The ride to Bikanel certainly took a long time.

"Tell me again, guys, why are we flying at super slow speed?"

"so we can discuss our plan of action. Do you want you ass handed to you by a maniac with dark powers?"

"Not particularly."

"Then we need a plan!"

"So what is the plan?"

"Um…"

"I have something." Shinra interrupted. The kid had been sitting silent all the while, working on his sphere communicators.

"You have what?"

"I'm trying to change the signal on the scout machine so that it'll make it easier to find Rikku and Gippal."

"Great. Is it finished?" Tidus asked, but the only response was a 'shooing' motion made by Shinra.

"Almost. Gimme five more minutes."

"Right. While He's working on that…" Tidus paced around the cabin. "Do you think Seymour might be moving around?"

"Whaddya mean, moving around? Like, changing places? Nah, he would probably just sulk around and think up another plan…" Wakka suddenly stopped, apparently deep in thought.

"Wakka? You Ok? Wakka?" But Wakka was already on his feet, walking out the door. Tidus turned to brother.

"What did I say?"

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I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I died. I just know it.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Where…where am I?"

"In heaven." Came a sarcastic response. Almost at once, Kimahri's face came into focus. I blinked.

"Are you in heaven too? Glad w—OW! Its heaven! This isn't meant to hurt!"

"This not heaven! This bottom of the cliff you jumped off!" I felt my jaw drop.

Bottom of the cliff? But…That would mean…I peered up, squinting, trying to catch a glimpse of the icy cliff that I had so willingly flung myself from, but all I could see were tangled swirls of wind and snow.

"How far did I fall?"

"Quite far. We were at the top of the mountain."

"How-How did I make it all the way down a mountain?" Kimahri's expression didn't change, but you could see the twinkle in his eyes.

"You succeeded inunlocking your inner magic."

"Huh?" Was all I could come up with at this stage.

"Your inner magic is what protects you. It gives you…wings."

"You mean….Flying?"

"Yes. Magic has advanced in Spira."

"…Interesting."

"Alright, enough of this. We must train."

"T-Train?"

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Wakka was pacing up and down the halls, thinking.

What if Seymour…..nah, it………or could it? Who knows? Maybe it would be the same for him like it was for Tidus.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump, and he turned around to face buddy.

" The plane is on autopilot, heading for Mushroom rock. You're worried about something. What it it?" Wakka was slightly taken aback by his forwardness.

"well…You remember how Tidus was brought back to life 7 years ago, ya?"

"Yes…"

"Well, remember how he forgot everything about his former life in Zanarkand and Spira except Yuna, Lulu, Rikku, Kimahri and me, 'cause that was the last thing he saw? And we had to remind him about everything that happened to him?"

"Yeah, it was lucky we kept those old recording spheres…and…Wait, I think I know where you're going with this." Wakka sighed, relieved of the uncomfortable duty of confiding in the young pilot. After a few minutes, he turned to Buddy.

"Well?"

"Nope, 'fraid I don't know what you're going with this. Sorry, man. I tried." Wakka sighed.

"I was thinkin', y'know…what is Seymour's the same? What if Seymour was the same? What if he only remembers the last thing he saw?" Buddy scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully.

"Maybe…It does seem reasonable. You think we an find out?" Wakka shrugged.

"If the fayth are still there, where Yuna was last time, then maybe. Who knows—" He never got to finish his sentence, because at that moment, Tidus walked outside.

"Hey, guys, whatsup? Got anything yet?" Wakka and Buddy looked at each other.

"Well, yeah, we do, actually—" Wakka began.

"Its really Good." Tidus grinned.

"Awesome! What is it?"

"The…the-the…uh, the—" Buddy spluttered.

"Fayth." Wakka thought out loud. Tidus looked at him.

"the fayth?"

"Uh, yeah. The Fayth! We figured, if they made him, they might know how to get rid of him, ya?" Tidus thought for a minute, then his face brightened.

"Hey, that sounds good! But…theres one problem."

"What?" How do we get to the fayth?"

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"T-train?"

"Yes. Train. How you expect to travel Spira if you are weak? There are many fiends in Spira. Some weak. Some strong. You want to beat them, you have to be strongest."

"But where are you going?"

"To train." The old Rhonso led me up a stone path, lined with statues. He stopped, and I copied him, turning to face a statue of a woman. She wore little but what seemed like...undergarments; her snowy hair was flowing freely past her hips, and she carried a staff of some sort. Her face was what caught my attention. It was ever so pale, but even cast in this substance, her face was filled with a fire and determination like I had never seen before…Not like I had seen much.

"These are summoners. More than a thousand years ago, Sin came. Sin filled land with such devastation that there was no hope. Then came Yunalesca." He pointed at the statue of the woman. "She was daughter of great priest, and first summoner. She wanted to stop Sin and the cycle of death it was making. And she did. She defeated sin. But only for short time. When sin beaten, the time that it is gone is called 'calm'". We continued to walk slowly back up the path.

"Calm lasted for ten years." He shook his head sadly. "only ten years. And all the time, sin rebuilt itself. Made new shell. Rose back from dead to continue what it had started." We were almost at the end of the path now. "Many summoners gave lives to bring calm. The final summoning Ended their lives. Many think they went to farplane." Once again, he shook his head, half from amusement, the other half from sorrow. "They were all wrong." We had reached the end now. There was one last statue, shining so bright that it was hard to look at. When my eyes adjusted to the bright glow, they widened considerably, for the statue alone was wonderous. It was a woman, hardly higher than my shoulder; She had earthy tinted hair framing her pale face. A soft smile graced her lips, and a pale pink tinge could be seen on her skin. I smiled back at her, marveling the accuracy of the statue. She seemed so real.

Elder Kimahri seemed to have heard my thoughts.

"This is soulstone. You remember how we talked of aeons?" I nodded.

"Of course. They were great entities of power, which the summoners could call upon by will to aid them in battle." Kimahri nodded approvingly.

"Yes, good, good. This type of stone was made from each summoners aeons, and their memories. You see, even though the aeons are all the same kind, but each set of aeons is unique to the summoner. Lady Yunalesca, her statue, though not shining, was strong. Yunalesca was strong. She only used her aeons occasionally. But not only did she fight alone. She only needed herself. "This young lady" He placed a hand on the statues shoulder "though strong, used her aeons well, and was the first, and the last summoner to defeat Sin entirely."

"Who is she?" I asked, gazing in awe at her tiny frame. Kimahri smiled; one of his few.

"This? This is lady Yuna."