I guess I should backtrack a little.

My name is Darius Valte San Arquier.

I was the first Warrior of Harmony, or at the first one known to most mortals.

I was born and raised in a place called Ivalice, and lived there for much of my younger life.

However…the day came that Cosmos chose me to become her Warrior…and Chaos chose the Spira-born Dragonborn and heretic named Miraak.

For dozens of cycles we fought, under different banners and names.

However, it was in the 182nd Cycle that I met my defeat once and for all.

Miraak ripped out my heart, my connection to Cosmos, and absorbed the power within. He left me to die in Spira, not even killing me in my native home.

He soon betrayed and tricked Chaos as well.

Then, to my knowledge, he was somehow overpowered and sealed away in Apocrypha, or the Farplane as mortals call it now.

I survived with the aid of a Black Mage named Verdel, who implanted a powerful magic artifact within me to replace my heart. Since then she and I have been the best of friends.

I regained measures of my lost life, and chose to live it to the fullest.

While I wasn't able to truly return to Ivalice, I began searching for my brother Abraham, who apparently made a name for himself as well.

I married a woman named Meryl, who was later inducted into the Cult of Miraak through his Heartstones…and who I've never seen again.

In searching for her, I discovered a girl named Willow that was stronger in White Magic than any Summoner or practitioner I had ever met. While unable to control her powers, I adopted her and basically began training her to control her greater potential in the future.

And so, this brings me to the present.

I knew Miraak had returned, and so thought I could at least beat him back into Apocrypha with Verdel's and Willow's help.

I was wrong.

He defeated the three of us easily.

Although I had never trusted Cosmos after she left me to die, I knew that her Warrior was the best chance we had for fighting Miraak.

And so my story begins again.

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"She said he was coming here, and to simply wait. Real fucking easy, right?" I muttered, lighting a cigar and taking a puff.

"Darius, you need to calm down. You've been on edge since Cosmos showed up." Verdel broke in, and folded her arms as she leaned against the wall.

I looked out at the sea, my secret home allowing a magnificent view of not only the beach, but a great deal of the island as well.

"I'm fine." I answered quickly, and took a puff.

"I received a message from the Paladins, Darius. Another dragon attack. This time, thirty people travelling through Mushroom Rock were killed. Innocents, Darius." She continued, and I tightened my grip on the handrail.

"I know. Survivors claimed that the dragon spoke, and that it was searching for the "Nahgahdinok". The same word that Miraak spoke when he attacked us." I answered quietly.

"It's an ancient language. Dragon Runes. It means—" Her voice was dead quiet.

"Necromancer. Nahgahdinok is "Necromancer". They're searching for a necromancer." I finished the sentence.

"Darius, we can't stay here. We might not be able to defeat Miraak, but we can try to help stop these dragon attacks! People are dying!" She blurted out, and approached me.

"And then what? Fight until Miraak decides we're too much trouble to keep alive? Then kill this Kel person? I know people are dying, but if we leap into action, especially when we're wounded already, more people are going to die than if we wait!" I exclaimed angrily.

"You can't know that for sure!" She argued, her tone seething with anger as well.

"I can know enough to make that decision, Verdel. We're waiting here, and that's final!" I snapped and stormed off, leaving her standing there along with a silently watching Willow.