AN: (blinks at the screen) I could've sworn I did three chapters... Oh well. Here you go, sorry for the wait!
Chapter Three: Summoner Son
The other kids make fun of you,
Because of your heritage and looks,
But always remember that
I'll be here for you.
I can see your pain of being different,
Seymour.
I watch you suffer everyday,
Feeling your pain,
Crying the tears you never cried.
Jamal thinks that you have magic,
That you could one day save Spira.
I remain undecided.
I know what Yevon will do,
My Seymour,
I have watched it before my own eyes,
Sacrificed to keep peace for ten years,
Until Sin comes again.
Yet, I hold hope in my special son,
I have confidence in your heart.
You're now sixteen,
Young by most standards,
But as mature as a sage.
I'll tell you tonight,
I'll let you go,
I'll let you live your life,
And maybe save someone else's.
I have faith in you, Seymour.
You are destined for many great things.
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