A familiar voice questioned. Remora opened her eyes to see Seymour walking slowly towards her. Wasn't very easy though, since she was still a little sleepy from the long talk and the early wakeup.
"Maybe I talked too much." The lady said, doubtfully. Seymour glanced at her for a moment then looked back at Remora, leaning next to her. "You're not going to die on us, are you?" He teased.
"MmmMmm. I'm fine, just a little sleepy still..." Remora replied. Her eyes gave out and rested again but then she felt a giant hand press against her forehead, feeling the sharp nails on her scalp.
"Well, you're a little warm, but you should be feeling good enough for the rest of the day."
"It could be the sudden change of weather that my body's reacting to. I landed in a really cold place and rested in a cold place for 2 days. Now I'm here and it's ultra warm. I like it, but I'm not sure what the inside of me is thinking."
Seymour slightly chuckled at that statement, then stood up straight. "Well, I'll leave you alone to rest until we arrive." and then footsteps were heard fading away from Remora's spot. Remora wondered how things were back in Siren City. She could picture Fang being miserable without her, and she slightly frowned at the idea. Her mother, she wasn't so sure how she was at the moment. Like any other mom who lost their child, she'd be upset, but there's something else that would give her another emotion. Remora knew that she'd be mad once she arrived home, mainly because of worry and to the fact that she didn't tell her that she'd be 'out of town', but they'd have to wait just a little longer.
"Hey! We're here!" A distant voice shouted over everybody. Remora looked over the horizon to see a few white tall buildings and a few hot air balloons had took flight from certain spots afar from the city. Remora could hear some celebration-like music clearly too. She then knew that the blitzball tournament would be one worth watching, and was happy that it wasn't a dream.