Chapter Thirteen
The Tree within the Storm
Cleyra. I had been there once to make an attempt to set up a trading route. The people of Cleyra didn't like what we had to trade, and personally, I hadn't liked what they had either.
Cleyra was a small village located in the top-most branches of a massive tree. You couldn't miss this tree, not because it was huge, but because a massive sandstorm surrounded it. Only the daring or stupid tried to get through the sandstorm, and only the lucky made it through. I was both daring and stupid, but lucky - That's a different story.
The first time I had gone to Cleyra, I had been expected, and a Cleyran had guided me. This time, however, there was no guide. I stared at the sandstorm from a distance, sitting on a lost log in the middle of the hot Vube Desert. Mist hung heavy in the air, only helping to make me even hotter. Some sand passed on the winds, but the winds were rare. I had about a mile before the winds would pick up and blow sand into my eyes.
I took my waterskin and took a deep drink, my throat parched from me having tried to save the water. I would not be able to take another drink until I got through the sandstorm, unless I wanted the heavy winds to either toss the waterskin away from me, or to get sand in the water itself. The drink was satisfying, however, and as I put the waterskin away I felt that I could survive another two hours or so without a drink. I took out a bit of bread, which was beginning to show signs of turning into mold and not food. Knowing it was a lot better than nothing at all, I ate the bread quickly and rose to my feet. I made sure my pack was closed tightly, not wanting any sand to get into it and ruin the already-bad food. Then, taking my spear into my left hand as a threat to nearby monsters, I headed toward the mass sandstorm.
Within 30 minutes the wind began to slowly pick up. Sand was beginning to be picked up far more often. I didn't bother with my hair now, knowing that there was now going to be more than enough of sand in it; besides, the wind kept it easily out of my face. I was walking straight into the wind. The sand stung my eyes, and I at last closed them, deciding that if any monsters lived here, they were far too busy trying to live to even be concerned with me. This proved to be true, for as I wandered blindly forward, any scurrying I heard did not result in an attack.
The wind became extremely fierce, and it felt as if the sand was being plastered to my face. My walk slowed, as the wind seemed to try to pull me back. Quickly I understood what I would need to do.
I opened my eyes and quickly lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the sand. I took my pack and carefully stuck my hand in it. When my hand touched paper, I pulled the paper out, quickly shutting the pack in the process. I checked to make sure I had grabbed the right scroll. Written on the ribbon that was tying the scroll shut was a single word: Haste.
It was the right one. I carefully took the ribbon off and allowed the wind to take it away. I then opened the scroll carefully. The wind tried to take it away as well, but I held it tight. Shielding my mouth and eyes with my hand, I shouted the ancient words on the scroll.
The minute the last word left my lips I felt sudden energy shoot through me. A golden haze seemed in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile in triumph as the golden haze flickered and the scroll turned to ash. The scroll had done its job.
I raced forward, and everything became a blur. I was at least three times faster than normal. The Haste spell was working perfectly. I prayed it would last a good while. Swiftly I streaked across the desert, the wind parting as if it had been cut in half. The sand no longer blew into me, though once in a while some sand would come. The base of the tree of Cleyra came into view, but it was a few miles away. I ran faster, making the Haste spell work harder, as I watched the base of the trunk come closer and closer.
The tree came upon me so quickly I didn't have time to break. I dug my claws into the sand, only to find I skidded and slammed straight into the strong bark of the base of the tree. The Haste spell tried to comeback this abrupt stop, and the sinewy bark of the tree snapped. I toppled inside, along with the bark, slamming headfirst into the sandy ground, then rolling into a sitting position. I sat in such a position for a few seconds, dazed. My head was pounding.
Okay. Six times 23 is 138, I made myself recite in my mind. I then smiled with relief. Good. So I hadn't killed my memory yet.
Rose had been fearful that I would someday do something that would make me forget everything. Then again, she seemed to think that Ruben and Aireff may have the same thing result, but that didn't stop me from wondering if I would someday cause myself to forget everything.
I gave myself a shake, and it felt as if my entire mind rattled. I rose shakily to my feet, only to find sheer pain came to my left ankle. I yelped and slid into the sand.
"Brilliant, now what did I do?" I asked myself. I stared down at my leg, only to find that nothing was wrong with it. It was my ankle that was swelling. I sighed. I certainly wasn't going to defeat anything at this rate.
I rose shakily to my feet and looked around. The storm was behind me, but the winds within the tree were still pretty harsh. Sand seemed to be implanted in the ground, except in the spots where I could see it sinking into dangerous whirlpools of sand. There seemed to be a path to follow, but the only thing that could confirm such an idea was the fact that the sand was hard and packed. I limped forward, sniffing the air. The air smelled musty, yet the faint smell of Cleyran still hung in the air. Deciding that I was going in the right direction, I began to limp more quickly.
After some time, the pain in my ankle became tolerable, and I was no longer limping. My pace increased, as my mind was slowly remembering the trail that I must follow. I was still getting a bit lost, but slowly I was getting less lost and more towards my location: Cleyra itself.
The path was straightforward, except for the sand whirlpools that would pop out of no where. From there, careful maneuvering would bring you past them. Then there was a point where you couldn't maneuver past them. Three whirlpools lay right near each other, and I soon found that I would have to jump. I looked down at my ankle. The swelling had ceased, but had not died down. I would most likely fall in.
Yet nothing stopped me, no matter how foolish. I knelt down slightly, then launched myself forward. And, by some luck, despite the nearly unbearable pain that came into my ankle, I managed to soar completely over the whirlpools. I slammed stomach-first into the ground. Weakly I rose to my feet and began to limp up the new path I had landed on.
Soon the smells of plants came to me, and I knew that I was getting close to the actual village. No more stupid sandstorms! I quickened my pace, and soon found green leaves rising around me. A whole village rose right before my eyes. I was finally in Cleyra.
"Welcome to Cleyra," said a Cleyran on my right.
I nodded in acknowledge to his words, then rushed up the small sand staircases. I looked around, trying to remember where everything was. Where was the Cathedral again? I could barely remember. The Cleyrans gave me curious looks, wondering what I was doing. Burmecians barely ever visited, and the fact that I was there made them wonder.
At last my slow memory recalled the location of the Cathedral, and I rushed toward it, following the path carefully. I cleverly hid my limp, not wanting any of the Cleyrans to notice. If they did, I knew they would try to get me to stay. I didn't want to stay in Cleyra. I wanted to go somewhere, fight something.
Soon the wondrous structure of the Cathedral came into my view. The glass-like material the Cathedral was made of was admired by many who visited Cleyra. I didn't care about it, though. I pushed by the Cleyrans and entered the Cathedral freely. The Cleyrans didn't bother guarding it. They had the fancy belief that since they didn't believe in violence, those that did believe in violence wouldn't bother them. They also felt that the sandstorm would always protect them.
I felt they were pretty foolish, but you never tell a Cleyran that.
"What brings you here?" the Cleyran High Priest asked the minute I came into his view.
"I came here to seek information," I announced, coming to a stop. "There is danger beyond the Basin. I come hoping for information on places where it may be."
"Foolish Burmecians, with their fighting ways," the High Priest muttered. "If they didn't fight so much they wouldn't be targets-"
"We have done nothing to bring any attack onto us," I snarled defensively. "We've done nothing."
"But have you seen any enemies attack us at all?" The High Priest asked. "Even when you were attacked many years ago, they left us alone."
"That's because they didn't see you! These enemies want power. They aren't looking for threats! Why can't you just give me what I need?" I asked.
"You don't want to go to a place of war. Oh no. You'd be better off to go to a place with culture," The High Priest told me.
"Culture? Are you suggesting that Burmecia has no culture?" I asked, confused by the High Priest's words. "My home is in danger. Culture isn't going to help me."
"Culture leads to knowledge, and knowledge will lead you to the answer to your problems," the High Priest continued. "Do you know what will happen in three days?"
I shook my head. The last time I had checked, nothing special was to happen in three days. The High Priest smiled, and his smile seemed triumphant. My eyes narrowed.
"You Burmecians are so busy with war and fighting that you do not know of everyday events. In three days is Eoroqu's Rising," the High Priest cooed.
If it weren't for the fact that the High Priest's last sentence confused me, I would've been screaming. Instead, my brow furrowed with confusion.
"Eoroqu's Rising?" I asked.
"You do know what Eoroqu is, right?" the High Priest asked, walking toward the opening in the Cathedral.
"Yes, of course. It's the legendary continent," I replied boldly, feeling happy that I actually knew something.
"It's no legend, my boy. It's real," the High Priest replied, smiling proudly.
"Real? Sir, Eoroqu vanished under the sea years ago," I replied. "It's in the legend."
"Eoroqu did not go under the sea. It merely made itself an illusion. Shamed by an attack, it hid itself under an illusion - But for reasons unknown, this illusion fails every July, for three days. That is when bold travelers like you can get to this wonderful continent. On it live the Dari," the High Priest said.
"Dari?" I asked, immediately recognizing the name.
"Yes. The Dari. A race of people just like you and I live on Eoroqu, in the middle of a desert. Their culture and values could help you. Why don't you go there?"
"I need to fight, not visit a desert tribe."
"Oh, believe me, you'll be able to fight with the Dari. They have many values. They combine the values of Burmecia and Cleyra perfectly. They are a race you definitely should visit."
The High Priest turned his gaze on me.
"In three days Eoroqu will rise. In three days it will fall again. You have six days to make a decision," the High Priest said slowly. "I have given you information. Now please go."
I stared at the High Priest for a time, then turned around and left, frustrated. A desert tribe? Eoroqu? The combining of values? All that the High Priest had said spun inside my head, making it hard to think. As I walked toward the entrance of Cleyra, I gave my head a shake. It didn't help. I was still confused.
Soon I had reached the very entrance of the Cleyra Village. But I didn't want to leave. I had to give my ankle a rest; it was getting far more difficult to hide the limp. I turned around and looked over at Cleyra's inn.
Six days, I thought. I have six days.
Slowly I walked into the inn. A homey room that smelled of herbs welcomed me. A desk sat at the end of the room, and a Cleyran was standing there. She smiled when she saw me.
"Welcome. How long will you be staying?" the Cleyran at the desk asked.
"Two days," I replied.
The Cleyran nodded before saying the required Gil. I gave her the Gil without trouble, then headed off into the room on my right. It was full of beds, but I didn't really care what they were like. I simply plopped down on one and stared at the ceiling.
So Eoroqu was supposedly real, only covered by an illusion. Why? The High Priest had said it was shame. What had happened? And the Dari. I knew Aireff was Dari. Why had he come? What had happened that made him come to Burmecia and leave his hidden home?
The questions swam through my head, and suddenly I felt exceedingly tired. With a frustrated sigh, I fell into an exhausted, confused sleep.
Two days later, I was on the move. I bought any needed supplies in Cleyra, and even learned a little about Eoroqu. It happened to be the home of the Demi-humans, the elemental dragons, the Dari, and, hauntingly enough, an organization called the COL. I couldn't get much information about what was so haunting about the COL, though; all I got was "it's trouble".
The COL interested me. If it was trouble, then no doubt it was what I was looking for. Therefore, having finally found something that I was truly looking for, I set off. I passed swiftly through the sandstorm, being that my ankle had healed quickly thanks to a bit of care from the Cleyrans. I moved swiftly across the Vube Desert, taking little time to rest. By the time I reached a small passage leading to the Eesisten Coast, night had fallen.
I set up camp right near the ocean itself and slept under the stars.
I woke up early due to a mysterious noise. It took me a few minutes to locate it, but when I did, I could only stare.
Slowly appearing right before my eyes was a massive piece of land. In fact, it was more than just a piece of land. It looked to be huge, and it was appearing right in the middle of the ocean I had slept by. I could see a massive desert on the land slowly forming. Massive mountains were in the distance on this land. I could see the ocean between this land and the Mist Continent slowly becoming smaller as the land began to form completely.
Within an hour, it was over. Right in front of me was a massive continent. I could only stare at it, and as I did, I was able to witness a massive blue creature fly through the air on the continent.
"Eoroqu," I muttered softly.
And indeed, right before me, was the mysterious, hidden continent Eoroqu. ------- Interesting, no? An entire continent, hidden. Heh, obviously Eoroqu is my idea, but I needed a good explanation on why you never meet this place in the game! I think I did a good job with why you never see it: it's hidden ;)
Sorry about the slow update. I didn't have much time to write, and my mind choose to go dead and not think of anything =\ But now I'm back, because I know what's going to happen on Eoroqu! So stay tuned!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, events, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.
The Tree within the Storm
Cleyra. I had been there once to make an attempt to set up a trading route. The people of Cleyra didn't like what we had to trade, and personally, I hadn't liked what they had either.
Cleyra was a small village located in the top-most branches of a massive tree. You couldn't miss this tree, not because it was huge, but because a massive sandstorm surrounded it. Only the daring or stupid tried to get through the sandstorm, and only the lucky made it through. I was both daring and stupid, but lucky - That's a different story.
The first time I had gone to Cleyra, I had been expected, and a Cleyran had guided me. This time, however, there was no guide. I stared at the sandstorm from a distance, sitting on a lost log in the middle of the hot Vube Desert. Mist hung heavy in the air, only helping to make me even hotter. Some sand passed on the winds, but the winds were rare. I had about a mile before the winds would pick up and blow sand into my eyes.
I took my waterskin and took a deep drink, my throat parched from me having tried to save the water. I would not be able to take another drink until I got through the sandstorm, unless I wanted the heavy winds to either toss the waterskin away from me, or to get sand in the water itself. The drink was satisfying, however, and as I put the waterskin away I felt that I could survive another two hours or so without a drink. I took out a bit of bread, which was beginning to show signs of turning into mold and not food. Knowing it was a lot better than nothing at all, I ate the bread quickly and rose to my feet. I made sure my pack was closed tightly, not wanting any sand to get into it and ruin the already-bad food. Then, taking my spear into my left hand as a threat to nearby monsters, I headed toward the mass sandstorm.
Within 30 minutes the wind began to slowly pick up. Sand was beginning to be picked up far more often. I didn't bother with my hair now, knowing that there was now going to be more than enough of sand in it; besides, the wind kept it easily out of my face. I was walking straight into the wind. The sand stung my eyes, and I at last closed them, deciding that if any monsters lived here, they were far too busy trying to live to even be concerned with me. This proved to be true, for as I wandered blindly forward, any scurrying I heard did not result in an attack.
The wind became extremely fierce, and it felt as if the sand was being plastered to my face. My walk slowed, as the wind seemed to try to pull me back. Quickly I understood what I would need to do.
I opened my eyes and quickly lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the sand. I took my pack and carefully stuck my hand in it. When my hand touched paper, I pulled the paper out, quickly shutting the pack in the process. I checked to make sure I had grabbed the right scroll. Written on the ribbon that was tying the scroll shut was a single word: Haste.
It was the right one. I carefully took the ribbon off and allowed the wind to take it away. I then opened the scroll carefully. The wind tried to take it away as well, but I held it tight. Shielding my mouth and eyes with my hand, I shouted the ancient words on the scroll.
The minute the last word left my lips I felt sudden energy shoot through me. A golden haze seemed in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile in triumph as the golden haze flickered and the scroll turned to ash. The scroll had done its job.
I raced forward, and everything became a blur. I was at least three times faster than normal. The Haste spell was working perfectly. I prayed it would last a good while. Swiftly I streaked across the desert, the wind parting as if it had been cut in half. The sand no longer blew into me, though once in a while some sand would come. The base of the tree of Cleyra came into view, but it was a few miles away. I ran faster, making the Haste spell work harder, as I watched the base of the trunk come closer and closer.
The tree came upon me so quickly I didn't have time to break. I dug my claws into the sand, only to find I skidded and slammed straight into the strong bark of the base of the tree. The Haste spell tried to comeback this abrupt stop, and the sinewy bark of the tree snapped. I toppled inside, along with the bark, slamming headfirst into the sandy ground, then rolling into a sitting position. I sat in such a position for a few seconds, dazed. My head was pounding.
Okay. Six times 23 is 138, I made myself recite in my mind. I then smiled with relief. Good. So I hadn't killed my memory yet.
Rose had been fearful that I would someday do something that would make me forget everything. Then again, she seemed to think that Ruben and Aireff may have the same thing result, but that didn't stop me from wondering if I would someday cause myself to forget everything.
I gave myself a shake, and it felt as if my entire mind rattled. I rose shakily to my feet, only to find sheer pain came to my left ankle. I yelped and slid into the sand.
"Brilliant, now what did I do?" I asked myself. I stared down at my leg, only to find that nothing was wrong with it. It was my ankle that was swelling. I sighed. I certainly wasn't going to defeat anything at this rate.
I rose shakily to my feet and looked around. The storm was behind me, but the winds within the tree were still pretty harsh. Sand seemed to be implanted in the ground, except in the spots where I could see it sinking into dangerous whirlpools of sand. There seemed to be a path to follow, but the only thing that could confirm such an idea was the fact that the sand was hard and packed. I limped forward, sniffing the air. The air smelled musty, yet the faint smell of Cleyran still hung in the air. Deciding that I was going in the right direction, I began to limp more quickly.
After some time, the pain in my ankle became tolerable, and I was no longer limping. My pace increased, as my mind was slowly remembering the trail that I must follow. I was still getting a bit lost, but slowly I was getting less lost and more towards my location: Cleyra itself.
The path was straightforward, except for the sand whirlpools that would pop out of no where. From there, careful maneuvering would bring you past them. Then there was a point where you couldn't maneuver past them. Three whirlpools lay right near each other, and I soon found that I would have to jump. I looked down at my ankle. The swelling had ceased, but had not died down. I would most likely fall in.
Yet nothing stopped me, no matter how foolish. I knelt down slightly, then launched myself forward. And, by some luck, despite the nearly unbearable pain that came into my ankle, I managed to soar completely over the whirlpools. I slammed stomach-first into the ground. Weakly I rose to my feet and began to limp up the new path I had landed on.
Soon the smells of plants came to me, and I knew that I was getting close to the actual village. No more stupid sandstorms! I quickened my pace, and soon found green leaves rising around me. A whole village rose right before my eyes. I was finally in Cleyra.
"Welcome to Cleyra," said a Cleyran on my right.
I nodded in acknowledge to his words, then rushed up the small sand staircases. I looked around, trying to remember where everything was. Where was the Cathedral again? I could barely remember. The Cleyrans gave me curious looks, wondering what I was doing. Burmecians barely ever visited, and the fact that I was there made them wonder.
At last my slow memory recalled the location of the Cathedral, and I rushed toward it, following the path carefully. I cleverly hid my limp, not wanting any of the Cleyrans to notice. If they did, I knew they would try to get me to stay. I didn't want to stay in Cleyra. I wanted to go somewhere, fight something.
Soon the wondrous structure of the Cathedral came into my view. The glass-like material the Cathedral was made of was admired by many who visited Cleyra. I didn't care about it, though. I pushed by the Cleyrans and entered the Cathedral freely. The Cleyrans didn't bother guarding it. They had the fancy belief that since they didn't believe in violence, those that did believe in violence wouldn't bother them. They also felt that the sandstorm would always protect them.
I felt they were pretty foolish, but you never tell a Cleyran that.
"What brings you here?" the Cleyran High Priest asked the minute I came into his view.
"I came here to seek information," I announced, coming to a stop. "There is danger beyond the Basin. I come hoping for information on places where it may be."
"Foolish Burmecians, with their fighting ways," the High Priest muttered. "If they didn't fight so much they wouldn't be targets-"
"We have done nothing to bring any attack onto us," I snarled defensively. "We've done nothing."
"But have you seen any enemies attack us at all?" The High Priest asked. "Even when you were attacked many years ago, they left us alone."
"That's because they didn't see you! These enemies want power. They aren't looking for threats! Why can't you just give me what I need?" I asked.
"You don't want to go to a place of war. Oh no. You'd be better off to go to a place with culture," The High Priest told me.
"Culture? Are you suggesting that Burmecia has no culture?" I asked, confused by the High Priest's words. "My home is in danger. Culture isn't going to help me."
"Culture leads to knowledge, and knowledge will lead you to the answer to your problems," the High Priest continued. "Do you know what will happen in three days?"
I shook my head. The last time I had checked, nothing special was to happen in three days. The High Priest smiled, and his smile seemed triumphant. My eyes narrowed.
"You Burmecians are so busy with war and fighting that you do not know of everyday events. In three days is Eoroqu's Rising," the High Priest cooed.
If it weren't for the fact that the High Priest's last sentence confused me, I would've been screaming. Instead, my brow furrowed with confusion.
"Eoroqu's Rising?" I asked.
"You do know what Eoroqu is, right?" the High Priest asked, walking toward the opening in the Cathedral.
"Yes, of course. It's the legendary continent," I replied boldly, feeling happy that I actually knew something.
"It's no legend, my boy. It's real," the High Priest replied, smiling proudly.
"Real? Sir, Eoroqu vanished under the sea years ago," I replied. "It's in the legend."
"Eoroqu did not go under the sea. It merely made itself an illusion. Shamed by an attack, it hid itself under an illusion - But for reasons unknown, this illusion fails every July, for three days. That is when bold travelers like you can get to this wonderful continent. On it live the Dari," the High Priest said.
"Dari?" I asked, immediately recognizing the name.
"Yes. The Dari. A race of people just like you and I live on Eoroqu, in the middle of a desert. Their culture and values could help you. Why don't you go there?"
"I need to fight, not visit a desert tribe."
"Oh, believe me, you'll be able to fight with the Dari. They have many values. They combine the values of Burmecia and Cleyra perfectly. They are a race you definitely should visit."
The High Priest turned his gaze on me.
"In three days Eoroqu will rise. In three days it will fall again. You have six days to make a decision," the High Priest said slowly. "I have given you information. Now please go."
I stared at the High Priest for a time, then turned around and left, frustrated. A desert tribe? Eoroqu? The combining of values? All that the High Priest had said spun inside my head, making it hard to think. As I walked toward the entrance of Cleyra, I gave my head a shake. It didn't help. I was still confused.
Soon I had reached the very entrance of the Cleyra Village. But I didn't want to leave. I had to give my ankle a rest; it was getting far more difficult to hide the limp. I turned around and looked over at Cleyra's inn.
Six days, I thought. I have six days.
Slowly I walked into the inn. A homey room that smelled of herbs welcomed me. A desk sat at the end of the room, and a Cleyran was standing there. She smiled when she saw me.
"Welcome. How long will you be staying?" the Cleyran at the desk asked.
"Two days," I replied.
The Cleyran nodded before saying the required Gil. I gave her the Gil without trouble, then headed off into the room on my right. It was full of beds, but I didn't really care what they were like. I simply plopped down on one and stared at the ceiling.
So Eoroqu was supposedly real, only covered by an illusion. Why? The High Priest had said it was shame. What had happened? And the Dari. I knew Aireff was Dari. Why had he come? What had happened that made him come to Burmecia and leave his hidden home?
The questions swam through my head, and suddenly I felt exceedingly tired. With a frustrated sigh, I fell into an exhausted, confused sleep.
Two days later, I was on the move. I bought any needed supplies in Cleyra, and even learned a little about Eoroqu. It happened to be the home of the Demi-humans, the elemental dragons, the Dari, and, hauntingly enough, an organization called the COL. I couldn't get much information about what was so haunting about the COL, though; all I got was "it's trouble".
The COL interested me. If it was trouble, then no doubt it was what I was looking for. Therefore, having finally found something that I was truly looking for, I set off. I passed swiftly through the sandstorm, being that my ankle had healed quickly thanks to a bit of care from the Cleyrans. I moved swiftly across the Vube Desert, taking little time to rest. By the time I reached a small passage leading to the Eesisten Coast, night had fallen.
I set up camp right near the ocean itself and slept under the stars.
I woke up early due to a mysterious noise. It took me a few minutes to locate it, but when I did, I could only stare.
Slowly appearing right before my eyes was a massive piece of land. In fact, it was more than just a piece of land. It looked to be huge, and it was appearing right in the middle of the ocean I had slept by. I could see a massive desert on the land slowly forming. Massive mountains were in the distance on this land. I could see the ocean between this land and the Mist Continent slowly becoming smaller as the land began to form completely.
Within an hour, it was over. Right in front of me was a massive continent. I could only stare at it, and as I did, I was able to witness a massive blue creature fly through the air on the continent.
"Eoroqu," I muttered softly.
And indeed, right before me, was the mysterious, hidden continent Eoroqu. ------- Interesting, no? An entire continent, hidden. Heh, obviously Eoroqu is my idea, but I needed a good explanation on why you never meet this place in the game! I think I did a good job with why you never see it: it's hidden ;)
Sorry about the slow update. I didn't have much time to write, and my mind choose to go dead and not think of anything =\ But now I'm back, because I know what's going to happen on Eoroqu! So stay tuned!
This story is copyright to me. Some characters, locations, events, and Gaia in general are copyright to SquareEnix.