I had roamed far into the world searching for the egg, and my journey had taken me to a dragon graveyard that I had once thought was just a cavern. Inside this seemingly endless abyss, I found an egg, and when I held it in my hands, I could feel warmth coming from it. The warmth inside the egg reminded me of my brother, and the amulet glowed accordingly. I was then warped to the end of Drogaroga's Spine by Cyranuce himself.
"How in the world!" I said in shock. "You're supposed to be dead!"
"Hah, I am not," he replied. "that was just a trick I used to escape San d'Oria. I have learned that the power of the dragons has been reborn, and I want it for myself!" He warped the egg out of my hands and into his, then placed it into the spine. This caused energy to flow through the spine, and soon a wyvern hatched from the egg.
"Cyrance, what is this all about?" I asked. "Let dragon's blood be my might!" He yelled, cutting the young wyvern.
After taking some of it's blood, Rahal arrived and said, "Don't do it Cyranuce, you cannot control the dragon, it will consume you!"
"It is already far too late for that, my old friend." Cyranuce replied, warping off.
"I believe it is not too late for him, Batosai," Rahal said. "I will see to it that this wyvern has his wounds treated. Please, I beg of you, go to Ghelsba Outpost. You will find Cyranuce there, and I will be there shortly afterwards. We must stop him at all costs!" I nodded, and ran towards the Ghelsba Outpost. An hour later, I saw Cyranuce in a hut that was used by the Orcish Fodderchief. Surely enough, Rahal and the hatchling wyvern followed in close pursuit.
"Cyranuce, please, you must stop this madness!" Rahal begged his old friend. However, Cyranuce struck Rahal down, and went into the battlefield area of the hut.
"Alas, I cannot save him now," Rahal said. "please, Batosai, save Cyranuce before he kills himself!" I followed Cyranuce into the battlefield, and what I witnessed was horrifying. Cyranuce used the blood of the hatchling wyvern along with an ancient technique that made a pact with a dragon. However, instead of having the dragon's power like he wanted, the dragon consumed Cyranuce's soul, turning him into the dragon itself! I wielded my scythe, and charged into battle with tears flowing down my cheeks. To save Cyranuce, I had to kill him. The dragon fell, and soon Rahal ran into the battlefield. He saw the reverted Cyranuce on the ground, and was in disbelief over what was happening to his friend.
"Please, Rahal," Cyranuce said. "you must believe in the dragons as we once did. One will come to inherit the light of the Holy Crest, you must have faith in that. Good bye... my friend." With that, Cyranuce faded.
"The wyvern is surely to live in bitter feelings towards the people of this world now," Rahal spoke. "and that will only cause it to create chaos and death... No!" The wyvern approached me as Rahal drew his blade, but then I felt the warmth of my brother flow through me. The warmth was coming from this wyvern, and soon the Holy Crest shined brightly on us both.
"I understand now, Cyranuce." Rahal said, putting away his sword. "On this day, this young knight has inherited your purpose and has been born again as a Dragoon. I shall miss you, my old friend. Good bye." Somewhere, deep in Vana'diel, an ancient force was beginning to awaken...