The city of Zanarkand lay silent ad unmoving. Not a sound. Nothing stirred. The Black water lapped gently against the rocky shores. A tiny ripple appeared on the surface. Then another, and another, and another, until the once calm surface was suddenly churning and swirling. A tiny shadow appeared, and started to rise out of the depths. All of a sudden, as if on cue, a hand burst through the water and grasped the air, as though fighting for life. A pale, blue clawed hand, with delicate lightning marks on it. Then, inch my inch, and very slowly, a man rose up. He threw himself onto the bank, gasping. His sky blue hair was limp and bedraggled, and his soaking clothes clung to him like a second skin. He blinked. Shaking water from his hair. His face, veined with bolts of lightning, looked lost and confused.

"Who..am I?"

"Who...Am I?" I had no idea where I was, or who I was. I looked up, hoping to spark some recognition as to my location. But nothing came. So I slowly and painfully made my way up. My legs ached from years of blissful sleep, and my mind was reeling. I felt as though I had been here before…

I finally reached the top of the banks, and was greeted by muffled voices. A man and a woman.

"What was that sound?"

"Dunno. Sounded like...I can't even say."

"Was it just me, or did someone who looked exactly like Seymour come out?"

"You mean.." The voices where fading. I had to follow them. They might have been talking about me...I edged closer, hiding behind a large pillar, and strained to catch parts of their conversation.

"wait, wait, wait. You're not talking about Maester Seymour Guado, are you? He's been dead for…Ten years."

"Yeah, but even after Lady Yuna sent him, I got the feeling he wasn't entirely gone. Did you remember the havoc he wreaked on Spira when he was alive? The lives he took, the people he hurt?"

"How could I forget? It was terrible."

"This place is giving me the creeps. Can we get out of here?"

"Yeah, I never did like Zanarkand anyway." The footsteps faded away, until there was nothing left but the soft splash of the waves touching the shore. Tears slid down my face, cold and unwelcome, stinging my skin. Was that who I was before? A cold hearted Murderer? A man who ruined lives? No..It couldn't be…And yet, the word still rang in my ears. Did you remember the havoc he wreaked on Spira when he was alive? The lives he took, the people he hurt? No. No, it wasn't right. I am NOT Seymour Guado. They must have been talking about someone else. But how was I to know? How could I find out my past? I had only one choice. I had to travel Spira and find this...Lady Yuna. She seemed to know the most about me. I stepped out from my hiding place, shaking from head to toe, and started to follow the two people.

Eventually, after walk up a large slope, and across what looked like a rocky arena, I came to a cave. Looking around and seeing no other way around, I stepped in. it was dark, and I could see nothing. Stalagmites and stalactites, towering above me, glistened in the semi darkness. My heart was pounding, but something told me to go on. In frustration, I threw my hand to the heavens and yelled.

"Curse you for putting me here! Why not somewhere calm and peaceful? Must you torment me like this? At least give me some sort of weapon!" As if my prayer had been heard, my hand suddenly started to tingle and a tiny light appeared in it. Then it grew and took shape, and a few seconds later, a staff rested in my hand. I gazed at its magnificence in awe. It was jet black, and the top curled outwards in an antique and complicated pattern. There was a gem on the rod, and I could barely make it out in the darkness. The fact that I now had a staff lowered my frustration slightly, but it was not entirely gone.

"Light! I need light, damn you!" I growled, slashing through the air in a cross like shape. It seemed to obey my command, for suddenly the gem shone a bright white, and I could see every detail of the cave. Satisfied, I continued my journey into the depths.

Five hours later….

I was almost out of this hell hole, I could even see the light. But something barred my path. To be exact, two things. They were huge blobs, both red, and the gleaming slits in their shapeless faces (supposedly eyes) were looking straight at me. One of them started to wail, an enearthly sound, and I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Shut up!" the jewel on my staff glowed an electric blue, and a jet of ice blasted out of it, blasting the creature apart. The other blob looked angry for a moment, then it fled. Grinning widely, I sprinted towards the end of the cave and into the light.

"Freedom!"

"Mama!"