It had been a year since the events of the Mist wars had taken place. Gaia was at peace; people were rebuilding their homes and repairing the damage that Brahne and Kuja had done. Slowly but surely the great cities of the Mist Continent were being restored to their former glory...Except for one.
Kildea was one of the very few lucky survivors who had escaped from Cleyra before it was annihilated. After her escape, she had fled to Lindblum before travelling with a group of researchers to the great library of Duagerreo. She spent the rest of the year reading some of the many millions of books contained within the library.
Ever since her escape, Kildea had hoped to restore her home to the way it was before the attack. She had been searching the vast library to find a way to revive the Cleyran tree, or to produce a new tree in a reasonable amount of time. Once she restored the tree, she would persuade a group of Burmecians to help her construct a new Cleyran settlement, and her dream would come true.
Over the year, she hadn't had much luck in finding the information she needed. In fact, she often found herself distracted from her task by some of the other books in the library. She kept promising herself that she would find the book which would help her restore Cleyra and go through with her plan before returning here to continue reading and researching new information in the vast selection of literature. Yet she would always find a book that she just couldn't wait to read, and would always read it all the way through before continuing on her seemingly hopeless task.
After having just over one year after her escape from Cleyra, Kildea was sleeping peacefully on one of the many hammocks in the upper floors of the library provided by the librarians with a book laid in her lap. She stirred from her slumber and looked down to read some more of the book she was indulged in before getting up for some breakfast.
Yet there was something wrong. This wasn't the book she had been reading the night before. This book had a hard, noble blue cover and was decorated with elegant gold and silver patterns. It also looked very old but was well-kept, as there were no marks or damage done to the book.
"Maybe someone thought this book would be helpful or interesting to me but didn't want to wake me." Kildea thought. Curious to find out what the book was, she opened the cover onto the first page.
In large, bold, black and delicately written handwriting placed in the centre of the page read the title: The Great Holy Spirits of Gaia. Curious to read on, Kildea turned to the next page, which provided a list of contents in the same elegant black writing:
Alexander, the Holy Spirit of Alexandria
Lindbler, the Holy Spirit of Lindblum
Burmece, the Holy Spirit of Burmecia
Madain, the Holy Spirit of Madain Sari
Anima, the Almighty
Kildea's eyes flared up with interest. Maybe this was book she had been searching for. Eagerly, she flicked the page to the section which interested her the most. Like every page in the book, it was written in the same neat, black handwriting. However, unlike the majority of books in the library, this book had illustrations. Not just ordinary pictures either, these were expertly drawn pieces of art in full colour.
The page had the title: "Burmece, the Holy Spirit of Burmecia" The first page of the section had a massive illustration, featuring an enormous creature which was aqua-blue. The creature looked like a large, muscular Burmecian with large dragon wings spreading from its shoulders and smaller wings emerging from its legs. The creature was floating still in the air in what appeared to be Burmecia. Yet the buildings and even the palace barely reached the top of the lower half of the creature. Kildea stared at the illustration of the mighty eidolon, before turning the page to look at the description the book offered about the creature.
Burmece is the holy eidolon that is contained in the jewel of Burmecia and he is the Holy Spirit of Burmecia. He is responsible for creating the Burmecian race and watches over the Burmecian realm, protecting his children from any serious threat of extinction. During the time of creating the Burmecian realm it is said he summoned a magical rainstorm over the kingdom so that the Burmecians would have water and that their endurance would be tested and improved. It also helped ward away potential intruders. In times of major danger to the city, it is said the Burmecian King would call forth the powerful eidolon to protect the city from destruction and stop any innocent lives being lost. It is said that Burmece uses holy magic, and can also control the elements of thunder, wind and water.
It is written that anyone with Burmecian blood can call forth the mighty Burmece. Although they must summon him with pure intentions, if someone tries to summon Burmece to commit acts of hatred or destruction, Burmece will not come forth. Instead a terrible curse shall be unleashed from the jewel and annihilate everything it reaches, including the one who summoned it.
The book went on to dictate legends and myths that supposedly gave more information about the Burmecian eidolon but as Kildea began to read the legends about the enigmatic creature she heard someone call to her from beside her.
"Miss Kildea?" One of the librarians called out to her.
Kildea gave a surprised bounce in her hammock. She was so engrossed in the pages of the book she had not realised what was going on around her. She closed the book frantically and turned to the librarian. "Y-Yes? What is it?"
"There is a Burmecian here to see you." The librarian stated simply. "He would not give his name, but he thinks the book he gave you would help you with your research. He wishes to meet you in front of the sea-serpent statue downstairs."
"Oh yes?" Kildea answered with slight interest as she gave a quick glance at the book in her arm. "I'll go downstairs to meet him in a moment."
The librarian gave a quick nod of acknowledgement and returned to his endless job of sorting out the library. Kildea stood up and took a few steps towards the balcony, not looking at anything in particular. Her mind was too busy circulating through very intriguing thoughts.
"This has to be the book that will aid me in Cleyra's restoration." She thought. "If there is anything that will ensure the restoration of Cleyra it will be the creator of our people. All I need to do is regain possession of Cleyra's jewel, and I can summon Burmece to revive the Cleyran tree. He could even restore our powerful sandstorm to protect it from another attack."
Kildea began to walk round the balcony towards the lift systems which would take her downstairs to meet the man who found the book for her. Her mind was still racing with thoughts.
"Just who is the Burmecian who found this book?" Kildea asked herself. "Where did he find this book? Was it hidden inside this library? How did he find it?"
These questions kept bugging Kildea as she made her way towards the old statue of Leviathan, which produced a magic gem when special stones were inserted into its jaws. In front of the statue stood a male Burmecian, wearing a set of sky blue robes that looked similar to Kildea's attire, except that her robes were a shade of green. He wore a similar looking hat which covered his hair and ears, except once again his was blue whereas Kildea's was green. He looked oddly like a Cleyran, but the colour of his robes suggested differently. He didn't notice Kildea approach as he was too occupied admiring the Leviathan statue.
"Um...excuse me sir." Kildea stuttered from behind the Burmecian. He silently responded by turning to face Kildea, his calm blue eyes looked into hers and a warm smile welcomed her approach. "You asked to see me?"
"You are the Cleyran Oracle Kildea, are you not?" The Burmecian had a fairly deep, heart-warming voice. Kildea felt a sense of peace as his voice flowed through her ears.
"Yes." Kildea replied in an anxious squeak. "Who are you?"
"I am a respected Burmecian Priest." The man answered in the same, calming tone. "I am the messenger of our creator, the tremendous power referred to as "Burmece", "The Holy Spirit of Burmecia" and many other names. I send his message to the citizens of Burmecia to help them through their daily lives."
Kildea gave a nod, replaying the answer through her head. She tried her best not to be succumb by his beautiful voice. "Yes...I see. What is your name?"
"You can refer to me as Father Blaine, although I would prefer it if you called me just Father." Blaine responded in his same, calming tone.
"Okay Father..." Kildea responded in what was now almost a dreamy tone of voice. Father seemed such a natural title for Blaine, she couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't open up to him for his advice.
"I hope that the book I gave you helped you in your research." Blaine said, smiling. "It's one of the oldest books in this library, and it's very hard to find."
"I would think so." Kildea answered with a slight smile of her own. "It gave me a lot of help with my research to restore Cleyra. In fact, I was thinking of leaving this library so I could obtain the jewel to put the books words into practice."
"It seems we think alike." Blaine added. "I believe the Cleyran jewel is currently in Alexandria castle, possessed by Queen Garnet. We could travel together on the next boat out of Duagerreo and travel to Alexandria on the Mist Continent by airship."
"It would be an honour to travel with you." Kildea stated with a wide, proud smile.
"Very well." Blaine acknowledged her with a nod. "You must go and pack your things. The next ship that leaves this library is tomorrow morning. I wish to go and explore some more of this library until the day's end."
"Don't you have things to pack?" Kildea inquired curiously.
"It has not been long since I first arrived." Blaine responded truthfully. "I haven't unpacked anything of much significance. Now go, you must have your belongings ready before you retire for the night. I bid good day to you." After saying that, Blaine proceeded to walk steadily into the centre of the library before finding his way to one of the large sections of books.
"Goodbye..." Kildea said softly as he went. She retraced her steps back up to the higher balcony area where her hammock was. She began putting all her spare clothes and food into her rather small leather travel bag. Kildea didn't have many things to pack; nearly all of her stuff was bought in Lindblum as all her possessions in Cleyra were destroyed along with the tree. That, plus she didn't have much money to begin with.
Once she finished packing her rather light travel bag, Kildea decided to walk along the balcony and think to herself.
"How was Blaine so quick to find that book of Holy Spirits?" Kildea asked herself. "Does he know more about these types of creatures than me? Was one of those 'eidolons' responsible for the annihilation of my home?" Kildea cast a glance down into the main part of the library, where she tried to pick out Blaine and watch him with interest. "His voice is so soothing to me...and he looks so handsome...No! I must stay focused on my task to restore my home! Then I can think about having boyfriends!" She gave a slight sigh as she watched him walk to a different shelf. "Although he really wants to help revive our settlement at Cleyra, perhaps he could be by my side as we organise the reconstruction of the city..." She shook her head once again. "I must clear my mind from this childish crush!" She turned abruptly from the view on the balcony and turned her attention to the stack of books available.
Kildea's attempts to try and clear her mind from her sudden infatuation with Blaine did not succeed. She lay in her hammock that night reading two books entitled "How to charm the man of your dreams" and "Making relationships with your sweetheart" After finishing the chapters talking about first impressions and making him notice you, Kildea placed the books on the floor beside and drifted off soundly to sleep.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations in this story belong to Square. Blaine and the Holy Spirits (excluding Alexander) belong to me. This is my story, and would form the basis of a sequel for the game if I had my way.
Author's Notes: This is the final part of my fanfiction trilogy and will take the name "The Sentinel" whilst I rename my existing story for a second time. You do not need to have read the previous stories (unlike most sequels and trilogies) as the stories are unrelated except in terms of time. I hope you enjoy what will be the most interesting part of my trilogy, and will introduce brand new characters to the series, which I hope you will love. Enjoy!