Day 27:
Fusion
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BARTHOLOMEW: More training... Because I am a male that I am in there.
Dragoon Knights and us are worlds apart, thought we are still divided between the organs we had been born with. Male ones are called by -BAHAMUT-, whereas -LEVIATHAN- is the name chosen for the female ones. While Bahamut is the god that belongs to the blue of the sky, Leviathan is the god that keeps swimming in the blue ocean of Gaia where it was created along with civilization. There are far more women than men at Burmecia, but only one seems to achieve the skies, as the other stands below as the ocean level stands at a constant zero...
PRESCOTT: I once traveled to the Aerbs on foot.
Unlike Lindblum, there's no easy access to everyone. Though the Summit Station built atop the hills has such a nice view, a view for the few, like the time I once saw a rainbow near the Burmecia Gate, when I came back from a stroll when I was in Lindblum. I wished I could bring my family as well, but I don't think they would. By they, I mean the circumstances of us outside the rain.
On the station, there's a few of us, and few of what made us into us. The country of Burmecia is obscured by the map that shows the Aerbs as a whole, while Lindblum and Alexandria's, even Treno's maps are shown in a full state of a glory unreached for us, because of them, and mostly we hang on the fault. I wonder if Sophia could agree with me, but even the Chai we drank there is called Burman coffee.
Coffee!? Oh god... That may be just a word, and that's the problem. 'Coffee' is so common, so vulgar, unlike the bittersweetness of the 'Chai' drink, slowly slurped by the tongue. But that's the way they see us, now I understand it. Our reputation, the reputation of many, and the same aftertaste carried on by centuries, like the 'Burman coffee'...
CLYDE: Coincidences do not exist for me. Like Komakino does with the sword of his, Lindlbum showed themselves on that 'fateful' day.
Yes, I'm thinking about what happened seven years ago. That 1771 that 'changed Gaia forever'. Father, like many, many more than now, fought against that Alexandria, this same Alexandria they speak about. Our current King, Edgar, got to sit on the throne of metal for the first time, as an adult, but that only happened after the ships came flying.
Whoa... The sky outside Burmecia is blue like the ocean of Leviathan, and so Lindblum found a way to navigate on the domains of Bahamut, with the power of science, they say. Magic? No, science. This is what makes us so far away from others. We learn the basics of this science, their science. 1,2,3... and keep counting in.
There's no end for such, like the many wars fought. Who initiated the war, who was the first who engaged a punch, and later got cut by the blade, it doesn't matter. If such science is effective, then why the shape of bells for our houses? They say it's because of tradition, and to keep away the spirits... Traditions and science, they don't seem to have a tie.
BARTHOLOMEW: Yes, the war... the last before the 'revolution'. Many were fought, but for what intention?
Airships from Lindblum came flying after a year they fought against one another. With the King of Alexandria dead in combat, or so do they say, reason enough was futile to finish some of us. Do they kill because that's their intention? Do we need to kill because it's our intention to avoid the realization of their intention? Who avoids the achievement of others and incites some kind of war? If Lindblum pretended to finish the conflict, then why did some of us still stand the same?
PRESCOTT: There's no airships for us, only for they, the creators of such. Violence, could it be?
When I once walked through the Burmecian Armory, I saw many javelins. Javelins of copper, javelins of iron, javelins of Mythril... Spears of an ancient past, that became a remnant of now. Mostly they can't be used, but instead be showed. They stood and still stand like tombstones, covered by the dust gathered over the time.
Are those the only relevant pieces of history that remained for Burmecia and it's people to share with the world? That's what I get, and that's what we got, like a mother is told to bring a son to the family.
CLYDE: ...Stupid people can believe in anything, and so you do believe in yourself too! Can you!?
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