The winds of mount Gagazet blew harshly, and tiny shards of ice hurled themselves down the mountainside, attempting to smite all those who attempted to brave its heights.
Well, those were the thoughts that were running through my head as I attempted to brave the heights. The icicles were beating my skin raw, and I was frozen from head to toe, not to mention I had just spent the last few hours battling ravenous monsters back in that cave. What next?

The wretched mountain seemed to read my thoughts, as suddenly, I felt eyes on the back of my head. More than one pair. I whipped around, looking for a face, but all I saw was snow. Mentally scolding myself for being paranoid, I continued on my glacial path.

"Stupid...ow...path. Why they have to put a path here is beyond my understanding," I grumbled to myself. "No one lives here, and, if anyone did, they were either naïve or utterly crazy!"

"Is that so?" I jumped, and turned around to face the booming voice. My jaw dropped open.

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"Tidus! Ti—Tidus, wait!" Tidus whirled around to face a panting Wakka.

"What?"

"Let me come with you, man. You can't do this on your own."

"I know. I'm rounding up others." Wakka's eyes widened.

"You really are prepared, aren't you?" Tidus nodded proudly.

"Well, count me in."

"Welcome to the team."

Half an hour later found both the men on the sphere communicator aboard the Celsius, talking to Paine and Rikku.

"He what?"

"He rose from the dead, Rikku. And apparently he's back. Who knows where he is."

"And you want us to…"

"Help us find him." Paine nodded.

"Count us in. We'll meet you Luca."

"Gotcha." Tidus switched off the sphere, and turned to Wakka.

"Well, we have Paine and Rikku, who else do you know?"

Wakka thought for a minute or two. "There's Gippal, I know he'd be happy to help, and Baralai, he's nice guy, I'm sure he'd join us. Theres also Nooj and Leblanc and her goons. Then theres Donna and Bartello, and Isaruu, Maroda, and Pacce. And Kimahri"

" I think that's more than enough. Forget the summoners, they're no use to us. And as for Kimahri, he's too old. And I don't think This "Leblanc" will be much help either. We'll take the three men you mentioned before."

"What? Nooj, Gippal and Baralai?"

"Yeah. Can you contact them?"

"I'm on it."

"Great. Brother, can you take us to Luca?"

"Not a problem!"

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I stared in awe at the figure before me. It was a huge cat like thing, a few heads taller than me, and blue in colour, except its hair, which was black, and a great horn sticking out of its head. It wore little clothing, save for the armour around its legs and arms, and a loincloth. Compared to him, I seemed like a silly, weak little child, in my layers or clothing and robes.

"You think the Rhonso are crazy for living here? You think Kromak weak for living on the mountain? Pathetic human. You cannot endure Gagazet, what can you face? We have lived here for thousands of years, and have learned to battle the icy winds and winding slopes." I cowered before the great beast, and he seemed to notice this. His face softened slightly, but his voice remained the same.

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I don't know. I can't remember anything. I know nothing of this place, or your people." Kromak, or so he called himself, blinked in surprise. When he spoke again, it was softer, and more concerned.

"Weak as you are, I cannot leave you alone. Come, human, perhaps elder Kimahri can help you. He is both wise, and clever. Come, quickly." What else could I do? I meekly followed Kromak down the mountainside. I was quite grateful to the Rhonso for offering me help, but a part of me was frightened of what might happen next. Who was this "Elder"? What would he do when he saw me?

My question was answered when Kromak and I arrived at the bottom of the mountain, and reached a little clearing. Apparently this was a meeting place for Ronso, because there were for of his kind, females and children included. Kromak ignored them, and walk straight to a Rhonso hidden in a corner, who, unlike all the others, was clad in a heavy, weatherworn brown robe. This one seemed a lot older; he was slightly bent over, and his gnarled paw clutched an elaborate wooden staff. This did nothing to decrease my fear- Though he was old, he had a commanding air about him, which frightened me even more. I hid myself behind Kormak's back, listening to him speaking the elder.

"Elder Kimahri, I have made a strange discovery."

"And what is this discovery?"

" A human, attempting to make his way down the mountain." Kimahri laughed, a loud laugh which echoed across the clearing. I jumped.

"That is not strange at all. Humans make their way through the mountain almost every day."

"But this human is different!" Kromak protested. "He does not look like others. He remembers nothing. He knows nothing, only how to speak and move. He does not even remember his name. Kromak thought that…that maybe you could help him remember this world."

"Very well. I will see what I can do. Where is this human?" Kromak stepped aside, revealing me. At once, the old creature's eyed widened, and his grip on his staff tightened.

"No! It is not possible!" he turned to Kromak. "Where did you find him?"

"He was struggling to make his way down into the valley." The elder took a deep shuddering breath. Then he motioned to a few of the nearby females, who nodded.
A few minutes later, the clearing was entirely empty. Except for Kimahri and me. He approached slowly, each step making my heart beat faster. Then he hit me. Blinding pain spread across my back, where the staff stuck it, and I fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

"You! Why are you here? Speak Truth!"

"I-I don't know! I can't remember!"

"Liar!" Kimahri snarled, and I felt another sharp pain, this time on my neck. I struggled to scramble away, but my body wouldn't respond. Then I heard him speaking.

"You have only brought trouble to Spira, with your twisted mind and terrible plan. You-You killed our tribe, and we are all that remain. You almost killed my summoner, who was like a daughter to me. You brought chaos and disorder to Spira. Why must you plague us again with your presence?"
For the Second time, I felt the tears sliding down my face. I was a murderer.

"Please." I whispered. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to kill. I only want to know who I am. I promise not to hurt anyone. Please help me. I don't have anyone else." These words sounded childish to me, but they were enough for the Kimahri. He stepped up to me, and I raised a hand to my face, waiting for the blow. Instead I felt the rough fur of his paw grasping my hand, and pulling me to my feet.

"Very well. I shall help you."