Before The Rebirth of a Realm

by RoseDragonWitch

Prequel to 'Eyes Ever Heavensward' and 'Hells Open, Heavens Weep' We know of the journey that the Warrior of Light has led so far. But what about their story from the beginning? Forgetting the past could be as dangerous as losing sight of the future. Perhaps it's time to look back and see where we came from and how far there is still to go. This is the story from the very start… b

10. A Hero in the Making

Chapter 9: A Hero in the Making

When Y'shtola had found her awake the next day, she ordered Yda to make herself useful and to prepare a bath for their 'returning hero'. Claire tried to tell her that she could handle it, but they insisted on doing this much for her. To be truthful, she was grateful. She had awoken feeling much better than she had over the last few days, and when she taken to a small bathroom with a tub, she couldn't help but sigh in longing at the sight of it.

She was given a screen for privacy as Y'shtola was leaving a towel for her.

"Are you sure you are feeling well?" she asked as Claire stepped into the tub, hissing slightly at her burns still aching from before.

"I'm fine," was all she could say. It was hard to tell if Y'shtola believed her, but she didn't press the matter as she called to her that she left some medical supplies out for her to use if she desired. If she was to need anything else, she had to but ask. After she was cleaned up and bandaged up, the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, the Scions scattered about were already hailing her as if she were a returning hero.

She could only laugh and wave at them all, trying not to reveal how awkward it felt to be cheered at like this. Minfilia had insisted that she take a few days off to rest before returning and so that was what she did. Or rather… find something else to keep her entertained before coming back. She couldn't stand the thought of just lying around here for the next week or so, so she decided to venture more into the other guilds across Eorzea. She found herself looking more into the conjurer guild in Gridania and learning the art of alchemy in Ul'dah. Not only that, she was beginning her lessons in the art of the sword while also trying her hand at the bow. Soon enough though, she was so drawn to so many different forms of fighting—magical or otherwise—that she was having a hard time trying to decide which one she wanted to really focus on.

In the end, when she finally came back to the Waking Sands to see if they had more work for her, she had settled on practicing with a thamaturge staff that she gotten from five very mischievous brothers in Ul'dah. When she next entered the solar, she found Minfilia at her desk once again, going over some official-looking papers.

"Claire, you have quite the timing," Minfilia said with a rather amused look.

Claire tilted her head curiously as Minfilia chuckled and explained, "Until not so very long ago, you were but one of the many adventurers seeking to make their way in Eorzea. But for your character and courage, you were raised to the esteemed post of envoy. Thereafter, you traveled the realm, aiding those in need without thought of reward, confirming to Y'shtola that the Scions would benefit from your air. And no sooner had you joined us than you personally bested the primal Ifrit."

Did she have to remind her of that thing? She was still trying to get the smell of burning smoke out of her hair. What she couldn't see was where Minfilia was going with this?

"You have achieved a great deal in a short time, and won fame in so doing," Minfilia went on, still smiling as she danced around what she wanted to say, "Alas, fame does not come without a price, as you will soon discover."

Claire blinked, slowly beginning to see what she was talking about.

"In other words…?" she said slowly as Minfilia stepped out from behind the desk and was looking to the door.

"We have guests, Claire – or rather… you have guests," she finished. And no sooner did those words leave her lips did she hear hurried footsteps. No sooner did her ears pick up on them though, did the doors to the solar burst open to reveal three men dressed in three different colors of uniforms. Not only that, but they were followed by Tataru, who looked as if she had been trying to hold back a herd of algoats… but was unsuccessful.

"Beg pardons!" one of them shouted—Claire wasn't sure which one—before they seemed to remember where they were and saluted. She looked over them all, realizing she had seen their uniforms before many times. The tall Roegadyn was in the familiar uniform of the Maelstrom, while a scared-looking Elezen was in the bright yellow of the Serpents of the Twin Adders, and finally the shorter Hyur was of the Immortal Flames.

"Ah, Lady Minfilia," the Immortal Flames officer exclaimed, as if just noticing that Minfilia was in the room, "Radiant as always!"

The Twin Adders solider was next to speak, "I am given to understand that the Scions of the Seventh Dawn have but recently welcomed a new hero into their midst!"

"I am here on behalf of the Maelstrom, Grand Company of Limsa Lominsa," the Roegadyn in red added, "to offer said hero a place of honor within our ranks!"

Claire's jaw fell open slightly at that as Minfilia shrugged, rather bemused, at the three and turned to Claire.

"As you can see, Claire, your recent exploits have garnered you the attentions of the Grand Companies of Eorzea. Each organization would have Ifrit's bane for its own. To this end, all three have sent officers to…" she paused for a moment before settling on, "court you."

Seriously? All of this for her? She wanted nothing to do with any of this. Joining one organization was enough for her, she had no interest in becoming any soldier.

Minfilia looked back to the other officers, who were now staring at Claire with excitement—which was making her rather uncomfortable, as the Antecedent finished, "They would not ordinarily go to such lengths to enlist a new recruit. That they have is evidence of their high regard for you."

Was she supposed to be flattered or not? Claire honestly had no clue.

Minfilia paused there for a moment as if she just remembered something and looked to Tataru with a raised eyebrow as she asked, "I find myself wondering how word of Claire's deeds spread so quickly. That the Immortal Flames should know of her triumph is to be expected…but what of the other Grand Companies?"

At the question, Tataru flushed pink and gave a little squeak as she flailed about in embarrassment; pretty much confirming the answer for them.

Claire sighed at that, but it seemed that the officers were ready to get down to business.

"Your reputation precedes you, Mistress Claire!" the Twin Order officer proclaimed, "'Tis no ordinary woman who can face a primal and emerge the victor!" He then grinned in a way that she wasn't entirely sure she liked as he finished, "The Order of the Twin Adder has need of valiant women such as you. Join your strength to ours, friend, and together let us ensure that peace ever reigns over the Twelveswood!"

"I… see," was all she could muster. In all honesty, she knew precious little of Gridania and the troubles that they were facing there. Tis true she thought it a beautiful place—and she had immediately liked the Elder Seedseer… but she wasn't keen to join when she had no idea what she was getting into. She made that mistake before when she agreed to join the Scions without fully understanding what a primal was after all and didn't wish to repeat it.

That was when the Immortal Flames officer stepped forward, looking eager as well as he said, "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you, Mistress Claire! My comrades speak of you in glowing terms."

She nodded to him in understanding, though she was having a hard time trying to erase from her mind the news of what became of some of his comrades and those poor innocent people who suffered from Ifrit's Tempering. In truth, she wasn't sure how she should feel right now with speaking to one who represented them and the Flame General right now when she felt that she could have done more.

"A woman of your courage and talent belongs with us in the Immortal Flames," he asked, "Join your strength with ours, friend, and together let us secure a prosperous future for Ul'dah!"

Her gaze then drifted over to the Maelstrom member, who needed no cue to speak and proclaimed loudly, "The Admiral was not exaggerating when she said you have the look of a hero! Full often does she speak of you, friend."

She was really hoping that this was an exaggeration. Because the Admiral she met before was not one who would do that before?

"…As do many others in Limsa," the officer added quickly, "Long before the rest of Eorzea took note, your name was well known to us, owing to your valorous deeds on behalf of our citizens. It is only natural that we should want you for the Maelstrom. Join your strength with ours, and together let us see the grand vessel of Limsa Lominsa to the shores of glory!"

Claire could only stare at them, unable to find anything to say as they all looked ready to start fighting each other at this point to get her attention. But again, they seemed to remember where they were and they all saluted once more as they said, "Lady Minfilia!"

Minfilia sighed in exasperation at this entire prospect before saying, "Very well…"

Claire had the impression that Minfilia was only doing this to appease the three of them, but she looked to Claire and explained, "Though I am quite sure you need no reminding, mayhap a brief summary of the situation would help to clarify your thoughts on this matter."

As of right now, she would take another round of fighting lizardmen over this. But she nodded as Minfilia explained, "As you know, the Grand Companies are all-encompassing organizations empowered to call upon the martial, economic, and technological resources of their respective city-states in times of strife. There are presently three such organizations in Eorzea: the Maelstrom of Limsa Lominsa, the Order of the Twin Adder of Gridania, and the Immortal Flames of Ul'dah." She turned to look at the three officers, who each nodded proudly at the mention of their respective Companies.

"Serving a Grand Company means serving the nation to which it belongs," Minfilia added, "You will be charged with its defense, and tasked with advancing its cause. In return for your faithful service, you will be furnished with various rewards, some of which may well prove useful to you in your other endeavors."

Yes, that may be true, but she left home to become an adventurer. Free to go wherever she wanted and not be told to fight on the front lines. That was what she wanted. She had no desire whatsoever to sign up with a Grand Company. But she had a bad feeling that these 'suitors' weren't going to let her go without getting an answer. But how could she possibly join them when she knew so little about them?

"I concede that it is no small choice you face…" Minfilia agreed slowly before she had a sudden thought and added quickly, "Ah! A thought occurs to me! You will, of course, recall that the three city-states are planning to hold remembrance services. Well, as part of the proceedings, I am given to understand that the leader of each Grand Company will deliver an address. Hearing these addresses ought to help you make an informed decision."

So go and hear their leaders for herself and then make up her mind? Well, it wasn't a terrible idea. And she was curious to see what the other leaders had to say may yet be able to sway her thoughts on what she should do.

"What say you, my dear officers?" Minfilia questioned the three of them, as if asking for permission.

Not a single one of them disagreed with her suggestion and were all up for letting Claire hear their leaders speak before returning here with her decision. In the end, they all decided to remain at the Waking Sands until she came back and they saluted them once more. In fact, they moved to stand off to the side of the solar, and Minfilia sighed once more, clearly not looking forward for their continued presence for the foreseeable future. At least, until Claire returned.

Claire could only smirk at the idea of her trying to work with all three of them watching her. She did not dare laugh though as Minfilia held something out to her. In her palm she held a small pale crystal that resembled a pearl.

"Before you leave, I would have you carry this linkpearl with you at all times, Claire," she told her as Claire took it and examined it curiously, "It will allow us to stay in touch regardless of location."

As Claire fit the small crystal into her ear, Minfilia walked back around her desk as she informed her, "Eorzea is changing, Claire, and you have the power to help shape it anew. None can say what the morrow will bring, but so long as we believe in ourselves, there is naught we cannot achieve."

But not if you aren't sure who you're supposed to be.

Claire was full of doubts at this point, and worry over the idea of joining a Grand Company… but she didn't speak a single word as Minfilia finished, "Now, it is time you made ready for your journey. Before you depart, be sure to speak to Tataru. She will apprise you as to where and when the remembrance services are due to take place."

The three men then saluted at her once more and Minfilia seemed to force a smile at the three of them as Claire hurried out of the solar. She leaned up against the door, sighing in relief and glad to no longer be under the officers' expectant stares.

"You give an ilm and they'll take a yalm," she whispered to herself as she pushed herself upright and headed to the door. Once she was back in the foyer, she found the very embarrassed Tataru—who had slipped out earlier without notice—and jumped at the sight of her.

"I, um…I'm sorry about the attention you're getting, Claire…" she mumbled, still red with embarrassment, "I might have sung your praises a little too loudly…and often…to a few too many people." She coughed awkwardly before finishing, "Ah, next time, I'll be sure to hold my tongue — literally, if necessary."

Claire merely shook her head with a smile, reassuring her that it was alright and that there was nothing they could do about it now. Tataru only nodded, though still looking shamefaced as she began to look through a couple sheets of parchment.

"A-Anyway, I expect you want to know where and when the remembrance services are taking place?" she asked, and when Claire nodded, she went on, "If all goes to plan, tomorrow night Gridania's Grand Company, the Order of the Twin Adder, will hold the first of the three services, and Elder Seedseer Kan-E-Sena will deliver her address at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre."

Ah, so she had the rest of today and tomorrow to get there in time. That should also leave her with plenty of time in between to get some practice in spellcasting.

"The next evening is Ul'dah's, when Flame General Raubahn Aldynn will be addressing the masses at the Royal Promenade," she went on before she gave a giggle and added in excitedly, "It's rumored there's to be a special guest — how exiting!"

A guest? She was curious about that before Tataru cleared her throat and finished, "The night after, you must make your way to Limsa Lominsa's Stateroom, where Maelstrom Chief Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn will be giving her address. Got all that, Claire?"

Claire nodded, reciting off, "Gridania, Ul'dah, and then Limsa Lominsa."

Tataru clapped eagerly at that before encouraging, "Well, alright then! Off you go! I hope you find the remembrance services suitably educational!"

She gave the Lalafell a friendly wave as she stepped out into the gloomy day. It looked like it may rain later today, but she would hopefully be back in Gridania before that happened. She stretched out, feeling surprisingly energized all of a sudden as she looked around, wondering which way she should take. In the end, she would take the airship back—so she headed off towards Ul'dah… making sure to run into a few wild animals that she could challenge on her way.

One long afternoon of testing her new powers and a long flight later, Claire stepped off the airship landing in the heart of Gridania. No sooner did she step out into the street did she hear word of the ceremony on the lips of every single person she passed. After stopping by the lancer's guild and testing out the weight of the new lance, she headed off to the Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre. When she arrived, it was already about to burst with the flood of people—who were all chatting as they waited.

It looked like all of Gridania had come to hear the Elder Seedseer speak. Speaking of which, no sooner did she think that did she appear. The graceful Kan-E-Senna stepped out onto the stage: smiling and nodding at them all with that kind expression that seemed to radiate tranquility.

Others followed her out so that there were four of them on the stage, but they all had their attention on the Elder Seedseer as she stepped forward. She gazed around at them all as if she couldn't be happier to see them all there.

"Our forebears were once strangers in the Twelveswood," she called in a soft but graceful voice that seemed to soothe the ears of all listening in. "Fearful of the greenwrath, they hid themselves in the dark recesses of the earth. Yet they dreamed of basking dappled sunlight of the forest. Through great effort, they proved their worth to the elementals, and were granted a place beneath the boughs. So it was that Gridania was born, some fives centuries ago. Working hand in hand, the Hyur and the Elezen settlers sowed the seeds of our civilization. And soon they were joined by folk of all races. So nourished by the waters of unity and blessed by the light of the Matron, Gridania flourished into the great nation it is today."

That was fascinating. Claire found herself pulled into the details of this story even as she heard the footsteps of a few others next to her.

"Do you see the Gridanian standard?" asked a voice.

She looked back at him with mild surprise to see that a pair of young Elezens were standing next to her. The two of them were so identical that they could only be twins… wait… they looked familiar. But before she could say anything, the one who spoke to her before, jerked his head to the dark yellow standard that hung proudly behind the stage.

"There, hanging behind the Elder Seedseer," he said, speaking as if the two of them knew each other for years, "The entwined serpents represent the unity between Hyur and Elezen. An elegant symbol, do you not agree?"

Serpents were not the most elegant symbol that she could think of, but she wasn't going to question it. It wasn't her place. That was when the Elder Seedseer continued with her speech.

"In accordance with the will of the elementals, we have embraced a life of peace," she called to the crowd, who were continuing to watch with amazement to every word she said, "Alas, our neighbors have not always sought the same for themselves — nor for us. Though we Gridanians have no love for war, we still less for those who would threaten our way of life. Ever have we fought to protect the sanctity of the Twelveswood."

That was something she could tell the first time that she entered this city. The people seemed to have been very distrusting of outsiders. There was some sort of… she wasn't sure what the word was that she wanted to use. But there was some sort of cloud that hung over the city of Gridania and she wasn't sure she liked it.

"When the Garlean Empire brought its war of conquest to Eorzea, we rallied under the noble standard of the Twin Adder, that we might push back the encroaching darkness," Kan-E-Senna spoke on, "And it was we who prepared the ground for the reformation of the Eorzean Alliance, that all the peoples of this realm might stand united against the common threat."

She paused there for a moment as the crowd applauded at that. She then smiled a little tiredly, and though Claire could see it, she wasn't sure that anyone else did, but for that split second when she mentioned the battle at Carteneau, she could see the flash of anguish in her eyes.

"Five years ago, the Alliance met the armies of the Empire upon the fields of Carteneau. It would prove the bloodiest battle in recent memory," Kan-E-Senna stated, continuing on even though the pain that was in her eyes was clearer now that she was speaking openly about it, "Countless Gridanian lives were lost. As supreme commander of the Order of the Twin Adder, ever shall I bear the weight of our people's sacrifice."

She paused for just a brief second, the weight of her words weighty heavily upon Claire's own heart as if she had been told to hold onto a heavy stone or something for that moment.

"Alas, their loss was not the only tragedy to befall us that day, for soon came the Calamity," the Elder Seedseer sighed, "The scars borne by our forest are a constant reminder of its violence. Our lives have been irrevocably changed, each waking hour a struggle to survive. Driven to desperation, some among us have strayed from the path of righteousness, resorting to banditry, poaching, and other unconscionable deeds. To compound our woes, the Ixal have returned in force, emboldened by our suffering. They test our defenses nigh without cease, and prey upon the vulnerable. So beleaguered from within and without, it is of little wonder that our unity now falters. Dark times are upon us."

It certainly sounded like it. She had seen the Ixal only a couple times when she ventured out into the Twelvewoods, and she could see why they would be a problem. Those long-limbed, feathered, and beak-like faces were more than enough to cause most who strayed near them to flee in terror.

There was a discontented murmur from the crowd, cursing the Ixal and their current predicaments. The Seedseer closed her eyes a moment, and the pained expression was now so great that there was no doubt that everyone had seen it. But with a deep breath, Kan-E-Senna continued, "On this day, five years ago, countless laid down their lives that we might behold another dawn. Please join with me in honoring their memory."

The crowd all grew silent around them, allowing time to think about all that was sacrificed, but as she also thought of all those who were killed before, she heard the Elezen girl next to her hiss almost angrily to her brother, "And how do you propose to honor the memory of those you cannot remember, pray tell?"

Her brother did not say anything to that as he kept his eyes forward; as if he were waiting for something.

After several moments, the Seedseer resumed her speech. "The destruction wrought by the Calamity was indiscriminate — it dealt death to Eorzean and Garlean alike. Yet while we have labored to rebuild – to rebuild our lives — the Empire has set about raising steel fortresses here in the Twelveswood. Let none be mistaken — the Garleans remain the greatest threat to our survival. If we are to stand against them, we must remember what it is to be united. Our many troubles blind us to the woes of our fellow man. Thence is harmony lost. Yet harmony is the founding principle of Gridania. We are gathered here to honor the fallen. Let them be honored not only in word and thought, but through concerted action! I bid you join hands with me once more beneath the Twin Adder standard! And together, let us heal the forest's wounds, that our progeny might live in harmony beneath these boughs. For serenity, purity, and sanctity!"

The speech ended, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and the Seedseer smiled warmly at the crowd, turning and leaving the stage as the people let out cries of devotion and loyalty to their nation.

But Claire was left feeling slightly… empty. Nothing in her speech was a lie; of that, she was sure. But at the same time she found it difficult to believe it all. This seemed less like honoring those whose sacrifices that came before… and more like an excuse for recruits? Not only that, but it was over already? She remained behind as she let what she just heard sink in. Gridania was still struggling to get by after the Calamity, but there wasn't any real time to sit back and properly mourn it. Not when the struggles are at their doorsteps. The Ixali and the Garlean threat was weighing heavily upon everyone's minds, yet the people here seemed uncertain of what to do.

This may not be her place to say, being an outsider and all, but if they wanted true harmony and unity, wouldn't it be for the best that they banded together with the rest of the Alliance as they once did?

"If you'll permit me," said that voice and she looked up to realize that most of the people had already left while she was lost in thought. The Elezen from before was now turned and speaking to her properly for the first time as he introduced himself.

"Alphinaud," he said before looking to his sister, who didn't even bother looking at the two of them, "And my sister, Alisaie, at your service."

Claire looked over the pair of them: not children, but not quite adults either. He had long white hair that was tied with a blue knot at the end of his ponytail. He seemed to be an Arcanist, judging from the black grimoire hanging on his side, and he was wearing a large delta-shaped earring on his left ear as well as dark blue and white clothing. The only real difference between him and his sister, aside from the color of their ponytail ribbons and collar markings, was that Alisaie's lips were redder.

Now that she looked at them, she realized that she had seen them before. On the ship that was heading straight to Limsa. What were the odds?

She nodded her head as she introduced herself, "My name is Claire. And the pleasure is all mine. I heard what you said about the standard. Were you speaking to me while you said it?"

He smiled and answered, "I saw at a glance that you were a fellow traveler. You might call us students of history, sampling the realm's remembrances in pursuit of…" He paused there for the fraction of a second before finishing, "Enlightenment."

She didn't answer as she patiently waited for him to continue: curious to see what he had to say on the idea of the speech.

"The Gridanians are unfortunate enough to have to contend with two beast tribes," he informed her. "The Ixal are unquestionably the more troublesome, being of a naturally warlike disposition, and wont to summon their bloodthirsty primal, Garuda."

Oh, no… not another primal to worry about. Ifrit was bad enough, but she didn't even want to know what this 'Garuda' was going to be like.

"The sylphs, by contrast, are peaceful in nature, being mischievous rather than malevolent, and have long been on friendly terms with the Gridanians — until recently, at least," he told her, "Alas, they have grown aloof, a change observed at roughly the time they summoned the primal Ramuh."

Gods, it felt like primals were everywhere now that she knew of them. How come people weren't discussing problems like this?

Alphinaud paused, a small, unreadable smile crossing his face before asking, "The Gridanians have no love for war, and they consider open conflict a last resort. Though they clash with the Ixal ever more regularly, you may be assured that they do so in self-defense. As for the sylphs…they are as yet bound by a peace treaty, though one wonders how long it will be before it is broken."

"I see," Claire answered, "And what do you think should be done about this?"

It was as if he had been waiting for someone to ask him that very same question, for she saw the twinkle in his eyes as he glanced around at the empty amphitheater and answered, unable to hide just the tiniest hint of disappointment in his voice, "The Twelveswood was grievously wounded during the Calamity, leaving Gridania vulnerable to attack. The people are hopeful that restoring the wood— and thereby the power of the elementals — will put an end to their woes."

And would that solve their worries?

As if he guessed what she was thinking, he shook his head, chuckling softly. "Yet how long will that take? Centuries, I'd wager. Meanwhile, the Ixal will continue their incursions, spurred on by Garuda and her insatiable appetite for destruction. Whether the Gridanians like it or not, sooner or later it will come to an all-out war. And when it does, the Order of the Twin Adder will need all the help it can muster." He shook his head, his expression still amused as he finished, "How valuable might the aid of a capable adventurer prove to them then?"

"I am not sure," she answered calmly and truthfully, feeling the growing aches and pains of the problems that she knew so little about before now fully weighing down upon her. "I am still new to these lands if I must be honest. And I know little of the history, nor of the problems facing the nations. But I thank you for all that you have said. I found it most… enlightening, myself."

He smiled back before he gave a short bow and he left with his sister as Claire remained behind, and he wondered if she was merely reflecting upon his words or had already made up her mind.

She watched as he bowed his head and left with his sister, leaving the Amphitheatre to continue on their journey of 'enlightenment'. She could only watch them go, curiosity burning inside her but not enough to want her to follow after. Something told her that she would see them both again very soon.

"Ah, I thought I recognized you," said a tranquil voice and she looked around, almost falling over with surprise to see that the Elder Seedseer herself, was making her way towards her. Her guard was following close behind as she approached and Claire bowed respectively to her. But Kan-E-Senna merely held up her hand with that smile as she informed her, "When I saw you in the crowd, I knew I had seen you before. The Lominsan Envoy? It doesn't feel like that long ago when I last saw you."

"No, my lady," she answered back politely. "I'm honored you remember me."

"How could I not? Especially after hearing that you were the one who had dealt with the troubles in the Tam-Tara Deepcroft?" she asked back and Claire felt a chill go up her spine as she remembered that disturbing place. "In truth, I had been concerned about that place for some time. I was just speaking with some of my advisors on the idea of permanently sealing that place up merely days before this incident. After hearing what you had done to help secure the safety of the Twelveswood and all who live here, it was my greatest disappointment to have learned that you had already left before I could properly thank you."

"You need not trouble yourself, my lady," Claire began humbly, but the Elder Seedseer merely smiled fondly.

"I can see why the Admiral spoke so highly of you," she told her. "I feared that we would not be able to find anyone who would be able to lend us a willing hand with this possible threat, and so relieved I was to hear that there was a brave volunteer." She then cast her gaze towards the retreating backs of her people and sighed as she added, "Though I confess that some amongst us were suspicious of the fact that it was an outsider—and adventurer—who had stepped forward."

"Is that a problem?" Claire asked her worriedly and Kan-E-Senna sighed.

"I fear the people of Gridania have always been… distrusting of outsiders," she sighed. "They are proud of their nation, as they should be, and I know that many say things that they do not mean out of loyalty. Gridania is fortunate to have such loyal souls to protect her. Yet, I fear that some may tend to judge others a bit too quickly."

"I am glad to see that you don't seem to think that way, my lady," Claire informed her as she smiled again.

"It would be foolish to push away those who truly desire to help," she answered simply. "I apologize if you ever felt that way, but I hope that you don't think badly of the people here. Even the best of us tend to forget that we cannot fight on our own forever."

She nodded and that seemed to bring some relief to her.

"When I was informed that the Deepcroft had been cleared out of anything foul, words cannot begin to describe the relief I felt," she added, her hand over her heart as peace seemed to radiate in her eyes. "Full glad I was to hear of it and I merely wished to thank you in person for all that you have done."

"I'm glad that I could help," Claire told her, feeling blush dust her cheeks and the Elder Seedseer chuckled at the sight.

"When I heard that you had joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, it brought much succor to my heart," Kan-E-Senna informed her honestly.

Claire was unable to find anything to say to that for a moment before she realized something odd.

"I'm flattered you think of me that way, my lady. But… forgive me, but how did you know I joined?" Claire could not help but question and she saw the Elder Seedseer merely smile.

"Young Yda could not restrain herself," she explained and they both laughed at the idea. The Elder Seedseer merely bowed her head before leaving with the rest of the guard, leaving Claire alone to think about what she said. She just tiredly pulled her hair out of her face before turning and heading back to Ul'dah, knowing that she had enough speech to see.

*Ul'dah*

She spun her lance around expertly as she walked the streets of Ul'dah. It was almost dark by the time that she arrived, and when she reached the Royal Promenade, she could see that it was already filled with merchants and citizens. She squeezed in amongst the throng of people gathered in the narrow hallway as she made her way to the front. After she fought her way there, she arrived in time to see a pair of guards dressed in shining armor on either side of the door—as well as general Raubahn.

As well as a young Lalafellin girl. Unlike many of the other inhabitants of the city, she was fair-skinned and had pink hair, just like hers, and dressed in beautiful clothes that befitted royalty. That was when she realized, with a start, that this special guest must have been the Sultana.

Once some of the noise from the crowd died down, the Flame General spoke up in his loud and commanding voice, "Hark you, souls of flame, drawn to the bosom of the desert, where the fire burns brightest and shall rage forevermore! Where since antiquity, under the sage and judicious rule of the Ul Dynasty, we have wrought sand into gold! Where by the Grace and Glory of Nald'thal have our brave sons and daughters flourished and prospered — I speak of Ul'dah!"

As he spoke, she felt eyes on the back of her head and looked back in time to see—not at all surprised—to find Alphinaud and Alisaie making their way towards her. Most of the crowd were Lalafells, so they weren't that hard to spot over their heads. She gave them a smile and politely jerked her head to signal them that they were welcomed to stand next to her before she looked back to the front.

As the crowd roared with approval at Raubahn's words, she could feel them coming up to stand beside her as she heard Alphinaud whisper to her, "There, at the Flame Generals' back flies the Grand Company's standard."

Her eyes did, indeed, glance at the black banner as he added, "Note the sigil. The golden scales of order balance the jewel of prosperity with the flame of might."

Interesting. She wasn't sure she liked that idea though… especially when it clearly said that the control of the city was in the hands of the wealthy. Yet, after looking over the city, she couldn't say that it was completely a lie.

"I see," she told Alphinaud simply as Raubahn went on with his own speech.

"Great and many are the gifts our nation has given the realm. In Eorzea's darkest hour, on the killing fields of Carteneau, none spent more in blood and gold than we. Thus was the VIIth Imperial Legion laid low!" he called out.

Truly? From what she knew of it, it was a battle that no one won that day. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who thought that, for even over the sound of the cheers, she heard Alphinaud mutter a little darkly behind her, "So that's how it happened! How soon history forgets."

"Yet many left our gates, never to return," Raubahn resumed after the cheers faded again. "Let us pray for our absent brothers and sisters, that they might know happiness in the great beyond, as Thal's honored guests."

Claire's eyes found Raubahn's face and, just like it had been in Gridania and Kan-E-Senna—she could see the flash of pain flit across his face. Though he was better at hiding it than the Elder Seedseer had, the horror of that day seemed to be haunting him.

Yet, just like how it had been at Gridania, the crowd solemnly saluted at his words. And just like how it had been at Gridania, it did not last long.

"If the fates were fair, the price we paid that day would have brought us victory. Alas, they are not. And now, but five years into this Seventh Umbral Era, the spirit of sacrifice which granted us our strength is all but dead." General Raubahn threw his arms wide. "Look around you. What do you see? A people divided, downtrodden and enthralled! Where are the merciful alms of the rich?! Where is the just steel of the righteous?! I ask you: is this the great nation our brothers and sisters gave their lives to save? You who call this 'living' dishonor the name of the Immortal Flames — it is but a slow death!"

His words seemed to be getting everyone's attention as they all began to look at each other and mutter his words amongst themselves.

"Our enemies surround us," the Flame General went on passionately, "The savage hordes of the Amalj'aa wait beside our roads, strangling the lifelines of trade. Meanwhile, the Garleans make mock of our borders, and despoil our land of its natural wealth. We stand on a precipice…yet we do not act. Whether trader or soldier, Monetarist or Royalist, all must recognize that a divided Ul'dah stands to fall."

Like with the Elder Seedseer's words, nothing he was saying was a lie… for she had seen with her own eyes that he spoke the truth. Yet why did it feel like something was left wanting in his otherwise fervent speech? She wasn't sure what it was that she was missing here, but there was something that she couldn't see that was desperately needed to be said.

Raubahn then raised a fist once more to the sky. "Victory and Fortune walk hand-in-hand! Ye who seek glory and wealth! Look not to what little you can snatch from your neighbor, but to the boundless wealth of the world beyond! Now is the time to unite! Now is the time to ride forth! In the name of the sultana, I beseech you! Line not your own coffers, but those of the Immortal Flames! Seek not to prosper from Ul'dah, but to restore her to prosperity! As the realm prospers, so shall Ul'dah. As Ul'dah prospers, so shall her people!"

The crowd erupted once again into applause, and Raubahn turned, kneeling to the Sultana, who stepped forward. Claire could see the trust in the young ruler's eyes as she actually stepped up and actually settled herself upon the large man's forearm and was lifted up into the air. She sat prim and proper as if she were upon the throne as Raubahn held her up high above the crowd. The Sultana's eyes were also sad, but she gave a smile as it was her turn to speak.

"People of Ul'dah! I, Nanamo, seventeenth in the line of Ul, address you," she called in a sweet voice that was surprisingly loud as it carried over them all. "Much has been made of the wealth of Ul'dah. Yet those who measure that wealth in coins and carats are gravely deceived. For the true wealth of Ul'dah lies in the health, happiness, and hopes of her people. Beloved subjects, I bid you raise aloft the torch of Ul'dah, that her Flames might serve as a beacon for all Eorzea to see!"

It was simple and elegant, but more than enough for the crowd to roar their love for the Sultana. The entire chamber was filled with thunderous applause that seemed to shake the stone walls as Raubahn held his fist up high one more time.

"For Victory and Fortune, stride fearless into the inferno," he roared. "For we are by fire reborn!"

"He has a gift for speaking," Claire said causally, "Almost makes me wish I was as well."

She didn't realize she spoke out loud until she heard Alphinaud chuckle beside her, though it was quickly lost amidst the loud cries of approval. With all the noise happening around them, it was impossible to have a conversation at the moment. But the three of them patiently waited for the crowd to leave once again before they all turned to each other again.

"Fancy meeting you again," he said, amusement in his voice.

"A pleasant one," she smiled back, having been giving a lot of thought over what he said to her before. "Tell me, what did you think? I am curious to know after you made your opinions to me back in Gridania."

Over his shoulder, she saw Alisaie roll her eyes, as if wondering why she would ask that. But Alphinaud chuckled as he addressed her with his honest thoughts.

"The Ul'dahns have a long history of conflict with the Amalj'aa, the beast tribe that worships the primal Ifrit. Judging from your look of distaste," he added, when he saw her expression darken and added, "I take it you have encountered them."

More than she cared to admit. But she only nodded, not wishing to discuss it as he went on explaining, "The Ul'dahns do not shy from confrontation. If aught threatens their precious prosperity, they will seek to crush it."

So if the Gridania's had no love of war, the Ul'dahns weren't afraid to use a more brute force method to get what they want.

"So they have dealt with Ifrit thus far, smothering his flames each time he is stoked to life," he added and she felt a shiver going down her spine, "Yet he is but one of several problems. Though they have been quiet these past five years, the Garleans have not gone away. Meanwhile, refugees continue to arrive in droves, and Ul'dah has no clear policy on how to deal with them. After all, not even the sultanate's coffers are bottomless. And even assuming they had the coin, resources will ever be finite."

"Interesting," she said, letting that disturbing news sink in. "Sounds like there are as much problems here as it is in Gridania."

He nodded as he added, "Which brings me back to the subject of Ifrit. It has been observed that the Amalj'aa are summoning him with ever increasing frequency. Every time they do so, the Ul'dahns send their forces to smite the primal, and though they invariably succeed, each victory is bought with blood. It is a war of attrition which they cannot well sustain. Small wonder, then, that the Immortal Flames are eager to recruit more members."

Well, he wasn't shy on telling other people what he thought. A bit snobbish, but she nodded in understanding before she looked away, wondering what she should do. So far, the more she learned about the problems plaguing the cities, the less thrilled she was at the idea of joining.

"At such a desperate hour, an adventurer of your experience would be a most welcome addition to their ranks," Alphinaud informed her.

"Perhaps," she agreed. "Though that remains to be seen." She looked back at him and added, "Thank you once again for your insight. Once more it has been… enlightening. I expect that I will be seeing you at the final service?"

He merely smiled, silently confirming her that they would be there. It looked like he was about to speak more, but his sister had already strode off with an impatient air, as if she could not stand to be there any longer. Claire just watched as Alphinaud gave her a polite bow and followed after her without another word.

She watched them go. Her mind still conflicted on what she should do; but realizing that standing there wasn't going to help her or anyone else. She still had one last ceremony to visit—and she hoped that it would be enough to help calm the storm of confusion in her own mind. As she made to go, she heard someone ask, "You… wait."

She stopped at once, turning back, startled to see that it had been none other than General Raubahn and the Sultana standing there.

"General Raubahn… Your Grace…" she said, bowing hurriedly and the Flame General actually laughed and held up a hand to stop her.

"My men have told me all about what you did," he said as they walked to her, "After listening to their description, I knew who you were at once. You are the one they are now calling Ifrit's Bane, are you not?"

"Ah, I…" she muttered in embarrassment and he laughed.

"I thought so," he said good-naturedly, "And as such, you don't need to bow to anyone for you have accomplished something that most never could. We simply wished to thank you in person for your deeds for Ul'dah. Thancred was the one who told us about how you did everything in your power to save those taken hostage by the Amalj'aa."

She lowered her head as she felt as if she did not deserve his thanks.

"I'm glad I could help in any way that I could," she muttered softly, "But it was not enough."

"You were not to blame for what happened," the Sultana said, causing her to look down at her in surprise. She had a kind look as she finished, "If nothing else, you avenged those poor souls when you slew Ifrit. That is more than most ever could have done. It is a great loss that we weren't able to save them, but know that we are truly grateful for your deeds."

Claire felt her face burning red at their thanks and Raubahn chuckled at the sight.

"Who would have thought the one who laid low the Lord of the Inferno was so shy?" he asked, grinning when she felt her blush burning hotter. "Be at ease lass," he added kindly, "We just wanted to thank you for your deeds and we will be looking forward to seeing you again."

To her astonishment, he bowed low to her as the Sultana curtsied, and they left her as they returned to the guards—who seemed just as stunned to have witnessed their two leaders here bow to an adventurer of all people.

She was starting to wonder what she got herself into.

But no time to worry about that now… she had to return to Limsa and see to the final ceremony. She truly hoped that the Admiral would be able to help her make up her mind.

*Limsa Lominsa*

She had known where to go even before her feet reached the stone steps, for she could not think of any other place that the speech would be able to take place. Of course getting there was half the battle, because the crowd that was gathering was already full of people—many of them in various stages of their drinks. She knew that she best be out of here before they all had the chance to finish getting drunk if she wanted to avoid getting stepped on. Some of them do seem like they had been sampling a fair amount of ale before coming here… some were as green as the leaves in Gridania while others were swaying where they stood—like they couldn't see straight.

She merely followed the crowd until she found her way back into the same room where the banquet had been held just over a week before. Only now that it was so packed that she felt like a sardine shoved into a can. Thankfully, most of the people around her now seemed more sober as they waited for the speech to begin. She glanced around when she neared the front of the room… and soon enough she spotted Alphinaud and Alisaie arriving just as the crowd began to cheer up at the balcony above them.

She looked up as well to see the strong Admiral walk forward. Her sharp hawk-like eyes were gazing down at each and every person before she pounded the air with her fist.

"Brothers and sisters of the sea, hearken unto me!" she called, traces of a pirate still in her voice so that none here could doubt the fact that she had once been a buccaneer herself. "Look upon this, our mighty crimson standard, and tell me your hearts do not swell with pride!"

She allowed them to cheer once more, and continued on, "Seven hundred summers have come and gone since our forefathers first ran aground in this fertile bay. In that time, guided by the Mother of Oceans, Limsa Lominsa has grown from humble fishing village to uncontested ruler of the five seas and beyond!"

"Did you look, as the Admiral bid you?" Alphinaud's voice asked and Claire's eyes found the red standard that she had seen many times before. "It is a rather stirring standard, I must say. The crimson field is meant to signify the blood of fallen crewmates, while the black longship represents a pirate vessel."

"Appropriate," she stated softly, having suspected as much when she first saw it.

"When the Garlean Empire marched upon Eorzea, we assembled beneath the Maelstrom's standard, and our Grand Company was reborn. All answered the call, from the Knights of the Barracuda to Hyllfyr's Bloody Executioners, and together we met our would-be conquerors upon the field of Carteneau," the Admiral christened, and like her counterparts in the other two nations, her eyes darkening as the memories of that day seemed to be flooding back to her. "That day, the world bore witness to the united strength of Limsa Lominsa! I swear to you— no army ever fought harder, or with more courage. Yet many of ours did not survive. Join me now in remembering those who fought in the name of freedom, and fell. May their souls be returned to the sea."

She snapped into a salute, and the crowd did so as well, though Alphinaud again spoke in a murmur. "Freedom… Yes, they have always been rather fond of their freedom. Much as the beast tribes have. Small wonder — beneath the surface, one would struggle to tell them apart."

"It has been five long years since the Calamity struck," the Admiral continued on, after the moment of silence having been as short as the other two ceremonies before her. "Five long years of tireless rebuilding. Yet still the wounds of the Calamity fester and weep. But when I stand atop the Mizzenmast, and gaze upon our battered and broken vessel, I see an undying spirit. Did we not build all this from the wreck of the Galadion all those centuries ago? Shall we not do so again!?"

That was true. Out of all the city states, this one seemed to be the most under weigh in terms of rebuilding… yet she knew better than anyone to think that they didn't have their own share of problems. Especially since not only beast tribes and the Garlean stocking the borders, but they had their own pirates fighting amongst themselves.

The Admiral brought her arm down in a sweeping gesture as she said, "Yet there are those who would see this ship sink beneath the waves of the restless Rhotano. The Sahagin creep ashore seeking blood for their accursed god. While the mines of O'Ghomoro spew forth kobolds who push ever south, despoiling our lands as they go. These savage beast tribes will be the first waves to crash against our creaking hull. And behind them swells the grim tide of the Garlean Empire. Even now, the curs fly their flags within our borders. Doubt not but that they will be upon us ere long. We are well nigh surrounded. Yet there are those among us who would rather turn their swords against their crewmates than our cannons against our foes. How can we hope to repel our many enemies when mutiny breeds below deck?"

'Twas a pirate's nature. These freedom-loving curs weren't above fighting against others to get what they wanted. After having dealt with her fair share of pirates, she could understand why they were facing so many difficulties with playing nicely with others. Especially since stuck on an island, and their neighbors are hating them on all sides.

Yet again, the Admiral raised up her fist.

"There is but one course left to us!" she shouted out in a strong voice, trying to rally them to her side, "One bearing that will bring us victory over the beast hordes and the Empire both, and see this ship safe to port. We must mend the rift the Calamity has reopened 'twixt pirate and Maelstrom, and stand fast with our adventurer brothers against the coming tempest! Mark ye well: a crew without unity is no crew at all — 'tis but a mass of drowned men. To me, then, brothers and sisters of the sea! Gather beneath the undying crimson standard and pledge me your strength, your skill, your wisdom! And with the guidance of the Navigator, this great vessel of ours shall ride the waves till sea swallows all!"

Once again, this was a speech that was very well done. Not a hint of a lie yet not the complete truth either. It was then she realized what the problem was. The leaders were choosing to shine them in the best light while reminding them of their own problems. Wanting to inspire all willing hands to make it easier and to fight off any threat. Again, they did not speak any lies… more like half-truths… or perhaps not revealing all the troubles that they were facing and perhaps even responsible for.

But soon enough, with the ceremony now over, she let out a sigh and shook her head, her mind more torn than ever before. That was when she looked to Alphinaud and Alisaie once again, who had mixed expressions. Alphinaud was looking disappointedly amused by what he just heard, while Alisaie looked torn between disinterest and anger. But the three of them drew back as the pirates and citizens were leaving—all of them talking excitedly about what was just said.

"I'm starting to think that the gods are trying to tell me something with me continuing to run into you two," Claire stated to them in amusement.

He smiled back, liking her slightly dry sense of humor as he said, without even bothering to ask her if she wished to hear what he thought, "As the Admiral mentioned in her address, Limsa Lominsa is plagued by two beast tribes. The first are the fish-like Sahagin, worshipers of the primal Leviathan. The second are the kobolds, who dwell beneath the earth, and take the primal Titan for their god. As if the beast tribes' presence weren't enough, the Garleans have also chosen to erect a fortress right in the Lominsans' backyard," he informed her, once more pleased that she was listening in to him without interruption.

Again, more primals. Why was it that she had never heard of them before now? She had heard of Leviathan—but she hadn't understood what it was at the time—and this was also the first she believed she heard of Titan. But if these two were as large and as dangerous as Ifrit was it really made her wonder that if Eorzea had such creatures; why would any in their right minds come here?

"And that is to say naught of internal strife," he added, "As a nation of pirates, there is no end to the blood feuds between the various factions. And while they fight amongst themselves, the Garleans whet their blades and watch. If the Lominsans are to have any hope of withstanding the Empire, they must first resolves their own affairs. Differences must be set aside, and the primal threat dealt with once and for all."

In other words, they had the same problems as the other nations, but they had to contend with hatred on all sides. That wasn't a good thing for anyone. Alphinaud paused there as he glanced back up to the crimson standard and sighed, "To this end, I expect that they will soon take decisive action against the beast tribes. Mark my words, the Maelstrom standard will be drenched a deeper shade of crimson ere long."

She wasn't sure which she liked less. The idea that more blood will be spilt soon or the disinterested way he said it. She observed him for a moment as she looked over his features. A rather delicate face with a slightly upturn nose… and the brightest shade of blue eyes she could remember seeing for a long time. Now that she was observing him, she couldn't help but get this sensation of smug superiority that seemed to emit off him. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was here giving his opinion, she could see it much more clearly.

She raised her eyebrows as he flashed as smile and finished, "That a capable adventurer like you would be a valuable addition to their crew is beyond question. But will you sail with the Admiral?"

She thought it all over; really not liking how he was talking like he already suspected her decision.

"We shall find out," she answered calmly. "In either case, I thank you for all your words of wisdom up till now. I will think over everything you have said and I will make my decision then. I hope that we will meet again soon."

She watched as he bowed politely and the two of them parted ways with her once again. She watched them go before she felt as if someone was watching her once again and looked up to the balcony. She supposed she shouldn't be so surprised anymore… but she found the Admiral's sharp eyes looking down at her.

The two observed each other for a moment before she watched the Admiral give a smile and nodded her head simply. Not saying a word, but acknowledging her presence and seemed to take comfort from it for some reason. But she nodded back in understanding before watching the Admiral leave the room… leaving her no choice but to do the same.

No sooner did she walk out of the room did she heard a strange pulsing noise in her ear. She stopped and reached up to her ear, taking a moment to figure out how it worked. As soon as she got it, she heard Minfilia's voice echoing slightly in her ear.

"Claire, this is Minfilia. You are well, I hope?" she heard her ask, though without waiting to hear an answer, she added a little more hopefully, 'Would I be correct in thinking that the final remembrance ceremony has now concluded?'

"Just a moment ago, in fact," she replied.

'A moment ago, you say? What a coincidence!' Minfilia said, sounding greatly relieved, 'Well, jesting aside, I trust you remember our guests from the Grand Companies?'

"I might have. Don't tell me that you aren't enjoying their presence?" Claire teased lightly and she smirked at the rather indignant noise at the other end.

'Well, delighted though we are to have them here at the Waking Sands, it would not do to keep them in suspense any longer than necessary,' Minfilia said with a thick voice, pausing only at the word 'delighted' before sounding urgent as she pleaded, 'In short: hurry back!'

"I make no promises," she answered and smirked as she hung up. Now, she knew that she could have taken the ferry back to Vesper Bay, but where was the fun in that? She liked to think of this as a little bit of revenge for them sending her out to face a primal.

She was well aware of how petty it was, but gods it felt good.

Still, she decided not to keep them waiting for too long and took the airship back to Ul'dah and began to trek back on her own, still testing out some of her newer weapons in the process. By the time that she finally returned to the Waking Sands, she had grown quite confident in her new skills of thaumaturgy and spearwork. In fact, she was wondering whether she should try her hands at a bow by the time that she passed Tataru and entered their HQ properly. When she finally returned to the solar, she found Minfilia looking close to having some sort of a breakdown. The look of relief that passed over her face couldn't have been stated enough and she looked ready to throw herself at her in a hug.

Indeed, the three excitable guests couldn't have looking happier when they saw her returning.

"Welcome back!" Minfilia said "Were the Grand Company leaders' words as illuminating as you had hoped?"

Claire felt that she was lying when she nodded her head. But perhaps she guessed the internal conflict that was going on inside her for Minfilia seemed to nod in sympathy.

"Aye, each nation is beset with problems. I trust you see now why your services are in such demand. Would that there were more of you, Claire," she asked. "In any case, I suppose we shan't keep the officers waiting. Have you made your choice?"

Claire looked to the others and nodded, and the three officers stood straighter, waiting for her to approach her chosen.

In truth, Claire wasn't a fan of any of them, for in each she could see a major problem that concerned her. It wasn't really out of loyalty… nor did she think that there was a wrong answer in this case. In the end, she made up her mind and decided, not which one she believed in… but the one in which she could keep an eye on.

The Maelstrom officer's eyes lit up when she approached him and he asked, while saluting, "How was the Admiral's speech? Ah, but you need not explain—that you stand before me now is answer enough. You have resolved to join the Maelstrom, have you not?"

She nodded once and she could see the disappointment in the other officer's faces.

"That's the spirit, lass!" he cried, "With allies like you, how much stronger is our crew! Let us brave the seas together, friend!"

He then got straight down to business as he told her, "'Tis on the upper decks, in case you have forgotten. I will send word to our personnel officer to expect you. The duties of a Maelstrom soldier can be both arduous and challenging, but I promise you: you will not regret this choice. May your passage be swift and your bearings sure."

So she cast the Return Spell and her feet hit the familiar steps of Limsa Lominsa before returning to the Upper Decks, to where the command was. In truth, it was a place she had passed by many times before but never really gave it any thought as she went on her business. This was the first time she had ever had any reason to really enter the place other than just sheer curiosity.

Like the rest of Limsa, it was made of strong wood and iron built into the carven white stone, and connected by steel bridges to the rest of the city. As she entered, she saw a handful of people dressed in a similar crimson uniform, most standing behind a desk, while several of their red standards hung proudly. As she entered, she noticed how a handful of the officers and soldiers seemed to have guessed on who she was. Damn, word spread fast in Eorzea, didn't it?

She merely kept her head down to avoid attention before she approached the desk, who glanced up when he saw her.

"Hail, adventurer," the Storm Personnel Officer said, "What business have you at Maelstrom Command?"

She cleared her throat and said, "My name is Claire Faye. I believe you are expecting me?"

"Clare Faye!" he gasped, recognizing her name, "Aye, our recruitment sent word of your coming. It would be my honor to induct you into the ranks of the Maelstrom." He then cleared his own throat rather nervously as he went on, "Now, before I can accept your oath, you must be made aware of several—"

Before he could finish, another came running into the room, with his eyes wide and panting hard. Unlike the others, who were dressed in red, he had the uniform of a private as he called, "Ser!" and remembering to salute properly.

The officer was looking annoyed at this as he hissed, "What is it, Private? And this had better be important."

"Sir!" he recited, "We've received a report from a lookout in lower La Noscea, sir! Imperial forces have fired upon a Highwind Skyways airship. The vessel is in a bad way, sir, and appears to be banking for an emergency landing in Cedarwood."

"Cedarwood?" the officer questioned, "Damn it. We have no troops available in that area. The bulk of our infantry is bogged down on the coast, skirmishing with the fishbacks."

He was looking both shocked and desperate as he began to look around, looking for an answer. Claire knew what was coming almost as soon as his eyes found hers.

"Faye—this is highly irregular, but I fear your first duty in service to the Maelstrom must needs be unofficial," he said urgently, "If our man in lower La Noscea is correct, the airship will come down in territory crawling with imperial scouts. If there are any survivors, we must reach them before the Garleans do. Make haste to Cedarwood, locate the airship, and if any of its occupants are alive, make sure they come to no further harm. We'll see about swearing you in upon your return."

Already? She wasn't even sworn in but they were already putting her to work? She was starting to think she should have chosen a different company. Still, she made her bed and had to lie in it.

So, she nodded and went running off, teleporting in midstep to Summerford Farms before she hit the ground running. Though she was not inducted properly into the Maelstrom, she knew what was expected of her.

She found the site quickly enough, she could see the ship even from a fair distance away. As she hurried, she could make out a few people dressed all in black… which wasn't a good sign. She crept silently as she tried to get a good look at the situation. That was when she realized she wasn't the only one… for crouching behind a tree was a Roegadyn in a bright blue uniform. It was hard to tell, but he didn't look like one of the Imperials—most likely one of the passengers on the crashed ship. She hurried over to him, crouching down next to him.

He jumped when he saw her there, his foot accidently cracking a branch in two. Though quite, it was loud enough to get the Imperial's attention. They spun about, their weapons halfway drawn, but thankfully a stray dodo chose that moment to hurry on passed them. The Imperials went back to examining the crashed ship as she and the Roegadyn let out sighs at that.

The Roegadyn then glanced at her before whispering, "An adventurer!? What're you doing out here? No, wait—" He gestured slightly, knowing that it wasn't safe to talk here. "Let's find some cover first…"

So they moved out from behind the tree, taking care to run behind the Imperials, who were so focused on the ship they slipped past unnoticed. That was where they found another larger tree a safe distance away where they could still watch what was going on without worrying as much about being spotted.

Once they caught their breath, she told him that the Maelstrom Command sent her to help them. But instead of looking reassured, he looked suspicious and demanded, "Maelstrom Command sent you? How do I know you're not an Imperial spy? You don't even have a uniform!"

He then held up his fists, ready to fight and she bit back the retort of: "If I was a spy, why would I be here helping you instead of those armored thugs behind us?"

Before his loud voice gave them away, other figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seriously? She thought that there weren't any troops to spare but suddenly they got a Lieutenant and a few privates? Oh, well. At least they should be able to clear this misunderstanding up.

"Be at ease, sir," the Lieutenant soothed when the Roegadyn spun to look at him, "We are of the Maelstrom. You're a Garlond Ironworks engineer, yes? One of our lookouts reported the attack on your craft—we're here to rescue you." He then added to her, "You must be Faye. Good work on reaching our friend here before the Imperials."

She nodded back as the engineer seemed to gulp. While the other three went off to examine the situation, she looked to the Roegadyn 'Ironworks' engineer, who was now looking embarrassed and was adjusting his goggles in a way that clearly suggested that he was wishing he kept his mouth shut.

But she didn't say a word as they crouched down with the others and watched how the Imperials were speaking to each other. They were too far away to make out the words, but something seemed to have caught their attention.

"Scouting party from Castrum Occidens, I'd say," the Storm Lieutenant reasoned after a few minutes of silence, "Seems they want your ship, engineer."

Suddenly, Claire spotted what it was that the Imperials were pointing at. A small head was just sticking out from over the railing of the ship and she realized that there was someone onboard. Something the engineer realized as well.

"Wedge!" he growled out fretfully before pleading, "You have to help him! That fool of a Lalafell was hiding inside the Tiny Bronco!"

"The Tiny Bronco?" the Lieutenant repeated in surprise, "Isn't that the new design people have been whispering about?"

"It's the first airship we've built since the Calamity — the first since Master Garlond…well, since he went missing," the engineer said, steering the topic from less grim tones. "After years of work, she was finally ready for her first test flight. And she was soaring, she really was — till those bastards blasted her out of the sky!"

So that was what happened. From what she could tell, it was just the two engineers and after they were fired upon, they had no choice but to make an emergency landing here. Either this engineer managed to escape before it landed, or went to scout the situation, but he had been lucky enough to get away. The other, however, was likely heading back to the Garleans if they didn't hurry.

"All right, pay attention," the Lieutenant said as he understood the situation and got to his feet. "We're going to hit these imperials hard and fast. If they want a souvenir from Eorzea, they can have a knife in the gut, but they're not getting that ship. Oh, and…" he added as if it was just a secondary thought, "…don't forget to save the Lalafell."

He then glanced at her and asked, "What say you, Faye? Ready to give those curs a hiding?"

Like hell she was going to go home now and nodded before they readied to charge out.

"Like a tidal wave, lads!" the Lieutenant cried, pulling his axe down and gripping the shaft expertly, "Charge!"

They came so hard and fast that the Imperials didn't see them coming. With the element of surprise on their side, they were able to go running into the fray and were more than able to deal with the Imperials before they even knew what hit them.

In fact, it was almost too easy at this point. Even when they summoned up a Magitek Vanguard to fight for them, clanking and hissing as it towered over their heads. The engineer was calling out some helpful bits of advice on how to avoid it as she went to attacking the metal frame, looking for a weakness. She soon spotted it at the joints, realizing that she could get her lance in between their very easily and she went all out on it while making sure that it did damage. Over and over, she managed to attack it's weak points until the joints could no longer move and she damaged the wiring enough that it fell to the ground, sparking and smoking in the process.

"Biggs!"

She jumped and looked up to the ship to see the small Lalafell leaping from the deck, dressed in the same style of clothing as the Roegadyn engineer. She wondered who he was talking to for a moment until he stopped running and was right in front of the same engineer, panting for air with the air of greatest liberation.

"Wedge!" the engineer—Biggs—said crossly like a parent who was telling his misbehaving child to calm down. "You shouldn't have stayed with the ship!"

Yet Wedge didn't seem to take notice of his scolding as he just sighed and muttered, "Th-That was a close one!"

"Too damn close," Biggs agreed, now satisfied that his friend was alright, and turned his attention back to the airship. "So…how's she look, anyway?"

Wedge looked back at the ship as well as he confessed, "The auxiliary propeller is a dead loss, but I think we can wring enough thrust from the main propeller to get us airborne."

Biggs nodded in understanding before he told the rest of them, "A few minor modifications and we should be able to fly the Tiny Bronco home."

But what if the Imperials come back?

Her question was answered almost right away when the lieutenant reassured them, "We'll stand watch until the ship is ready to take off. The Imperials will come looking for their scouts eventually, but I doubt they'll get here for a good while yet." She was about to sit down and make herself comfortable when he added to her, "Faye—you're free to return to Maelstrom Command and complete your induction. Ordinarily, I'd ask you to stay, but I think that we'd all feel better knowing an adventurer of your ability was safely sworn in and ready for the next mission! Rest assured, I'll inform Command of the part you played today."

Well, if she really wasn't needed here anymore?

As she nodded, Biggs began to chuckle a little sheepishly and mumbled, scratching the back of his head, "I, um…just wanted to say sorry… You know, for calling you an Imperial spy and all that… Got that one wrong, didn't I!?"

She merely smiled back at him, showing that there were no hard feelings as he grinned and said properly, "Seriously, though, if it hadn't been for you and the Maelstrom lads there, we'd be chained up in a dungeon by now. I'm in your debt, friend — we both are." When Wedge didn't say anything, he glared down at him until the Lalafell realized he was being rude.

"Thank you!" He piped. "We're very grateful!"

"I'm glad to help," she smiled at them, "You take care."

She waved as they energetically waved back, allowing her to return to the city. No sooner did she step into Maelstrom Command were all eyes on her.

"Welcome back, Faye," the personnel officer said, "I just heard the report. …I must admit, I had my doubts at first, but it seems the stories about you are true."

Sadly, that seemed to be the case.

"Now, speaking of your induction…" the officer went on. "Let us start afresh, shall we?"

No sooner did he say that did two other officers entered behind him and stood at attention, all three saluting, a gesture she copied as they readied themselves to give her an introduction.

"You are welcome here, Claire Faye. That such a well-respected adventurer would choose to join our ranks is most heartening," the officer said to her respectfully, "Before you swear your allegiance to us, however, it is only right that I tell you exactly what it is that you will be joining. A Grand Company is more than simply a collection of soldiers. It is an all-encompassing organization which draws upon the resources of an entire city-state to form a united military force capable to standing against a nation's deadliest enemies. We of the Maelstrom are charged with meeting the threats posed by the primals and the Garlean Empire, and solving the many problems caused by the Calamity. Every man and woman who serves under our colors has a role to play in keeping the great warship that is Limsa Lominsa afloat, and on whatever heading Chief Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn sees fit to set. As part of this grand vessel's crew, you will be expected to take your turn at the oars—for the winds do not look favorable, lass, and strength of arm may be all that sees us safe to port."

If nothing else, Lominsans were fond of using terms you would use out at sea. She found it strangely endearing.

"If I've lost you with talk of ship and oar, let me put it another way: a Maelstrom soldier labors till her last breath, fights till her last drop of blood," the officer added, misinterpreting her silence. "We give our all in service to this nation, and no less is expected of you." He then cleared his throat and said with all seriousness, "Faye—it is customary for new recruits to swear an oath of their own choosing upon entering the Maelstrom's ranks. Is there aught you'd like to say?"

There were many things she could have said. Such as: You have my sword till sea swallows all! Or… What skill I have are yours, till sea swallows all! Even something like… I will follow the Admiral to the very bottom of the abyss!"

But she had no words to say that could sound true to her. In all honesty, she was still uncertain if what she was doing was the right thing or if she had picked the right path. She had never planned on joining some Company like this, nor could she say that she was looking forward to any future missions that they had for her.

Yet, it didn't seem that the officers were upset by her silence, thinking that she was overwhelmed by everything else.

"Claire Faye, I hereby assign you the rank of Storm Private Third Class," he said formally, "You are now officially a soldier of the Maelstrom. Welcome aboard, Private. May you serve Limsa Lominsa well, till sea swallows all."

As they saluted her, the other soldiers in the hall all burst into loud applause, welcoming her into the ranks with nothing short of cheers.

She could only force a smile as she wondered what she was to do now. Yet, at that moment, her linkpearl pulsed in her ear and she stopped to listen.

'Can you hear me, Claire? This is Minfilia,' Minfilia's voice said, 'An officer of the Maelstrom contacted me with news of your successful enlistment. My congratulations, Private Faye!'

Well, that was quick. She was starting to think that they had eyes on her at every moment.

'Now, I have no doubt that you are well in need of a break from adventuring, having been out and about Eorzea these past days,' she went on, 'But I would ask you to pay a visit to Vesper Bay, first. Pray return to the Waking Sands at your earliest convenience. There are some friends here whom I would very much like you to meet. We shall be waiting!'

Just when she thought that she was going to have a break… something new pops up. She wasn't sure if her timing was bad or Minfilia's was perfect in this case. Still, she better go and see what was going on and she was curious to see who these new friends were. This time, she decided merely to take the ferry over to Vesper Bay, and was there in no time at all. When she entered the solar, she could see that it wasn't just Minfilia, but the other Scions as well. She paused, looking around for a moment, wondering that they were going to be asking her to leave the Scions now that she was with the Maelstrom.

But such thoughts were pushed out of her mind when they all smiled at the sight of her.

"Ah, Claire, it seems you wasted no time putting your skills to work!" Minfilia said fondly, surprising her. Seriously, how do they know that? It was barely even a bell before?

Minfilia chuckled at her stunned expression and explained, "How do I know? Why, the recruitment officer called to regale me with the tale of your heroics. The pride in his voice was palpable! We Scions are fortunate to have you with us, Claire."

Who knew officers were such gossipers?

"Now, when last we spoke, I said that I wanted you to meet some friends, did I not?" She laughed. "Well, I neglected to mention that you have already met. Tataru— please show them in."

Why did it feel that everyone knew something she didn't? She turned to the door, now completely at a loss… only for her eyes to wide in recognition. For walking in were a pair of faces that she had met just a short time ago… Biggs and Wedge!

What a small world.

Biggs laughed out loud at their introduction and grinned at her as he said blushingly, "Thanks again for getting us out of that mess. We owe you our lives. But though you know our names, let's properly introduce ourselves, shall we? I'm Biggs."

"A-And I'm…I'm…" Wedge began, but seemed either too excited or embarrassed to be here and ended up stuttering.

"Gods, man!" Biggs barked exasperatedly, "Spit it out, will you!?"

"W-Wedge, at your service!" Wedge yelped, bowing and nearly falling over. The room began to laugh at the pair's antics.

"I am pleased to say that Biggs and Wedge will be staying with us for a while," Minfilia announced to them all, "Magitek-driven contraptions such as airships grow ever more vital to the city-states of Eorzea. As a neutral party, it was judged that we Scions should serve as the keepers of this technology. Of course, for this we needed the knowledge of experts. And so we requested the assistance of Garlond Ironworks, who very kindly sent us two of their finest engineers."

She then turned back to the two engineers and finished proudly, "And so our happy family continues to grow. On behalf of the Scions, I bid you welcome to the Waking Sands!"

Another round of applause broke out and the other Scions went up to greet the pair, their voices soon filling up the room so that it was hard to tell who was speaking first. But as she watched, Claire heard Minfilia turn to her.

"Like every soul here, I love Eorzea," she said and Claire looked up, "And I count myself blessed to have been given this chance to stand with you all and fight for the future of the realm. Never have I known such fulfillment — such happiness."

Happiness… it had been so long now since she had known such a joy. How she envied her.