Primogenitor

Chapter Sixteen

Erik's destination hadn't been Ishgard.

His suggestion to travel to Coerthas possessed a verbatim meaning.

Though, the western area was of course a good choice to go separate ways considering of Ysayle. Heretics shouldn't appear in the midst of Ishgard – at the most not the fraction's leader. Who knew, which cruel actions the Inquisitors would undertake should they catch her...

The Marauder's intention matched Lady Iceheart's responsibility towards her followers.

She had anyways wanted to contact her closest comrades. Furthermore, with the determination for restoring peace, which the adventurers as well as Alphinaud had demonstrated, Ysayle was eager to introduce them as trusted allies to the other heretics. In case of Estinien, however, she wasn't willing to entirely canonize him. He was truly no saint, thus the Azure Knight would always stay a risk for all pacifists. A risk she tolerated, though. After all, it was also thanks to him, that she would be able to spread the knowledge Hraesvelgr had shared with the troop. The Dragoon had helped to reach not only the Churning Mists but also Zenith – a fact Tioman's death didn't change.

Before Lady Iceheart could say goodbye for now, a sudden call per linkshell interrupted her.

According to a good friend, several heretics had decided to cause chaos in Ishgard. With their leader being absent, mentioned hotheads wanted to put pressure onto the Holy City with a serious attack. Could they demonstrate the curia's helplessness – so they thought – less townsmen would resist to side with the dragons.

Ysayle was indignant to hear of such violent behavior; especially since she had ordered to lay not a single finger on Ishgard while her travel with the adventurers would last. Originally, the elf was convinced of her instruction being just a exaggerated precaution, but obviously more of these safety-measures would have been necessary. After all, not all fellows regretted the day when Vishap's commando had destroyed a part of the Foundation...

The Elezen immediately changed her plans and asked the group for going together to the Holy City. Of course they approved her wish, whereby the Warrior's leader prepared once more a teleport for them all.

Back in Ishgard, the sound of crossing blades was already audible.

When they rushed to the nearby battlefield, Haurchefant fought together with other knights against Ysayle's birds-of-a-feather. The confrontation appeared already pretty serious, hence Lady Iceheart sprinted without reflecting on disadvantages between the two fronts; accusing the other heretics of flouting her order. Like a mother would, the Elezen acted as an arbiter; preaching forgiveness and putting the fault equally onto everybody's shoulders. No matter if curia or heretics: All of them carried a part of the complete guilt, so she would allow none of them to harm each other any further. For the sake of everyone's future, they had to stop the pointless circle of hatred.

Her courageous action stopped the clash entirely. That was possible, since one side was irritated by the enemy's behavior, while the other tried to comprehend the total change of mind their leader had. Ysayle used this chance to give her fraction a strict directive – leaving the Holy City and instantly stopping all violent undertakings. The Fortemps-son wanted to prevent his enemies' escape, but was interrupted by Cecilia and Erik. They ran to him; confirming the reliability Ysayle's words had, whereupon the good knight unwillingly commanded his fellow-swordsmen to allow the getaway. Above all, he did not even instruct somebody to pursue the heretics.

Despite his blind faith in the adventurers, however, Haurchefant was of course not contented.

The Elezen demanded an explanation for this unfinished assault. After all, as the person in charge, he needed to write a report about this occurrence. And within mentioned text, a reason for letting Ishgard's adversaries flee was indispensable. Hereupon, the Warriors of Light as well as Alphinaud gave him a rough summary of the time they had spent with the heretic's leader; including a few short comments coming from the stoic Azure Knight. These words more than enough knowledge to convince Haurchefant of Ysayle's honesty. With that, he allowed his gentle personality to replace the harsh mask of professionalism.

~C~

Indeed, the Elezen was visibly delighted, that his dear friends had returned safe and sound.

Although Tioman's death plus Hraesvelgr's repulsion visibly concerned him a lot, it couldn't be denied how relieved the good knight was to be able to hug his friends once again. In the truest sense of the word, because this activity was exactly what he did. Even Estinien had to endure an embrace, although the expression under his helmet indicated a mixture of disgust and resignation.

When even 'Midge' ended up in a tight sign of friendship, simultaneous Haurchefant casually asked: "So, what's your next step? Not that I'd plan to write this information down as well, but curiosity kills me if I stay nescient." "Hehe, I didn't know you were a cat." Tammy giggled amused; earning an embarrassed smirk of the Elezen. "Well, looks like we need Cid's help." ,Erik stated relaxed while Midgardsormr slipped out of the choking hug, "No chance we grow wings on our own in the next century, so machines have to take over that part. Not to forget that nasty wind-barrier..." Alphinaud tapped meditative against his chin and objected: "But before we seek for some advice... Shouldn't we report back to Aymeric? He has to be aware of the current situation."

"That could be a little bit troublesome." ,the Fortemps-knight declared, "The Lord Commander has right now an important meeting to attend to. I doubt he would have a few minutes to spare for anything else but a burning city." Following, Estinien shrugged unperturbed. "Typical... He cares way too much for politics. I wouldn't be surprised if he starves one day because of that habit... Hmpf, can't be helped. Under these circumstances, I'll go with you to the engineer."

This idea was a bit unusual... And obviously, the disguised dragon wasn't the only one to think so. "Won't you be bored without your companion?" the Blackmage-Elezen asked putative unenthused; turning the confusion into a slight joke. Glaring at his grand-cousin, the Azure Knight responded sarcastic: "Of course, since everything is less boring than finding a way to defeat my arch-enemy. Listening to political monologues is the most entertaining thing I can dream of."

Haurchefant barely hid the emerging amusement while he suggested: "Okay, guys, how about this... I tell Aymeric everything you have shared with me once his meeting is over? This would at least save a little bit of your time." The knight's hand amicably landed on the disguised dragon's shoulder – a sympathetic smile meant for the 'Hyur' shone from the Elezen's mien. Such shame, that this man with a golden heart and Cecilia with an equally nature were no couple... For their personal freedom, the antiquity would never allow the slightest jealousy in his chest...

Shaking the atrabilious thoughts off, 'Midge' nodded intuitive: "We would appreciate thy support, yes. Thou art a true friend." "Just make sure, that you take care of your own duties at first, okay?" the maiden added grinning. As a response to her words, the Fortemps-son chuckled with tenderness: "Of course, don't worry. I'm a dutiful swordsman. And it makes me happy help you out."

With 'Midge', Alphinaud and Estinien in tow, the Warriors marched to the Machinist-Guild.

Fortunately, Cid was right now present – taking a break from his work in Abalathia. The engineer stood outside of the building; drinking a hot chocolate when they approached him. After welcoming his friends, he attentively listened to their detailed report. Let the young scholar give him a detailed description of the enemy's hideout.

"A wind-barrier, hm?" ,the bearded man mumbled thoughtful, "Of course, Alphinaud, the Enterprise should suffice to let us pass it, but I fear she wouldn't match the other requirements. She's too large and wouldn't be able to dodge a fast dragon in the air. In order to reach such a lair, we would need something else. … Come, let me show you something."

Cid's wolfish mien tried to conceal a decent grin when he walked ahead.

Glancing at Erik, Midgardsormr concluded – thanks to the Marauder's sparkling eyes – the engineer's solution must be something outstanding. Hence, the Methuselah became curious to see it. Following their comrade together with the others, he raised his brows when an interesting machine caught his attention. The object looked like an airship, but was unusual small and had a much sharper design. In consideration of aerodynamic, this vehicle reached probably paramount speed... There was also almost no wood visible, but lots of shimmering white metal, which might endure several weather-conditions in a different way than the standard means of transport. In other words, this construct could be what they needed to reach the Aery.

While Midgardsormr's eyes examined the little airship with embarrassing nosiness, Cid's assistants Biggs and Wedge climbed over mentioned machine; their busy motions revealed strong pride considering their creation. Everybody watched their work – even Erik demonstrated rapture, albeit he knew this event already.

Chuckling about their reaction, Cid explained: "This small masterpiece named Manacutter is based on the same principle, which we had back then used in order to turn Garuda's wind into an element that she wouldn't be able to control. Only difference is, that the ship converts aether into wind and uses its special sails to gain dynamic impulses. Actually, I envy Biggs and Wedge a little bit for their brilliant idea."

While the Lalafell reacted embarrassed about the praise, his Roegadyn-colleague noticed: "Boss, don't be overhasty. The energy's conversation-rate is not directly efficient. In order to gain height, the ship must be located in an area with intense wind-aether." "Right. Otherwise, it will barely float above the ground." ,Wedge added; having regained his engineer-dignity thanks to the error-talk, "We have to correct this disadvantage someday, but for now other things have more importance."

Cid sighed before he nodded. "Correct... Unfortunately, working for Ishgard didn't let us much time for our own little projects... We will give our best to complete a handful of these small ships in their current state for you, as they should suffice for your plans, but doing so will take a while."

Before the group could utter their gratitude, suddenly Tataru appeared in the guild's workshop.

'Midge' couldn't help but cough when he saw, which kind of outfit his little comrade-in-suffering wore today... The Scion's secretary – never giving up on her dream to become a reliable Arcanist – had been working in the tavern since a longer while now, but the current ensemble she had chosen for that purpose was far more unreasonable than everything else before. A pink apron didn't match the gloomy atmosphere of the Foundation, yet Tataru wore it with confidence. Should she aim for proving to Ishgard, that Lalafell were a cute species, then she was doing well to reach this goal.

Her amethyst-eyes widened in relief when she discovered the Warriors and their allies.

"I am so glad to find you! I was contacted by Yugiri – she said, that you must come ASAP to the Rising Stones! There are some news that need to be shared! It's about the Sultana!"

~C~
This time, Annika offered a group-teleport since she had chosen Mor Dhona as her costless favorite the last time they had been there. Surprisingly, the direct travel was delayed for a short instant when Estinien decided to go with the group.

Alphinaud protested against it, but the Azure Knight's excuse was waterproof. As long as both Haurchefant and Aymeric were busy with their own assignments, he couldn't be of any help, whereby it made more sense to stick with his adventurer-comrades. After all, Nidhogg's current wrath was directed towards those who had slayed his mate.

Tataru, on the contrary, declared despite minimal dilatoriness to be more useful when she remained just as before as a contact-person in Ishgard. Her eager practices hadn't payed off; she still couldn't control her carbuncle, thus the Lalafell didn't want to become ballast for her friends.

When Annika finally initialized the teleport, 'Midge' couldn't help but smirk about Tataru's sulking to have not yet won their personal bet.

Once the group reached their destination, not only Urianger as the true last Scion awaited them. Next to Yugiri and of course Raubahn, his adoptive-son Pipin as well as Papashan were present. Actually, both Lalafell had been the ones who asked the Raen-Ninja for help.

Right before calling her, they were stumbled – together with the Syndicate's member Dewlala – over a true hint, that Nanamo might still be alive. Apparently, Lolorito ordered in regular periods from an academy specific supplements which were used to keep unconscious patients alive. Medicine such as the stuff Ishgard's doctors were deploying when Cecilia had been comatose.

Hearing that, 'Midge' shared the impulsive reaction of the troop's majority: Widened eyes and slightly opened lips. This was too suspicious as if it could be a mere coincidence.

While the Lalafell-team had stumbled upon mentioned clue, Yugiri discovered something as well.

Because the Sultana was most probably poisoned, the female Ninja had been searching for the possible assassin – Nanamo's servant Meriel – and found today in earliest morning the place where that Hyur-woman concealed herself. The quiet Silver Bazaar in Western Thanalan turned out to be her hideout; a place not of interest for Ul'dah's popular inhabitants plus neglectful-controlled by Lolorito's mercenaries. Yugiri wouldn't have minded to immediately approach Meriel, but Raubahn as the only other volunteer had just a single arm for possible combats left, whereby the situation could nevertheless become too risky if anything should go wrong. Thus, the support of the Warriors would be welcome.

Of course mentioned adventurers agreed instantly to help – Alphinaud and Estinien joined the troop, too – whereby Urianger used the chance to explain the strategy he had come up with. Tammy, Carlos and Annika should keep watch over Meriel's hideout from the rooftops, while Bertram and the Azure Dragoon would stay close to the small harbor in order to warn their comrades in case that any mercenaries showed up with a boat. Yugiri was supposed to guard the Bazaar's entry on land, while Alphinaud, Erik, Cecilia and 'Midge' had to accompany Raubahn for making sure that nothing could happen to him.

The plan was in everybody's opinion acceptable, albeit the disguised Methuselah couldn't help but have in secret a bad feeling about this undertaking.

Before they set off, however, the cloaked Elezen had one last thing to tell them. He assured the comrades, that Nanamo must be fine even while being probably poisoned. As a Dunesfolk-Lalafell, the Sultana possessed a strong immune-system due to consuming since childhood special teas, which made her tribe resistant to the toxins of snakes and scorpions. So in other words, as long as she was alive, her recovery was very likely.

This statement lifted indeed the mortals' spirits, so that they departed with resolute faces.

~C~
An ordinary building as one's home.

Simple clothes mirroring the way other inhabitants were dressed.

No swanky perfume or makeup like Ul'dah's female residents wore.

Midgardsormr wouldn't have believed, that this woman in front of them should be a royal attendant, if Raubahn himself hadn't been so sure of her identity. Since the father of dragon-kind wasn't paying attention to the servants around them – before the Crystal Braves used back then the opportunity to imprison Alphinaud – this Hyur here could be just as normal as everybody else at the Silver Bazaar. Yet, the way she anxiously avoided any eye-contact with Ala Mhigo's Bull was proof enough, that the one-armed man wasn't mistaken, so the 'Dragoon' didn't allow her to leave the house.

With a stern expression, Raubahn demanded to hear the truth from Meriel, but got startled just like the others when Yugiri suddenly called per linkpearl. Lolorito had appeared in the small settlement; Dewlala right behind him. Both of them walked directly to Meriel's shelter.

The gladiator growled in anger – expecting the female Lalafell to have betrayed them. Nevertheless, Raubahn didn't want to flee as long as no mercenaries would show up. He wished to learn, which kind of motivation the dangerous merchant had to seek for a meeting, hence the other mortals supported their friend's decision.

Lolorito came nonchalantly to the little house; being clearly amused instead of nervous when the other adventurers as well as Yugiri and Estinien appeared behind him. Dewlala, on the other hand, didn't seem to trust the Azure Knight who stood threatening close to her. In secret, 'Midge' couldn't help but snicker malicious about the fact, how helpless this member of the Syndicate actually was. In this one point, he had to acknowledge the charisma of the other one, since the bearded Dunesfolk saved face while simultaneously not doing so via taking his mask off.

Citrine-colored eyes sparkled in self-confidence when the Lalafell-Lord beheld the group.

The smile that had been rather suspicious before appeared suddenly gentle once the expression of his irises revealed not the slightest sign of antipathy. For a moment, Midgardsormr allowed himself to relax, but quickly regained his inner strain since Raubahn's mien told him, that the merchant couldn't be trusted so early. If the gladiator's eyes had been capable of talking, they might have cursed Lolorito for all pain existing in the world. However, even while the Highlander was clearly irate to see him, the Lalafell willingly informed the group of the whole story behind the scenes.

His city-state had avoided a catastrophe – just by a hair's breadth.

As it was already common knowledge for the Warriors of Light, Lolorito's rival Teledji Adeledji had been trying to take possession of the Omega-Weapon. But Nanamo's wish to resign from her status in favor of granting Ul'dah's people the rights of diplomacy ruined his plans. She stood in his way to gather cheap employees for unearthing the machine as well as to gain control over said object, hence Teledji concluded, that only the Sultana's death would suffice to get rid of the future problems she was about to cause for him.

While Lolorito summarized these things, Midgardsormr's mind spaced out.

Once the weapon's name had been mentioned, for a moment his head was a black hole. Afterwards, the dragon-father flinched as he felt a wave of anger and hatred creeping up from the dark depths of his subconsciousness; ready to consume his awareness entirely.

Of course he had known, that Omega was here... The machine's arrival on Hydaelyn hadn't occurred unnoticed by him. But... Implied object had been damaged – far more than the dragon himself was injured thanks to the long travel. With that, his survival-instinct had been locking every thought of the weapon in the deepest part of his mind – something it almost failed to do, when the Allagans caught back then the false recreation of his son Bahamut with the help of this still demolished thing. Yet, the Primogenitor tried to ignore his archenemy.

In favor of not betraying the pact with Her grace, he usurpingly forgot...

Fists clenched, Midgardsormr forced himself to continue listening to Lolorito.

As much as the Lalafell-Lord was able to track down the scheduled steps of his rival, Teledji had the perfect replacement for Nanamo up his sleeve – a descendant of the house Thorne, who was due to her young age the perfect puppet for his plans. Above all, nobody could have been able to refute her demand of the crown, since she was a legitimate successor of the old Sultan-dynasty. Therefore, the merchant just needed to get rid of the current Sultana; without being too suspicious while presenting in the same moment some perfect offenders. And as all of them knew, his choice had been the Warriors of Light plus the Scions, since they were also nuisances in his chess-game.

But fortunately, a short while before that day of the fateful festivity happened, Lolorito realized how much Teledji had gone out of control. So, he decided to turn the coup into his own and disempower his rival. However, the Lord didn't want to harm Nanamo. Naturally he wasn't willing to destabilize the government, in first place, yet held also no personal grudge against the Sultana. With that, Lolorito assigned Meriel to replace Teledji's poison with a strong sleep-inducing-drug.

Ilberd had been informed about the plan.

His provoking words towards Raubahn on that day were nothing else but a simple, yet efficient strategy meant to turn the gladiator's desperation about loosing Nanamo into a wrathful attack against Teledji. Although... Nobody, who was part of the complot, would even have dared to picture Raubahn killing the merchant in that outburst of rage.

Hearing the Lalafell's report, Raubahn was indignant and furthermore accused Lolorito of corrupting the Crystal Braves. The Lord grinned – showing no concern, since he was the one who had financed Alphinaud's team at the most. This information confused the group, so Lolorito explained it for them once his dark chuckle ebbed away. Of course he had erred on the side of caution and covered the hints, but in the end the majority of donations for the Crystal Braves were made by him. However... In order to gain Ilberd's loyalty, it had been necessary to promise support for the rebellion in Ala Mhigo once everything in Ul'dah would be done.

This pledge, though, never found fulfillment due to the way how everything developed after Raubahn's imprisonment. Lolorito became over the time disgusted by Ilberd's stubbornness which was close to insanity. Also, the Lalafell grew sick of the way how that man spoke ill of his former childhood-friend. Once madness made the Highlander even seek for Raubahn's death, Lolorito broke their agreement, but couldn't prevent Ilberd from trying to get rid of Ala Mhigo's Bull.

Lolorito's citrine-eyes shone in delight when he thanked the adventurers for rescuing Raubahn. Their reaction was more than frostily, so the Lord assured them of the next step of his own plan. Since all preparations had been done, he wished to return everything to status quo. Meaning: To get the Sultana back on the throne and restore Raubahn's good reputation.

The Dunesfolk sought seemingly truthful for a recommencement, yet Midgardsormr wasn't surprised when Raubahn immediately negated the offer. In the Hyur's eyes, Lolorito was a traitor whose actions would never find any forgiveness under the Twelve's doctrine of morale and justice. For the gladiator, there was no possibility to condone the Lalafell's crime.

Actually... This was an estimation... every dragon should be able to identity oneself with. At least the Primogenitor in his humane shell was not above feeling anger towards the cause for the disaster which struck back then in Ul'dah...

Dewlala, who had been silent until now, interfered all of a sudden.

She reminded Raubahn, that Teledji died through his hands instead of being convicted by a court. Loyalty towards the Sultana didn't whitewash all actions – and that included murder. This was a good reason to urge the man to accepting the deal, albeit 'Midge' didn't find relief in the moment when Raubahn gave unwillingly in.

Afterwards, the Syndicate-member hinted at something while her gaze was pinned to her colleague. The Lord – understanding Dewlala's silent suggestion – shrugged and rakishly pressed a small bottle into the Bull's hands. It was the remedy which would wake Nanamo finally up. Furthermore, he offered to escort the group to the Sultana in case they didn't believe him, so that no palace-guard would be intimidating.

The Warriors as well as Alphinaud, Estinien and Yugiri let Raubahn decide whether or not to trust the merchant. The gladiator nodded; begrudgingly noticing, that Lolorito had proven to be also loyal towards the throne. Raubahn's statement earned a smug grin, while these citrine-eyes revealed nevertheless their owner's happiness to be no longer treated like a villain.

Once they reached Ul'dah, Raubahn wished to go alone to Nanamo. A plea they all respected.

In the meantime, Lolorito and Dewlala encouraged the adventurers plus allies to wait together with them in the Syndicate's meeting-hall for Ala Mhigo's Bull. Because Cid had not yet called via linkpearl, it was an offer they all found acceptable, thus they accompanied both Lalafell. Surprisingly, two familiar faces welcomed them as they reached the chamber. Pipin and Papashan had been informed by one of Dewlala's servants about the complete background-knowledge, whereby they wanted to see firsthand the end-result of Teledji's misled complot.

The gladiator arrived his comrades soon; a wide smile replaced at the moment his seriousness. According to the doctors, the freshly awoken Sultana wouldn't endure any permanent detriments, and though she would probably continue to seek for the nation's democracy once she could leave her bed, he would stay be her side no matter what might happen next.

Midgardsormr was impressed by the man's unshakable loyalty.

Causing no sound, he scrutinized Raubahn in admiration; grasping why Cecilia and the others had befriended this Highlander in first place. But he also felt sympathy for Nanamo – and not only, because his maiden was fond of the Sultana, to be honest. Actually, 'Midge' held the Lalafell's readiness to self-sacrifice in veneration, since this was the first time he heard of a mortal leader who wanted to give every luxury up in favor of giving a whole nation liberty.

If just Ishgard's construction of lies wouldn't prevent similar good souls from giving their people a chance to control their lives freely... Glancing at a huffing Estinien, it was clear that the Elezen shared the Methuselah's train of thoughts.

Meanwhile, Lolorito refuted the Sultana's wish.

Surely Nanamo's dedication was admirable, but Ul'dah needed fair competition plus exertion just as its emblem proclaimed. Motivation as well as inspiration would run dry if the city changed its ways; ambition and dynamism doomed to vanish if no goal remained that one's dreams could center about. Also, with Garlemald preparing once again for warfare, it wasn't a good idea to try of all things now a different political course.

Alphinaud presumed aloud, that Lolorito must know something they didn't.

With a deadly serious mean, the Dunesfolk confirmed that theory; immediately willing to divulge his information to the group. His dependable spies had discovered, that the Garlean engineers constructed in the last time a new battleship for attacking Eorzea. One... with combat-strength akin to the prominent Agrius.

Midgardsormr was close to airing his stomach when the knowledge had settled down in his brain. Another reminder of his physical death was not easy to endure, when his mental stability was already endangered due to reflecting on Omega... At the most not, because the mortals here were talking about the same type of flagship which was the reason for his original body being rendered entirely useless.

'Midge' only marginally heard Pipin's question, how far the development had gone. And once Lolorito replied, that the maiden-flight had been successful, the disguised dragon lost for a moment to ability to hear due to his exaggerated heartbeat.

~C~

The streets were crowded.

Normally, all these men would have made him nervous, but the bad condition in which his vessel currently was had nothing to do with the excited nation... No unsettling, populated event could have the same intensity as the horror his own mind was causing for him...

Seeking shelter in a quiet alley, 'Midge' watched the jolly people on the street without blinking, while his back leaned against a wall. Part of him was resentful thanks to all relevant members of the group having forgotten, that Ul'dah celebrated today the so-called Little Lady's Day. Also known as Princess Festival, on this spring-day the whole city honored every year its young ladies and girls; treating them all like mistresses such as those women belonging to the royal family.

The event had just begun – and since Cid was still not calling once the meeting with the Syndicate had been over, the adventurers decided to stay a few hours before returning to Ishgard. While Yugiri preferred going back to Mor Dhona, Alphinaud and Estinien didn't have much of a choice, thus they stayed just as the disguised dragon-father with their comrades. However, while the former two enjoyed the cheerful atmosphere more or less, the antiquity wasn't able to do so.

Midgardsormr didn't feel well. Absolutely not well.

Remembering his physical death in this moment had a strong impact on him.

The way how the Agrius' explosion – strengthened by his energy-blast – burned back then every single fiber of his body was deeply rooted in his awareness. Just as the last memory of the crash into the lake; the storm of aether it caused to forcefully rip a huge seal made by Hydaelyn open was forever carved into his brain. Mentioned pictures in his head made the bare imagination almost unbearable, that now another ship existed which possessed such destructive power. Being reminded of Omega's presence on this planet completed the malaise which had befallen him.

His arms shivered when he reflexively entangled the vessel's upper part of the body. Jaws clenched, the dragon-father wondered, what might happen should any keen mortal reactivate the machine before its self-repair would be completed... That thing was even in damaged form very dangerous – and in his current shell, Midgardsormr wouldn't be able to face his archenemy on a battlefield.

He couldn't use aether in any offensive way; being able to teleport was the uppermost this corpus was capable of. Also, as far as 'Midge' knew the inhabitants of this world, there was no being with the power to stop Omega; at least not now. Hydaelyn's chosen children – especially the Warriors – might have the potential to become strong enough one day, yet, in the present these six persons weren't in any aspect greater threats for the alien-machine.

'Tsk, alien... What right do I have to use that term...' he thought grimly smiling and lifted his right hand to the neck; nails digging into his vessel's flesh with decent pressure. As if he was any better than Omega... While his children hatched on this planet, their father was in the end just a foreigner who even allowed a dangerous weapon to follow him to their sanctuary alias new home.

Actually, it was a miracle how openly the Mothercrystal welcomed the Primogenitor back then, though he had warned her about the likely catastrophe his presence on this star would bring to her. Hydaelyn's compassion didn't deserve the pain he as a failure-guardian had created...

Squinting his eyes, the Methuselah was close to failing to endure his vessel's heartbeat.

But obviously he wasn't allowed to fall apart, since suddenly a familiar voice boomed audible through the crowd; drowning many people out: "You could have told me, that you want a break! Seriously, don't repeat that one day in Ishgard – or else be prepared for getting A LOT of trouble!" Lids minimal raised, he watched when his maiden approached him; caring not at all for the humans she jostled against. It wasn't typical for her to act so reckless... He folded his arms – probably kind of self-protection-instinct his mortal cage possessed – and stoically replied: "I do not repeat it... There is no information I could find in this city which might be of use for me. And I doubt, that you could carry me in a shape like this back to wherever you want me to be."

Unwillingly, the disguised antiquity trembled when both crystal and jewel studied his neck.

He had left scratches there, correct? There must be something visible... At least 'midge' was certain of that once her eyes gave him an accusing look. But Cecilia didn't go any further on this topic. Instead, she gripped his hands. Pulling against him. "Come with me. There's a little something which I bought for you. And I'd like to see if it suits you." she said forthright; voice low and calm. Irritating the dragon. But he followed her order nonetheless.

She led him to a guestroom in Ul'dah's tavern; something that didn't surprise 'Midge' who was meanwhile accustomed to general quirks of adventurers. However, there was in fact an unusualness that DID astonish him once he saw it.

With widened eyes he stepped to the bed and allowed his curious fingers to wander over the piece of clothing which lay here. The design was clearly of eastern origin, but it was too short for a Kimono and did also not resemble an ordinary Yukata with its smooth fabric.

"What is this?" ,he softly asked, "My knowledge considering mortal clothes has a limit; particularly when it's for the areas of Othard and Hingashi... I have never seen such a beautiful top before..." Obviously triggered by his naive wonderment, the young woman smiled noticeable: "It's a Suikan. They are exclusively sold for this Little Lady's Day. I was sure you would like it, so I got not only for myself one. By the way... I have dyed yours; that's why it is dark-green. Since you seem to like the color, I thought this gesture would be appropriate. … You can of course order another hue in case my choice was bad. I won't dictate you what to like and what not."

Mesmerized, the antiquity lifted the item into the air. "Do not worry... It is perfect..." he mumbled; distracted by the way how the fabric shimmered discreetly in the warming sunlight. "Okay then... Will you wear the Suikan today for me?" The way Cecilia's question sounded embarrassed him. Gaping at the archmage, the expression of her mien intensified his shyness, yet the dragon honestly wanted to return the favor. Therefore, he nodded wordless.

"Good! Then, let me give you an appropriate pair of clogs alias Geta, as well as matching trousers." Her unbridled enthusiasm was a little bit exhausting in his current condition. However, Midgardsormr pulled himself together in order to not disconcert her. She didn't need to know, which dark thoughts floated through his head... Draconic history would only ruin her pure happiness. So, with an unequivocally blush occupying his cheeks, the dragon put Cecilia's gifts on.

She wasn't very polite while he switched clothes – her gaze was nonstop glued to his shape.

But as the smooth fabric glided over his skin, he couldn't be mad at her. Also, there was something which additionally brightened his mood... "You have made the trousers..." the Methuselah noticed satisfied; recognizing a familiar scent solely coming from mentioned piece of clothing. "Yepp, because the merchants sell only tops and shoes, I figured you would need these to cover your legs. Not, that they would look awful... It's quite the opposite, actually. You have really a pretty vessel." his maiden declared; letting 'Midge's' head turn cherry-red thanks to her praise.

Though... the embarrassment became unbearable when she suddenly began to undress.

"I-I suppose y-you want to wear your S-Suikan, t-too?" the dragon-father asked stuttering and looked nervously away. "That's the plan, aye." ,his maiden responded – suddenly sounding earnest, "I want to spend one last moment in peace with you before we all travel to the Aery; to Nidhogg. Who knows how the confrontation will come to an end..."

Impulsively staring at the Au Ra, the Primogenitor was surprised by her speed to change so quickly. For a second, he got sidetracked by the alluring view... Black was definitely a color meant to be worn by Cecilia; at least when it was accompanied by red and white accents. The rosy cherry-blossoms in her hair matched the pictures as well; just like the pink rose on her left wrist.

To regard, what his son might do to this beauty, made Midgardsormr's stomach rebel.

To know, that the girl was afraid of the dark wyrm, awakened his protective instincts.

Making two big steps, 'Midge' tenderly gripped her hands once he stood right before the maiden. She gazed confused at him, but her eyes got a lovely expression when he slowly pulled her palms to his chest. He let her feel his heartbeat – a silent confirmation, that nervousness ultimately succumbed to inner peace once they were together like this.

All remaining panic was suppressed for her sake when he mumbled: "You promised me something. And I believe in you... If you start thinking negative now, that would not match the courage which you have shown me before." The plea to run away – to save her life was held down with all might; he didn't want to put that burden onto her shoulders, too. She had to decide without manipulations, which purpose and path this young existence of hers should have in the very end...

Her resolute smile was worth the effort to keep himself in iron control.

"I'll keep this promise I gave you. I won't let you alone, Midgard."

~C~

He wasn't completely soothed by Cecilia's words, but still found comfort in her vow.

When the two of them rejoined their comrades at the major-street, for a moment Midgardsormr was above all able to overcome – at least temporarily – the panic which Lolorito's report had caused. Plus... With these familiar faces around him, the crowd didn't frighten his instincts anymore. Somehow, he had truthfully grown accustomed to the role of... being simply one of the adventurers. Being a friend of the young scholar, the cynical Dragoon and the Lalafell-fellow-sufferer who had remained in Ishgard. A companion of the good knight as well as a buddy of that cheeky Astrologian who looked so much like his maiden.

They were... part of his family. All of them. In the Holy City, he had begun to feel this way when their well-being concerned him more and more, but in the last days, the sentiment grew into an unchangeable certainty. Even Erik's rough jokes didn't annoy him anymore, since they started to please his own awful humor.

Spending quality-time like a normal man with the Warriors of Light, Alphinaud and Estinien was... a valuable experience. One that eased his anxieties to the point where they vanished in his subconsciousness. Who would have guessed this... Eating snacks together, drinking exotic shakes, chatting about unimportant negligibilities and listening to pleasant music could even allow someone like this ancient, old-fashioned furuncle to enjoy a simple moment as if it was eternity...

Come to think of music...

He hadn't been aware of Cecilia's talent as a songstress.

She might label it as just a mere hobby an amateur like her possessed, but even without this idea of professional knowledge, the Raen's sense for rhythm and tunes was astonishing. Her performance – solely meant for fun – with three young women, who wanted to become the successors of Ul'dah's popular Nightingale, reached a level where 'Midge' was perplexed by the maiden's preferences. How could she enjoy gathering and crafting more than this... god-given ability? After all...

She could easily be a fourth member of this little idol-group. Her voice sounded... as if each tune had been made to strengthen the ones of the other three girls. Plus, the so-called Songbirds wore Suikans just as her; Cecilia matched them thanks to that even in visual aspects.

As he beheld their unforced gig, a part of him- his foolish credulity, actually...

The last tiny bit of his innocence yearned for an everlasting time-stop. 'Midge' wanted to stay here, in this instant. Wanted to never leave it for the rest of his vessel's existence. For mortals, it might be a trivial event which would repeat every year with different details, but the dragon cherished this single day more than any other before he had spent in this humane shell. Of course the Methuselah didn't want to see, how Nidhogg would destroy the adventurers... Yet, the little bit of peace he had found in this altered life was so valuable, that Midgardsormr wanted to protect it.

This sentiment was stronger than his fear of the confrontation.

Listening to Cecilia's melodic voice plus the skilled chant of the Songbirds demonstrated above all, that he was not any different than the humans. They, too, were bewitched by the performance of these four songstresses. Some of the bystanders even cheered vociferous to express their happiness. It seemed, that the brightness of blissful maidens was infectious; so much, that some people uttered the wish to let this day never end. When a little Miqo'te-girl next to him voiced this irrational thought as well, Midgardsormr felt how much he had truthfully adapted to the mortal way of experiencing time. A realization which didn't unsettle him; not at all.

Once the gig was done, he helped her with outreached hands to hopp down from the bandstand.

Surely the archmage didn't need support, but the sweet way Cecilia answered his smile told him, that his girl appreciated the gesture. However, a sudden, mischievous smirk of hers alarmed 'Midge'. He tried to react immediately when she put her arms around his neck, but the maiden was too fast for him to keep up.

Blushing, the disguised dragon was easily defeated by her embrace – practically doomed to death, so to speak, because she even dared to cling to him with her whole shape. Dared to put both legs around his hips... Holding him tightly; way too tightly. Intimate...

The following chuckle of the other Warriors reached just insignificantly his ears. That was thanks to the blood in his veins, which pounded way too loud as if he could listen to anything else properly... But nevertheless, 'Midge' could see their rejoice in this awkward moment. Shyly stabilizing the hug, he wondered how her friends would react if they learned of the relationship here being nothing else than a falsehood... Even the reaction of Cecilia's personal brother made him curious. Although Erik pretended to be nescient, in the end he had been the one to establish the lie of his sister and 'Midge' being together. So... Would it... somehow made him sad to watch this fake-couple breaking up?

The dragon's eyes happened to gaze at Alphinaud.

Mentioned young Elezen beheld Cecilia and him with red cheeks. Well... The teenager's virginity was partly refreshing; partly annoying, since he was still one of her favorites... Had this elf only been a bit older and perhaps no scholar, there was a possibility that she might have asked him to be her boyfriend... Maybe the boy knew this; somewhere in the back of his head.

Anyways, if Alphinaud could just gain several pieces of Estinien's relaxation or rather stoicism... Having to worry about a naive boy instead of his own, daunting impulses frustrated Midgardsormr. He shouldn't need to care for a child's problem with adult behavior... Not in this situation...

While his maiden cuddled so confiding with him, he wondered, if she was willingly ignoring what their physical contact did to him... Since his mind was partly busy with reflecting on their comrades, it might not be visible for others due to missing breathing-difficulties, but... He couldn't sugarcoat it – like Cecilia would describe something veridical.

His vessel WAS agitated. WAS aroused.

She acted like a siren on 'Midge' – her singing before had played a huge part in this. And as Cecilia was so close to him, there was no way that she couldn't feel his sentiment... No way, that the girl couldn't feel the raising temperature of that humane shell... His subtle pounding...

Did she tease him? Penalize him? Was it meaningless to her, that her bare warmth and scent drove this ancient dragon crazy to the point where he started to lose control? Or was this her actual plan; wanted this maiden to erase his morales in favor of seeing the dreadful creature beneath the facade? Feeling her hands caressing the vessel's neck, succumbing to the temptation seemed self-evident...

The abrupt jingling of a linkpearl distracted him.

Looking together with the relaxed maiden at Erik, mentioned Hyur reacted immediately to the call. Once Cid's name fell, however, the Raen raised her head which had been resting before on 'Midge's' right shoulder. She didn't need more hints in order to be aware of the same certainty which Midgardsormr had to accept now... Her embrace lost gradually its tightness until she unwillingly began to back away from him. The disguised dragon told himself twice, that it was better this way, yet his arms had their own mind. They kept Cecilia close despite her feet having already returned to the ground; squeezing the maiden for a moment in protective manner.

Albeit he needed solace as well, deep down the antiquity sensed... how much this girl – who wished magnanimous for peace between humans and dragons – started to break under the future's emerging plus incontrovertible pressure. Her body's shivering ironically frightened the old dragon more than the promise his son had given to him...

As long as Midgardsormr knew her, after all, Cecilia had never been so consumed by sheer fear such as she emitted in this very moment...

Though she bravely smiled once he let go of her – having magically switched back to her usual Astrologian-attire with the snowy-owl-robe – the sensation of her anxiety didn't leave him alone. Like a thorn stinging into his most sensitive emotional state...

~C~
Making detailed reports on the events in the Churning Mists was tiresome.

Aymeric's cyan-eyes beheld them with bitter skepticism, although he had been roughly informed by Haurchefant about the current situation. The Lord Commander appeared despite his smooth, slightly feminine face like a man made of stone while he listened to their words. As much as Midgardsormr was able to tell, the elf sitting in an uncomfortably big chair was quite angry with the adventurers for avoiding a meeting until now. After all, they probably might have continued the delay in case that the Fortemps-son hadn't called them in time – just when they returned to Ishgard...

So, while Cid used these extra minutes for correcting some tiny errors, the Warriors of Light as well as Alphinaud and Estinien gave their best to milden the Lord Commander's frustration. Once every single occurrence – including the Moogle-tribe's retarding shenanigans – was passed to him, Aymeric let his anger turn into negligible displeasure.

"When Haurchefant gave me prior to this a recap of your mission, I didn't know if I should be glad or disappointed by your choice to not disturb the meetings I was attending to... Allowing Ysayle alias Lady Iceheart to enter Ishgard was a risky undertaking; for her as well as for you. I understand, that you wanted to stop the heretics in the name of peace, but... If the wrong persons had been present, you all would be by now prisoners. I may trust your assessment of Ysayle's intentions – Estinien and Erik at the most, yet I cannot speak for every inhabitant of our Holy City."

The Azure Knight shook his head: "Tsk, as if any ordinary soldiers and knights could capture me. This boy here might be an easy victim, but with the Warriors by his side, it won't happen." Alphinaud tried to protest, but Estinien wasn't done with talking. "Furthermore, the only thing which matters is Iceheart's willingness to stop our internal disputes. We shouldn't fight each other – humans shouldn't fight one another; that's her opinion now. She's more of a pacifist than a heretic. With the knowledge Hraesvelgr gave to us, I doubt we will have to fear any longer attacks of those who follow her, because she won't allow that."

Humming lost in thoughts, Aymeric leaned backwards and closed the lids for a short moment.

"I still wish the Great Wyrm would have approved your request... His denial is understandable, though. Imagining, what our ancestors perhaps did to the dragon-race, is reason enough to pause even if one can't believe this story. I'm not saying, that I blindly accept this as an unassailable truth, but... There was always a part of me which couldn't grasp why these beings bore so much wrath against us, when the curia preaches of a causeless escalation."

"Stealing some territory was never a plausible reason – that's what you want to say." ,Erik noticed – causing the Lord Commander to open his eyes, "Nidhogg's actions make so much more sense once we regard Hraesvelgr's explanations. Even Mister Lance here realized that." "A mannerless axeman dares to give me a silly nickname?" the Azure Knight hissed and tapped against Erik's weapon. Rolling the eyes, Carlos commented: "Someone with a funny stick meant for the simple infantry shouldn't open his mouth like that. Or rather, you should better shut yours entirely and quickly return to spear-fishing."

As the two cousins began to argue now, Aymeric watched them for a moment in clear surprise. Then, a discreet chuckle left his throat. Trying to let no further sign of delight out, the Elezen stated: "If I may use the keyword Erik mentioned... Indeed, Nidhogg's motivation appears more plausible thanks to his brother's clarification. And I DO agree with Estinien's part of your report, that Tioman's death makes the dark wyrm cautious enough to not attack Ishgard in the near future. However... I DON'T like your plan to enter the Aery with only a handful of fighters. No matter how strong my admiration for Cid Garlond's work might be, I am still not able to endanger the lives of ANY comrades like this."

From the corners of his eyes, Midgardsormr noticed a painful expression slipping over Erik's mien. The face of a man who had seen an unspeakable catastrophe... Several seconds later, the Hyur's lids twitched uncontrolled, before he obviously smothered whatever kind of sentiment had tried to overwhelm him. For 'Midge', it was clear, that something terrible must have happened in the future of the Midlander's world. Something related to the leader of the temple-knights...

Meanwhile, Estinien allowed his normally hidden enthusiasm a rare stroll: "Have a bit faith in us, Aymeric. With the Eye as well as the Warriors of Light – who are also famous for being god-slayers – it should be possible to defeat a Great Wyrm. You won't find a group more qualified than us."

The Lord gazed at him with serious eyes; studying the confident grin under that helmet in almost irate manner. But then, the chivalric elf stood up without warning – his mood bursting with immense determination. "I will follow your example." ,he declared undaunted, "When strangers are willing to sacrifice themselves for Ishgard, then I as somebody who has sworn to protect Ishgard will not stay behind them. My rank has now no meaning to me. It is my duty to give everything for equally my comrades and homeland."

His old friend was clearly not convinced of that idea. Arms folded, the Azure Knight pointed out: "Fighting against 'pangolins' is the duty of us Dragoons. Killing them is my essential job, while you, on the other hand, can't be replaced when it's for guiding the nation. In worst case, even Midge as a beginner could defeat our foes in lieu of me, but none of us has the potential to lead Ishgard in a similar manner like you do. Stay where your own war rages, Aymeric."

Midgardsormr felt like a fist would have hit his stomach when Estinien pronounced so nonchalantly that unconditionally trust into the 'Hyur's' abilities. There didn't exist any reasonable proof, that this 'adventurer' here deserved so much confidence... The battle against Tioman didn't truthfully count... Yet, the Dragoon thought highly of him – just as he seemingly did in consideration of the Warriors. Treating that view now as some kind of flattery – for having adapted so much to living as a mortal – went against Midgardsormr's pride, however.

Without Erik's support, nobody would have trusted that stranger who randomly had saved Cecilia, thus the antiquity saw no right in justifying any egocentric thoughts.

According to the Lord's mien, he had also been dumbfounded by Estinien's words. But of course Aymeric was rather crestfallen due to his friend's efforts to keep him in the Holy City instead of caring for any possible dragon-slayer-successors. As a result to this, the Elezen reluctantly stated: "If you really insist on it, Estinien... Fine, I'll stay here. Supporting you on the battlefield would be more to my liking, but I guess you would rather behead me instead of allowing that..."

"He wouldn't be the only one. Actually, before he would have grabbed his Gae Bolg, my Bravura would cut you into pieces." the Warrior's leader said muted; grudgingly giving Aymeric a gaze full of worry and agony. While the Lord Commander stared speechless at him, Tammy and Bertram patted Erik's shoulder with compassionate expressions. And when Cecilia took her personal brother's right hand in order to squeeze it tightly, 'Midge' realized this flowery threat was actually some kind of love-declaration.

Alphinaud didn't grasp this discreet detail.

He innocently opened his lips in order to cheer Aymeric up, but the cynic picked in this moment immediately another target; namely him. "This instruction counts for you as well, schoolboy." ,Estinien began the teenager's discouragement, "With the Arcanist's legerdemain, it might be possible to defeat several enemies, but Nidhogg is in the end a foe far over the capabilities which you currently possess. If you're not smart enough to understand this, I fear I must lock you in at Count Fortemps' library and throw the key away."

"I don't like it, but you're right." the scholar agreed; surprising everybody else including 'Midge'. Irritated by their gazes, Alphinaud added: "W-Why are you all suddenly staring at me? I'm aware of my strengths – and of my weaknesses, meanwhile. I have learned my lesson. At least good enough in order to know, that I'm more of a help for Tataru in the guesthouse. Or perhaps for Haurchefant or maybe for Augustine. You rather need me to keep an eye on Ishgard instead of being a boulder on your shoulders in Nidhogg's lair."

The Warriors gaped guilty at their friend.

Albeit 'Midge' shared this sentiment of partly betraying the teenager, he knew it was a wise choice. They couldn't look out for a boy – the Aery was far more dangerous than Sohm Al could ever be. Everybody must pay attention to oneself, in first place. Furthermore, Ysayle was this time not around in order to team up with the teenager, thus he'd be only an easy target. For Alphinaud's sake, there existed only this solution.

Estinien's sharp tongue distracted the adventurers from their gloom: "With all volunteers being now successfully downhearted, we should look how far Cid's corrections of the tiny airships have come. And you better keep up with me, because I won't wait for any slowpokes."

Displeased by his grand-cousin's words, Carlos stepped to the door. "We'll see about that. As much as I know, Cid doesn't entrust you with his machines since you tend to treat them disrespectful. Without us, you won't get anywhere." the Blackmage noticed down-to-earth.

Harrumphing, Estinien left after him the chamber.

"Follow them. I'll stay here and see if I can support the temple-knights somehow." Alphinaud said when the three women looked worried at him; being backed up by Aymeric's enthusiastic smile. Afterwards, Cecilia pulled a sad mien, while Annika and Tammy shrugged resigned. They weren't happy despite knowing what was best for the scholar... "Come, girls. Our two Elezen shouldn't spend too much quality-time with each other." Bertram stated and gently pushed them to the exit. Snickering, Erik walked right behind them: "Yeah, that's too explosive. If they begin an argument, Ishgard would be raised to the ground."

'Midge' sighed and was about to leave the room as well, when suddenly Alphinaud gripped his arm with unusual powerful hands. "I have a request..." ,the boy said with serious sapphire-eyes that stared courageous into the 'Hyur's' irises, "Take care of Cecilia. And I don't mean in case of fighting. Midge, please protect her heart. She's... feeling way too responsible for Estinien's actions. Of course I don't know why exactly she wants to shoulder his duties... All I am aware of... is her opinion about the Eye manipulating him once they start discussing. But when she stays nevertheless close to him... Albeit their friendship is in her eyes a risk... … I beg you, Midge. Stay with her no matter what. When you're with her, Cecilia can take on the whole world."

Midgardsormr didn't share the teenager's optimism.

He might nod in order to calm Alphinaud, but in truth the disguised dragon doubted his presence gave the maiden any emotional strength. Actually, it was just the other way around. SHE gave HIM the endurance he needed for this journey full of obstacles.

~C~

Outside, he caught soon up with the others.

But in the very moment they were in audible reach, Estinien said something surprising: "One day, Alphinaud could become a leader. A good leader, if he continues to gather as much experience as it's possible for him. Thus, we must prevent him from willingly throwing his life away. And the only expedient path for doing so is discouraging him."

While 'Midge' stomached this unusual sign of compassion, Tammy shook her head; visibly sulking. "But your method is awful! He's in some aspects still a child and you treat him so extremely harsh!" "If holding hands is to your liking, 'Mom', then why don't you get finally some own children instead of looking out for foreign kids?" ,the Azure Knight countered, "At least you have no excuse when it's for the reputation of future-Dad. He's already perfect material for that job."

While the Miqo'te-Bard turned red like a beet and hissed in best possible cat-manner, Bertram lowered his blushing head plus scratched the nape of his neck. "Hm, maybe not entirely perfect... Acting too shy won't help you anywhere." the Dragoon commented; right before Cecilia slapped him across the face. This didn't seem to bother Estinien – in lieu of him, everybody else stared disbelieving at the Raen, until Erik began to laugh with clear amusement.

"Must burn when your skin darkens visibly! Hehe... That's what you get for trying to distract others with your rough behavior." the Marauder recognized chuckling. Half-hearted rubbing the spot where the girl had hit him, the elf calmly beheld her angry expression. She was also eyeballing him, yet the stinging gaze both crystal and jewel gave her friend became worse as Estinien didn't show any kind of remorse or wrath.

"As if he was doing that just for us." the Au Ra finally said and walked abruptly ahead.

Tammy and Annika hurried to keep their friend's pace – 'Midge' stayed with her personal brother despite the promise he had given Alphinaud. There was something on his mind he needed to know... "How much is Cecilia actually able to figure out another person without reading their thoughts?" the dragon quietly asked. Midgardsormr hadn't considered to be heard by anybody else, whereby he twitched when not Erik but Estinien replied: "Too much. Fooling her is almost impossible. So... Yeah, she's right. I try to distract myself, too. That's why I had accompanied you guys to Ul'dah. … I know how much is on the line."

Scrutinizing the face underneath the dark helmet, the antiquity asked: "If thou only want to keep thyself in control... Why art thou not openly admitting, that thou hast similar fears like thy allies?" "Because he can't." ,Carlos nonchalantly responded, "Estinien's weakness is pride. Apart from those who he wants to protect. If he was soft enough to hurt his own dignity, it would be an ridiculously easy spot to hit for Nidhogg. Thanks to that problem, he can only act like a scumbag."

"Nobody made YOU my therapist." the Azure Knight scolded. His cousin shrugged before replying: "You could pay me one-million Gil and I'd still commit suicide instead of tending to your ill head. Also, as long as you refuse being honest with Ceci, I'm not going to clean any of your messes."

Confused, Midgardsormr gaped at both Elezen who stared furious at each other, but couldn't find any explanation for their behavior. When Bertram tried to soothe the squabblers, Erik told 'Midge' via telepathy: 'Carlos isn't a friend of secrets. And although he's also no fan of his grand-cousin, there's still this kind of responsibility which makes them a family. Because of that, our Blackmage attempts to urge Estinien to do the right thing. Which is... admittedly a little bit troublesome since the Dragoon's stubbornness knows no end.'

'What is this secret Carlos does not like? And why is it related to her? Thou art aware of the details, art thou not?' the ancient being questioned skeptical. 'I am, most likely.' ,the Midlander admitted, 'However, it might be annoying for you if I was the one to spill the beans.'

Exhaling, 'Midge' murmured: 'How indecorous... I care for mortal shenanigans when nothing else could be more unimportant... Nidhogg's revenge is threatening all of thee – as well as peace between our races – and I focus only on thy socializing...' With a wide grin, Erik put his arm around Midgardsormr's shoulders. 'Yes, and I am unchallengeable proud of my old geezer, who proofed to be so formidable in acting humane.'

Mildly pushing him away, the disguised dragon grumbled: 'This other version of myself might have fallen for thy... let's call it 'charms'. But I for one would prefer to be not praised by thee for mirroring thy mortal facets.' Smirking, Erik patted the vessel's head. 'I know, I know. Only my sister is allowed to do that, right?' Blushing, Midgardsormr couldn't help but pout: 'If thou speaketh again of that devotion-speech thou hast given me once, I will devour thee instead of my next meal.' 'Midge' was astonished when an innocent smile glided over Erik's face. 'Hey, gramps... I am glad you're also existing in this world. You have no idea how much I missed you in general.'

'Thou art unusual sentimental today... Towards everybody.' the Methuselah complained while they reached the Machinist-Guild. A sad smile flitted over Erik's mien right before Cid welcomed them. 'We're getting close to the day when Aymeric must be protected at all costs. There's much more than only the threat his heritage means. Thordan and his Heaven's Ward are not our greatest enemy when it comes to our Lord Commander.' the Marauder somberly explained while their engineer-friend showed them four completed Manacutters.

"Each exemplar can carry two passengers, maximum." ,the wolfish man declared, "To act efficient, I'd suggest you decide now who shares with whom a runabout, so that you guys can teleport directly to the Churning Mist's Aetheryte. You can pick the seating-arrangements howsoever you like, though. The machines could easily hold two Roegadyn at the same time."

Nervously, Bertram stared at each little airship before he stated: "I have learned to be careful in consideration of weighting stuff... Annika, would you please join me? These small vehicles make my stomach stir... I need some assurance, that the entire strain for the machine won't be too much." Giggling like a child, the Lalafell stepped to Bertram's left leg and hugged it. "Don't worry, I would have anyways suggested to share a machine. I know you're always feeling uncomfortable in airships that are tinier than the Enterprise." she told him happily.

While the Roegadyn-Paladin exhaled relieved, the Whitemage gave Carlos a derisive smile.

Mentioned Blackmage shrugged as a response, yet seemed offended by her forthright decision.

Thereupon, Tammy grumbled playful: "My knight in shining armor is unfaithful, huh... Okay then, let's make the exchange complete!" She grabbed Carlos' right arm; cat-tail curling in amusement about the odd situation. While the Elezen was a bit startled by the Miqo'te's exuberance, his cousin did also something unusual. Reaching politely out for Cecilia, Estinien asked: "Would you condescend to fly with me, Mademoiselle Shirone?"

Her worried eyes wandered to 'Midge', who also didn't know how to handle this request.

When her gaze returned to the Azure Knight, her comrade added: "I refuse to share a machine with your mannerless kind-of-brother. So if you do not want to accept my invitation, I will have to steal your Loverboy. Would that be more to your liking?" Disappointment lay soon on these thin lips as the maiden didn't answer. But when Estinien was about to pull his outreached hand back, the Raen grabbed it. A discontented grin spread over her face before she stated: "You could simply tell me, that you feel calmer to fly together to the Aery. It's not like this sentiment would be one-sided."

Midgardsormr didn't know, why he felt that way, but seeing her hand in hand with the Elezen made him rootedly sad. There was always this kind of melancholy around them, of course... Yet, this here was worse. Watching, how the Dragoon carefully squeezed her fingers, hurt the antiquity deeply. The sheer emotional pain their choked friendship emitted was even strong enough to manipulate some timeworn thing like him...

While the Au Ra allowed Estinien to lead her to the airship, Erik quietly comforted the dragon: 'Yeah, they're hard to look at... But try to focus on this... No other human could keep Cecilia as save as he is capable of. At least when it's for facing beasts. You can trust our cynic's determination, blindly.' Taking undecided a seat behind the Hyur, the Methuselah questioned: 'Why would thou willingly give thy personal sister into the Azure Knight's hands? Thou art normally very picky...' 'You will hate the answer, Midgard.' ,the Warrior chuckled devilish, 'Estinien is just as dependable as your race. Even more – he possesses loyalty similar to your own devotion.'

Huffing, Midgardsormr closed the lids. Why must this annoying mortal admire him... Or rather, why did it feel right when Erik gave him this impolite sympathy... Existing in a humane cage was truthfully ruining the old dragon's worldview to the point where he couldn't tell anymore, for what exactly he tried to cling to draconic manners...

~C~
He coughed several times.

Arms placed on cold metal, it wasn't easy to regain an easeful breath.

While his head was still spinning, he heard Erik asking: "Everybody okay? No bones broken?" "Probably not. But sheesh, that was a ride..." the Miqo'te-Bard noticed and audibly hopped out of her vehicle. "I will never ever fly again with an airship..." ,Bertram morosely wailed, "If Cid can't put some gear onto my Chocobo the next time we need to break through a wind-barrier, then I must forsake you or you have to carry my lifeless body around."

Gazing at him with admittedly blurry vision, 'Midge' watched when Annika patted the Roegadyn. With the sweetest tune possible, she said: "Nah, nah, don't say that. The machine did after all its job, right? We're here – and all alive." "Still the crash-landing was unnecessary. If these wyverns should dare to attack us again, I won't hold back." the Azure Knight commented and helped Cecilia out of the runabout despite her clear struggle against the support.

His hands remained on her hips though she stood already safely on the ground – perhaps, because he was distracted by studying the area. Once she kicked his armored right leg in impatience, Estinien let finally go of the maiden; yet he wanted to know: "Cec, is this your new habit now...? Injuring me whenever you please?" "Since complaining never works, YES." the Raen replied.

Before the Dragoon could react, her brother sternly interfered: "Do with him whatever you want, but do it later. The pseudo-weather in this 'great' lair becomes worse – and I don't want to be struck by lightning." Then, Erik supported Midgardsormr as he was about to climb over the airships. 'Midge' reluctantly thanked him – causing a nerving smirk to appear on the Marauder's face – and approached Cecilia who immediately took the vessel's arm.

The disguised dragon was bewildered by her action, but began to understand her reason when she bared his skin. That burning underneath his clothing had already confused him since the moment when one of his grandchildren came way too close to the airships... "You're bleeding." she stated unusual monotonic and healed the wound with swift Astrology-treatment. Beholding the 'couple', Carlos noticed humorless: "Looks like Bertram didn't have the worst luck so far. That's a scruffy cut you have gained on your arm, Midge. But I agree with our leader; we should start moving ASAP. And not only for the funny atmospheric condition we got here."

Following the direction of the Blackmage's gaze, the antiquity spotted a weredragon coming closer. It was one of these monstrosities without wings and a rather formless, jagged shape thanks to inadequate proportions. One of those beings who had gone mad in their last mortal days before drinking Nidhogg's blood. Scholars would most likely dismiss his observation as an ordinary theory, but Midgardsormr was sure that no human with an intact mind had ever become in this millennium such an unhandsome creature.

Erik and Estinien got quickly rid of the unpleasant passer-by.

The adventurers weren't glad when the Azure Knight went even so far to kill the creature once it was unconscious, yet they couldn't do anything against his waterproof logic: "This was one of us until he or she decided to betray not only Ishgard but humanity. And somebody who chooses to participate in a war against his or her own people is willing to be killed by their hands. Be pacifists towards pure dragons, if you want to, but don't argue with me about these fake-exemplars."

Afterwards, the group set off.

Searching for their true opponent, they got several times attacked by different members of Nidhogg's Horde. In the Aery's exterior, there patrolled mostly wyverns, aevis and amphipteres – for the father of dragon-kind no surprises. But once they happened to travel through the hatchery, things changed drastically.

Twitching, Midgardsormr was faced with the hideous, agonizing truth, that even children and newborn dragonets were tools in this combat. His heart might already ache by the knowledge, WHAT this part of his succession had become, but seeing now his smallest grandchildren carrying the will-to-fight-until-death made his heart bleed. The Primogenitor was grateful for the mercy his humane allies had with the drakes, but nevertheless his chest tightened whenever an innocent being fell insensible to the ground.

'Midge's' teeth dug deeply into the tongue when his weapon was the cause for a young descendant to lose consciousness. The child landed on rough stone – bones broke thanks to the impact. Midgardsormr wanted to scream until his throat would be hoarse, yet all emotions were held down with all might. His relative should soon recover thanks to draconic regeneration; there wouldn't be any aftereffects to endure for the little one. However... No excuse justified any damage created by his cursed lance. The mortals' safety had not more meaning to him than his grandchild's well-being. And if he would actually be able to make a choice, than he'd rather allow his descendants to burn his vessel alive instead of harming any of them.

But the picture etched in his memory... The moment when Tioman injured his girl...

Midgardsormr fought side by side with these humans because he didn't want to see ever again, that one made of his own flesh and blood threatened Cecilia's life. Whenever a dragon came now close to her, his protective instincts took him immediately over and defended the precious mortal. Naturally, the Methuselah was ashamed of himself for being indescribable weak – he despised the bare fact to side with men when his legitimate family needed him. Still, shielding the maiden meant to support her kind AND peace, thus sacrificing his draconic morales was a small price to pay.

He would always cut into his very own psyche – harm willingly his own body in the process as well – if it just sufficed to protect the lives dear to him in the long term.

Once a patrol of wyverns plus weredragons couldn't kill the mortal intruders, unusual quietness accompanied the adventurers when they left the beaten enemies. 'Midge' had hoped for a miracle, but the dreadful atmosphere seemed to tighten with every step he made.

It was no hazard, that the Horde had stopped to attack them...

When the group began to climb up several timeworn stairs, he knew for sure why his descendants stayed away... Estinien seemed to be aware of their reason, too, though his purposefulness overshadowed possible fear. If only Erik could be resolute... Unwillingly, Midgardsormr became nervous to behold signs of anxiety in the gruff man's face. What was supposed to happen now? Which path had the following confrontation in Erik's world taken...?

Reaching the last stair-tread, the Primogenitor gazed with sad, guilty eyes at his son.

Nidhogg awaited them in the middle of a former courtyard.

The eyeball he still possessed – the borrowed yellow eye in his left socket – seemed entirely misplaced since Hraesvelgr could never glare like this. Remembering, that everything the wyrm saw would also be visible for his depressive brother, made 'Midge' wonder if there was even a way to convince the white dragon of the adventurers' uprightness... The sensitive one would only be encouraged to continue avoiding humankind if he had to witness another battle which harmed any of his siblings...

Wrathful words of his attendant child let the Primogenitor refocus on the present: "Tainted mortals! I will burn thy flesh and turn thy bones to dust!" Afterwards, Nidhogg spread his wings and rose with a powerful motion into the air; ready to dart for both healers. But Estinien was faster than him – using the Eye against its true possessor, he forced the Great Wyrm back to the ground.

An ugly smirk lay on the Elezen's lips when his foe roared in pain to crash onto brick-paving, though that was probably only minor gratification for the hatred lingering in the mortal's heart.

Maugre quaky legs, Nidhogg stood up and snarled: "Thou want to shackle me with my own power? I did not forget thee, Azure Dragoon! Thou fell once for my influence – if thou art striving against me like this, I shall drag thee into the abyss of desperation! Thee and thy companions!"

Mentally roaring in Midgardsormr's head, so that Hraesvelgr couldn't hear it, the dark wyrm exclusively told him: 'Watch, how each of them will be disrupted by my own claws! One by one, until nobody remains! Then, thou hast to bend down to thy kind – and pay for betraying us!'

Angered by the son's accusation, the Primogenitor gave a vibrating growl as response; frightening his child for a short instant. Simultaneously, Estinien declared: "We won't give up! It's time to put an end to this Dragonsong War!" "And you cannot stop us!" the adventurers added in unison.

Strengthened by the courage his comrades possessed, the Methuselah telepathically spoke to his son with glowing irises: 'Thou hast no right to condemn me. Furthermore, thou thinkest to have ANY privileges to harm these mortals? Thy Tioman hurt the maiden who seeks for peace! That action broke thy promise, which is why I will not even allow thee to touch a single hair of this girl or those who she calls her allies. Thy pledges are as empty as the hole in thy chest.'

Nidhogg narrowed the lids. While he bared his fangs to respond to the mortals' combative-spirits, the words hidden from them as well as Hraesvelgr stung into the dragon-father's mind: 'My mate did no longer obey me in the moment death was looming over her head. But if this is no reason for thee to realize, that I kept my promise, then I will gladly destroy thy favorite as the very first one. An eye for an eye; a female for a female. Just as the Azure Knight has proven.'

When the others took their weapons, 'Midge' also angrily gripped his lance.

'Thou art aware, that Estinien only slayed Tioman because she injured the maiden with the intention to kill her... If thou hast nevertheless decided to harm this child of Hydaelyn, then I will make thee yearn for death.' the ancient drake said with an icy voice. Hraesvelgr's eye in Nidhogg's socket stared disbelieving at him, though the white dragon yonder in these temple-ruins didn't know why his brother was indignant. 'Thou cannot be serious...' a threat which isochronal was still a fear came from the present son's spirit. Irises loosing their aggressive shine, the Primogenitor replied doleful – drenched in agony: 'Yes, I am...'

Following, a tremble went through Nidhogg's body.

Immense sorrow took for several seconds hold of him: 'Father...'

Estinien distracted them when he sent another strong jolt through the dark wyrm's body.

While the later hissed in anger, the former explained his action with a strained voice: "Don't think about touching my Junior-Dragoon... He's not your personal meal...!" Shaking off the sentimentality their telepathic conversation had caused, the Primogenitor's son returned to his hate-filled attitude with loud roaring, while the Methuselah himself couldn't help but feel touched by the Elezen's care. That this man was actually so capable of holding a connection dear, while he always believably pretended to be numb...

The elf coughed in alarming manner before he abruptly begged: "Comrades, you have to fight... against Nidhogg... while I suppress some of his powers and a bit mobility with the Eye. I can't... move in the meantime... You must battle with all might... regardless of the consequences... as long as I weaken him." Estinien plus 'Midge' were surprised when Cecilia gently put her right hand onto the Dragoon's left shoulder once the strained plea had been uttered. "Don't worry." ,she uttered with a soft smile solely meant for her cynical friend, "We'll hurry to make him incapable of brawling. Your life won't be endangered, I promise."

Impulsive, Midgardsormr touched Estinien's other shoulder.

Thanks to his maiden, he grasped how much this cynical, stoic nuisance here was willing to sacrifice himself if that just sufficed to end the war... Holding the lance in his other hand tightly, 'Midge' stayed next to his senior when Erik and Bertram rushed forward. The tanks were ready to counter Nidhogg's first blow of dark energy – just as the Primogenitor was determined to stay with his mortal comrades until the very end no matter the outcome.

He wouldn't let them down. This was HIS promise.

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Note

I'm still not into typing artist-comments for my written creations – this isn't going to change.

BUT after accidentally deleting the one I had written for Chapter 10's online versions due to correcting some tiny mistakes in the original .odt-file plus them (no need to worry; I fixed that by now as it's probably better to let you have that little author-statement), I'm giving the readers of this text-mass another 2 Cents considering my own thoughts since the story's progress will become... let's call it exhausting.

First things first: The 'Notes-file' for this story here is still thirty-four A4-pages long.

And that's just Heavensward-content. In the shape of simple notes; mostly unfinished sentences.

I'm not promising to ever reach Stormblood – it's not even guaranteed I get to write down what these little notes are theoretically dictating me to do – yet it's kind of the plan I'm trying to follow.

However, the exhaustion I mentioned before won't be the amount of text itself.

What I'm talking about is the future of my characters; mostly Cecilia, Erik and of course Midgard.

You'll get to see some more personal background of Ceci – which includes details about her father as well as the reason why Estinien and she are so tied to each other. Also, she'll show over the time several darker characteristics that are usually hidden under her positive nature. 'Praise' Nidhogg for these moments; they won't only happen in the next chapter.

Her personal brother has a greater role than currently visible, but that's prospective stuff; supposed to happen after the Dragon-song War. But in either Chapter 17 or 18 – depending on how I continue to write the text – you'll learn what happened to Aymeric's counterpart in that parallel-world, whereby Erik is so fixated on changing that key-event which had doomed his own Eorzea. It's not directly fancy plus probably very predictable, but led to alternate-Ishgard's dowfall.

In case of good old gramps, I fear the story will frustrate you a lot in the upcoming events. For him, frequent mood swings – triggered by finding out new facts – will make his journey quite annoying; and for you as the readers surely nerve-racking. Once you think he isn't impressed by something, perhaps you'll see later how a suppressed emotion takes him over and leads to misled decisions. Also, he's going to struggle more and more with that humane cage considering Cecilia. Since I had started this story with a teenage-rating, too many details won't occur, but the intensity is anyway going to grow with the next chapters. Plus... When you think there's a happy-end within eye-shot... Actually, it's none. It's only a short moment of peace before a true test begins.

When the story has finished the 3.0-part, so to speak, Midgardsormr is going to be confronted with the limits his own sense of morale allows – and due to his stubbornness, he'll be intolerable enough to create some emotional damage. Not, that Cecilia would be going to act unblamable, though... She's not even half as innocent as the story's beginning implies; mentioned dark personality-aspects are going to rival Nidhogg's maliciousness. If the story makes it to that valley of adversity, you'll be – perhaps – tempted to stop reading the fanfic; I wouldn't blame you for doing so.

That's the reason, mainly, why I wrote this note here – as a warning for the upcoming ugliness.

Also, as some kind of junkie in consideration of nice voices, I'd like to give curious English people an example of the way how I experience FFXIV – due to the simple fact that I am a German woman who also plays with having the corresponding dub enabled. Believe it or nor, but we Germans got for Midgardsormr and Aymeric the same voice-actor – and he does at least according to my own, silly ears a good job in doing so: YouTube URL (since this page does not like links) uMSwq1Mq-vU

So, if you ever wondered why I compared once 'Midge's' voice with Aymeric's – that's the answer.