As we landed next to Figaro Castle, the men around the castle stood at attention and welcomed Edgar and Sabin back home.
"Thank you, my people! Next time, wait 'till we're actually on the ground." Edgar called out, standing back up. He was sitting down so he didn't fall over when we landed, for he was still injured a bit. I and Locke went over to Edgar, Sabin, and Celes before they stepped off the airship.
"We'll write...won't you?" Sabin punched Locke's arm, which made Locke almost fall over.
"Sure...maybe." Locke rubbed his arm and Sabin chuckled as he gave me a hug. When he stopped, Edgar just shook our hands.
"Do visit. It'll get lonely without you guys hanging around." Locke and I smiled reassuringly while Celes came to us.
"I'll write to you, I promise."
"I promise too." I pulled Celes into a hug, slowly crying. Afterwards, Celes gave Locke a slight hug, eyeing my while she did. When she backed off, she broke into a few tears, so Edgar went to her and guided her off of the ship. They waited by the castle gates and waved to us, but when the engines started up, Sabin ran up and yelled frantically.
"Wait, don't take off! I forgot my metal knuckles!"
"I'll get them!" Locke shouted, rushing back inside. Setzer came out from the room with frustration written on his face.
"You're kidding me, right?!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Oh, my goodness! I am not going to miss you, my dear boy!"
"Hey!" Sabin cried out, offended. Locke then ran back out and tossed Sabin his metal knuckles. Sabin saluted Locke for a thanks as we took off into the air. Now...we were headed for Narshe. The days slowly passed, but after a couple of days we landed in Narshe. We said our farewells to Setzer before entering Narshe. I looked behind, watching Setzer's airship take off. It was the last time in a long time that I'll see that airship...and Setzer. Narshe fully accepted me now and also accepted Locke and me to live in Harild's old house. As we starting unpacking, I unintentionally pulled out a picture-frame; Relm had painted a painting of all of us and given us each one when we started our journey back home. I sat down on the ground and started sobbing. I jumped a bit when Locke touched my shoulder, sitting down beside me.
"You miss them." Locke stated, not asking me. I nodded my head, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Yes...I do. A lot..." I almost began crying again, but Locke turned my face toward him and he instead wiped my tears away.
"It'll be alright Terra. Trust me." Locke smiled, standing up to resume unpacking I turned with a smile and continued unpacking. It toke several days to fully unpack, but once we did, we started getting used to Narshe. After a week had past, letters from Strago, Jasiline, and Relm came in the mail. I gathered them up and spoke them aloud to Locke.
"Dear Locke; How are you doing in Narshe? Tzen is quite a different place than Tharnasa. Relm keeps fidgeting in her sleep; I'm afraid that she's having nightmares...they should go away soon though, we're in a new place and it's taking awhile to get used to. Shadow is keeping to himself a lot but he's getting more open than he was before...I guess that's good. And Interceptor keeps chasing after birds, travelers, and the mail delivery man. It's really annoying! The good side of having him is that he chases away rats and bears. Anyways...the point is, I believe we're getting together. By the way...do you have any idea where Terra is? I've want to write to her but I'm not sure where she lives anymore! Anyways...we're doing fine, and we hope you are to. From, Strago and friends"
"I should probably write back that you're living with me." Locke was about to get up when I gestured him back down.
"We have two more letters, Locke." He smiled and signaled me to read them.
"Dear Dad; Yes, we're calling you Dad, Dad! And yes, we found out that Mom is living there with you...Mog figured that out really. That's not why we are calling you dad by the way, we just are calling you that because. Anyways...not to worry Mom, everyone is doing fine! Jyna and Dearon are fabulous parents...by the way; those two are really getting at it, if you know what I mean. You probably do...anyways...Mog is doing awesome! He offers to do some of our chores, put some of us to sleep, watch us, and he happily does it. He's so sweet, I love him! Mog wanted to write to you two by the way, so the P.S. at the bottom is his, so...yeah. We're doing fine, hope you are too! See you later! Love, Jasiline and the kids.
P.S. Dear Kupo; Strange that I can write but not talk, isn't it? That's not the point...I wanted to say that I'm glad I stayed with kids...your children are so sweet Terra. They do their chores so joyfully, I have to join them! I especially love Jasiline...she's a sweetheart and you know you know it. I would also love to congratulate you Terra and Locke for your new home...hope you love your new home as much as I love mine, Kupo! From, Mog the Moogle."
"Adorable..." Locke stated before I continued onto Relm's letter.
"Dear Locke and Terra; Hello, its' me Relm! I know that Strago is writing a letter to you, but I also wanted to write one...though he has yet to know. And yes, of course I know Terra is living with you Locke! And yes, I didn't tell the old man...he can figure it out on his own! Anyways, Interceptor is great and very fun to play with; Strago is not getting any younger and bores me; and Dad is kind of staying by himself in the corner a lot...I think he just needs a hug or something...but he won't let me, he just smiles. I've also been having nightmares...sometimes it's about Tzen being caught in a fiery flame and others Interceptor gets big and eats us up! I don't get it, but Strago says they'll disappear at some point...it's probably just stress from being in a new place. Anyways...I'll write to you later, see ya! Love, Relm and friends"
"Oh, Relm...that silly girl isn't going to change." Locke claimed, standing up, grabbing some paper and a quill. He walked over to the table and began writing, but then turned to me. "Anything you want to write...say?" I shook my head no.
"I'll write to them if I do, don't worry. Remember to tell Strago I'm here." I reminded him as I walked over to an old door we kept some of our stuff in that we didn't usually use.
"I know, I'll tell him." Locke answered, beginning to write. I opened the door and rustled through some of my things when something fell on top of my head, bouncing off and landing in my hands. It was an old book; it's leather top was slightly wilting off and its pages were crumbling, though when I flipped through it, the words were still clearly visible. I toke the book, closing the door on the way out, and sat on the couch near where Locke was writing. He toke a quick peek towards me to see what I was doing, and when he looked again, he paused on what he was doing and looked at me strangely. "What's that Terra?"
"I...I don't know. It fell on head while I was looking for something in the closet...the cover doesn't say anything."
"Read it then...Harild said everything in his house he was ok with us having. So, feel free to read it." Locke smiled, returning to the letters. I flipped open to the first page, but was still confused.
"Harild Arvis Cole...page 1." I looked towards Locke and remembered that Locke's last name was Cole...could Harild have been Locke's father? I flipped to the second page in curiosity.
"Today is the beginning of me being with the Returners...not sure how that's going to work out, but if it's to free this world from the Empire, I'm happy to give my life up for it. They gave me the position to stay in Mobliz while they work things out with someone called Nerro Figaro...not sure who that is, but they said I'll get to meet him one day. Apparently he's important...anyways; Mobliz is quite, a little too quite. The kids don't come out to play usually, their parents are too afraid of the Empire...I've heard their whispers to each others in the inn and around the edge of town. Soldiers do sometimes come by to check up on the town, making sure there isn't any 'Returner' here. I keep my identity hidden by being on the innkeepers good side; I'm actually now his assistant, cleaning the rooms and tending to the visitors. It's not all bad really...I mean, I could be in jail right now about to get my head cut off. Ha, ha, ha!"
I closed the book, laughing to myself. This was Harild's diary that he made...and he left it for us. What was he keeping that's known in this?