This feels strange…Remora didn't know if her eyes were open or closed, yet she saw nothing but black in front of her. She could tell she was lying on ground, because her body felt an odd chill. When she tried to move her hands, she felt a very cold fuzziness move with it. My eyes are closed. Opening them slowly, she found herself lying on her front, on what looked like a snowy pasture. Unfortunately, she was in the same condition that she was when she walked through the ocean, so her cuts stung even more. She was still drenched, and it added to the disadvantage of the snow being all around her. She struggled to push herself up to her knees, since the pain and cold was very intense, yet was stable enough to sit herself up. She pushed her hair out of her face, which was covered with masses of snow and a few dew drops, and managed to look ahead at the area she was in. It looked like a mountain trail she landed on, and it was all blanketed with pure white sheets of snow. She saw that the path lead to somewhere, yet she didn't know if she was well enough to walk up and see where it lead. I'm...finally in Spira. It can't be a dream...it's not a dream. But...now, I'm at paradise...finally. But then a thought struck her sharp. A mountainous area….sheets of snow…is this Ronso territory!?

"If I am...then I hope I'm not in any kind of danger...I'm in enough pain as it is." She mumbled to herself. She tried to get up to her feet this time, but her knees gave out and she fell back onto the blanket of snow. It's nice enough that I'm now in Spira...but, I have to get out of this place. But before she could think more, a sharp pain struck her head, and she blacked out. Not completely though, she could still here the winds blow all around her. Soon she heard a few footsteps that had faded into background quickly, and a few minutes later, she heard a few voices.

"Um mni orsyrmsuyom?"

"Mni'm mducc phiednurk."

"Secc dni litus!"

The voices began to fade again, and it sounded like people that were near Remora, but she could not understand what they were saying. That or she really was having a migraine. At the time being, she didn't know if she was in the same snowy area or somewhere else, but something once again seemed abnormal. She'd imagine she was asleep, because while she was unconscious, she felt she was in a void, but soon she could hear things and possibly did things she wasn't aware enough to realize. She opened her eyes, surprised that she felt better than before, to find herself in a room she never saw before. She could tell it was still cold. The room was very cold, but she had a few blankets on top of her, and she was lying on a bed from what she was aware of. Where am I? She thought to herself. She was a little afraid of speaking out, thinking she would wear herself out again, but oddly enough, she felt fine. She started to look around then, seeing it was a small room, and she thought she saw a monkey at one corner of it. A monkey!? She thought puzzled. Something felt missing on or around her. Looking next to her, she saw a metal rimmed bar hanging next to her, and her clothes were laying on it. She looked under the covers, finding herself naked in bed. When she saw herself at first, she was about to scream, but it wasn't that big of a shock. But on the other side of her was another bar hanging next to her, and different clothes were laid on it. She could see on her own clothes that they were still a little wet; some of the cotton that it was filled with had curled out of some places, and there were a couple of blood stains. She looked at herself again, seeing that most of her scratches or bruises had been patched up. Who was taking care of me?

She then heard a knock on the door. "Ehi ayo exegi?" It was a female voice. It sounded middle aged, yet it had a soft tone to it. Yet, Remora did not know what she just said.

"Huh?"

The door then opened, revealing a lady who was dressed as though she was going to church. She then did a short moving routine with her stance as though she was trying to bless Remora. "En, ud'm kyyt dned ayo ehi xicc."

"Excuse me, but... "Remora started off with a confused look. The woman read her face, and then gaped as though she realized something, then laughed to herself.

"Oh! I'm sorry dear. I didn't know you weren't an Al Bhed. But I said that it's good that you are well. "

Al Bhed. So that's what she heard from the previous voices. But she was grateful that there were English people too.

"...Where am I?"

"You're in Malcalania Temple. Some Al Bhed found you unconscious in Mt. Gagazet's mountain trail. Luckily, we were able to find you before the Ronso did. We took you to the agency first to clean and patch you up, and then you were brought here to rest. "

"Malcalania...is the forest nearby?"

"It's a few miles off, but yes, we're next to the forest if you want to put it that way."

Looking down, she noticed that she was still wearing the charm necklace. She was thankful she didn't lose it, but she caught the lady looking at it as well.

"Ah, I see you too, are a follower of Yevon." She did the routine with her arms and stance again. Remora then figured it could have been a sign of appreciation.

"Excuse me, but...what is that thing you just did?" Remora questioned.

"Oh, you mean the prayer? It's a way of saying 'God bless you', 'It is my honor', or maybe 'Praise be with you'. Everyone can do it now and then as a greeting. "From the way the woman was talking, Remora could tell that she knew she wasn't from Spira, or at least the place she was in.

"Ah, excuse me for holding you up dear, but as soon as you're ready to come out, our priest would like to meet you. Those are some spare clothes we set next to you when you change. Your other clothes are still dirty, but we'll clean them for you. "

Remora nodded. "Thank you." And then the lady left, closing the door behind her. The people to Remora seemed very nice and had their own way of tradition. This is why she wanted to leave to room so she could meet them all. She picked up the new clothes from the rimmed bar. They looked a bit different compared to the attires in Siren City, not that she cared. She first looked at the main suit. It looked like some kind of tube dress, yet it was short, white and had laced up strings on the back. She saw on the side of the small dress what looked like a black vintage pattern with a black rose on the end of the pattern. It was a beautiful dress, and as she slipped it on, adjusting the tightness and the like, she felt more comfortable with the way she looked than before. The next thing she saw were a pair of pink ribboned arm warmers with medium sized bows lined up on them from top to bottom, ending with black fingerless gloves sowed at the ends, which she saw to be very cute. When she put them on, she wasn't bothered with how chilly the room was. Next came something she didn't expect, and was common in ANY world or city: fishnet leggings. Remora guessed the people didn't need her to look too cute. Yet, she accepted whatever they gave her, and she slid them on, and a pair of black leather wedged knee-high boots. She looked at the mirror in the room to find herself in a perfect outfit, and felt more fit in especially with the charm she was wearing. She wondered then if this was the regular attire for most people in Spira. She would have to find out on her own.

Stepping out of the room after dressing and freshening up, Remora looked around the area finding other people inside, possibly waiting for her to come out. They turned to find her walking towards the center of the giant room, and did their prayer routine to welcome her. One man came up behind her looking like some kind of monk.

"Ah, miss. We are all very happy you are okay. Please, our priest awaits you in the room past the Cloister of Trials. "

"Cloister...of Trials?"

"The hall where that staircase leads." The monk had pointed to a long staircase that leads to a patterned door.

"Oh. Well, I shall be on my way then. "Remora smiled. The man nodded and everyone else was still staring at her, and she went on to go up the stairs to the Cloister of Trials. She wonders what that meant though. She hoped she didn't have to do some sort of puzzle to get to the priest. When she opened the door, she saw nothing but a hallway made of snow like material, nothing too special. She walked across the hall looking nowhere but forward, but as soon as she made it to the other side of the hallway, three giant parts of the floor had disappeared showing what looked like a snowy maze below her. How am I supposed to go back now? She asked herself. It may have something to do with the Cloister of Trials, but she didn't care at the moment, and walked on forward.

She opened the next door revealing what looked like a big blue chamber. She looked around before seeing a man with his back turned standing in the middle of the room. She walked on forward, being cautious of more stairs leading the way as her footsteps echoed through the room. She stopped walking when she was at least 4 feet away from him. All she could see of him that moment was a giant navy cloak with a design at the bottom of the sleeves and the edges. His hair was a slightly dark shade of blue from what she saw, and he had to very long bangs hanging on each side of him that reached down to his waist. He noticed the slight pause after hearing a few footsteps behind him, but he didn't turn around, but he could possibly know who it was that came to him.

"So...you're alive." He said with a little bit of an unusual tone in his voice.

"Um...yes, I was unconscious on Mt. Gagazet."

"So I heard." He said. It was quiet for a moment, and then he spoke again. "Tell me. Your name. "

Remora cleared her throat. "It's...Remora."

"Remora? I see. "His head tilted another direction, but then he slowly began to turn around, facing Remora with a smile filled with fidelity. As soon as Remora saw his face, her pupils slightly dilated. He was only a little pale, and his eyes were a sky bluish color yet they looked gray as well. There were these blue vein looking lines that started around his forehead yet halted around his eyes. The cloak he was wearing seemed a lot more designed in the front yet exposed all of his chest and lower torso. Parts of him looked only a little tight and there was this design on each sides of his chest of two lions facing each other with a tribal looking mist merged behind them. Remora knew that this was Spira and that anything here was possible, so she didn't know if they were tattoos or birthmarks. His hands were a little large and he had very long nails. If Fang were here, she'd call them talons. There was something inhuman about him.

"It's a beautiful name...as are your eyes. An unusual heredity that's rare here. One's pink and the other's purple. Yet they match your face very well. "That statement nearly made Remora blush. The man then stepped forward a little closer to her.

"I am Maester Seymour Guado. I am the priest of Malcalania Temple, and am also a maester of Yevon. Yet, until you know more about Spira, you may just call me Seymour. "

"How do you know I'm not from Spira?" Remora asked a little surprised.

"I can see it in you. You may look a little like the locals here, yet you have other heredities that aren't common of any other race here. "

"So...you're Guado AND human?"

"Yes, dear. I, too, am of a rare mix. Between Guado and human. "

"And you don't think I'm fully human?"

Seymour closed his eyes and chuckled a bit. Then he had reached out a long hand, tracing Remora's face and neck with his sharp nails. It made her flinch a little, yet she didn't think he was intending to harm her. "There's something else about you, that doesn't seem of human blood...tell me, where are you from?"

"Earth. Siren City. "

"I have not heard of this Siren City, yet a few of us in Spira have known of this Earth."

Remora thought for a moment. It could be possible that some people from Spira might have been on Earth too. Obviously. Since she met Jeckt at the library, and he claimed Spira was his homeland.

"But anyway, I also called you forth for a very special task that Spira would be most grateful for you to accomplish. Come, we will talk on the way. "

Remora hesitated for a slight moment. "W-what is it?"

"No need to fear. I will take you under my wing. For the time being, you are home. "

"Don't you think this may be a little much for just a visitor?"

"For a regular person, yes. Yet, it's not just I that something very interesting within you. Everyone that tried to help you, that talked to you, that saw you did. You are more than just a visitor Remora. "

"Oh...wow, I see." Remora lied.

"I was in that same place once, not knowing something about myself till the last minute. It is a little scary, I can tell because of the tone in your voice. But like I said before, no need to fear. "