Hero

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Emiri was more than glad that he awakened, although his confusion was less than assuring. Trying to calm herself, she would give him a small smile. "Hi," She said, her voice coming off as meek, though she would then stand. Making sure not to wake Shion, she would pull the curtain to the window slightly, so that the room was better lit but that none of it would awaken the sleeping woman. Letting out a sigh, she braced herself as she turned to him, fully exposing herself. "Surprise...?" She said bashfully.

“Indeed,” Jaakuna blinked, sizing up Emiri’s obvious changes. “What exactly brought up this change?” He asked, referring to her new bust. “They weren’t that...plump before.”

The girl stared at him, incredulous. She wasn’t sure why, but she had this nagging feeling that he really only noticed one change. Two changes. Whatever. Letting out a huff, she snapped her fingers at him, her hands motioning to the rest of her. “Isn’t there anything else you’ve noticed?” She asked, her hands waving themselves anxiously.

“Oh, uh..” He looked at her eyes and he finally saw it. “Oh, yes, I see it now.”

Of course he would notice more, she knew it! She was somewhat relieved--for a second she assumed he didn’t really know how she looked. “You do?” She asked, her voice hopeful.

He nodded, pointing his fingers at her cheeks. “You have a couple of bright pink pimples right there on your cheeks.” He stated earnestly.

That went too far in the other direction. Normally, she could probably brush it off but she really wished he had said otherwise. Raising her hands slowly to his face, her hands would grab his hair, pulling his face towards her rather dangerously cheerful expression. “Jaakuna, I swear to the moon and back if you’re going to tell me that’s the only thing you’ve noticed, you won’t have to worry about fulfilling your destiny because I will kill you right here and now,” She told him through a half assed smile.

“What else is there to notice? It’s like I’m looking at two little tomatoes that are ready to pop.” He said as serious as he could muster.

“You said they were pink--” She started to screech, but she caught herself, releasing him as she threw her arms up in the air. “Okay, and I’m being serious here--nothing else looks weird to you?” She ended up pleading with him, though she didn’t really have high hopes this time.

He examined her with all the concentration he had in him. “Well…” He hummed thoughtfully.

“Well?” She held her breath, nervous.

A moment passed of Jaakuna looking at Emiri’s form.

“I was mistaken. You look pretty normal to me, Miss Tomatohead.” He simply shrugged.

The brunette froze in place, her eyes firmly on Jaakuna. For a moment, she didn’t move, she didn’t breathe, she didn’t even so much as respond. Once that moment finished, however, she dropped down to the ground on her knees, slowly leaning back. This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. This was the man she wanted to be the father of her children. And he hadn’t noticed anything. At all. Besides her breasts. She let out a quiet wail, her hands to her head. She wasn’t sure whether she should strangle him or drown herself in a pool of her own tears. Truly, the gods were merciless.

“So I don’t look any older to you?” Her voice came out slightly robotic. “I figured at least you’d notice my hair.”

“Huh.” He stated as a matter-of-factly. “Now that you mention it, your hair does seem a little longer. And is that...a wrinkle I spot?” Jaakuna looked closer, “oh nevermind, it’s just another pimple.”

Finding a newfound strength, Emiri would get herself to her feet, hiding her eyes with her bangs. In that moment, Venat wasn’t the only one who wanted him dead. “For the love of all Ivalice, that’s not what I mean!” She whined, stomping her foot. “And a ‘little longer’?! Jaakuna, it grew literally double its length! And I’m taller! And my face isn’t so round! And I...I think I lost some weight?” She realized the last one as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “How could you not notice any of that?!”

“Geez, you’re acting like my mother used to when I played my pranks on her.” Jaakuna sighed, closing his eyes. After letting out another one, he opened one of his eyes. “You honestly don’t think I wasn’t aware of the changes? I knew the moment you came into the room. Even before I woke up, I knew something was off. Or do you not think having the Belias Sigil wouldn’t come with some perks?” He mentioned casually, sighing once more. “I am curious as to how this happened.” He mused thoughtfully.

No, she wasn’t going to strangle him. She was going to stab him repeatedly. Forcing herself to focus, she was somewhat relieved that he had noticed, though she was still considerably irked. Oh, she was going to get him back for that one, that’s for sure. “You’re an asshole,” She stated bluntly, unable to hide her annoyance.

“Technically, I’m a transcended asshole.” He corrected her.

The urge to hurt him grew immensely. “Why would you put me through all that if you noticed right away?! I’m literally freaking out because I woke up after having this strange dream, and then suddenly I’m having to untangle myself from my own hair! And my shirts don’t fit!”

“What kind of dream?” He asked, ignoring her later complaints about her hair and shirts not fitting her.

Finally, a real question. She paused for a moment, trying to remember. “I was walking through the Henne Mines, I think,” She said slowly, closing her eyes. “It was like I was invisible, I could see the monsters, and I knew it was a dream, but I felt like I had to go through them no matter what. I kept walking, all the way to the end...and I saw…” What did she see? “It’s going to sound crazy, but I saw Zodiark--the real one, or, at least how it looked a long time ago. But it wasn’t actually Zodiark itself, it was...petrified. I don’t know if it was a statue, and I don’t even know how I knew that was it. But I was sure of it. I’m sure that was the real Zodiark’s image.”

“Hmm,” Jaakuna thought on that, tapping his head. “What’s your thoughts about it? Do you think this dream could be more of a premonition or some kind of vision? Maybe Chaos is playing with your mind again. I mean, he is a bit of a dick.” Jaakuna stated bluntly.

She wasn’t going to argue him on that last point. “At first, I thought that it was a trick. but...” She admitted quietly, clasping her hands to her chest. “But I don’t know if it was a glance into the past or the future. Or if it was just some crazy dream. But the only thing I do know is that I’ve never seen Zodiark’s form like that in person, but I’m one hundred percent sure that was it. I’ve never been so sure that I knew what I saw.”

“Are you absolutely certain that it was Zodiark you saw?”

“I’d bet everything on it,” She said, nodding. After confirming, she realized she had grown anxious. Why? What did it mean? Because the fact that something that powerful is currently roaming Ivalice? Or am I scared that I saw it? She lost herself to her thoughts for a moment. But I know what I saw. And…

“Emiri? Did you hear me?” Jaakuna waved his hands in Emiri’s face, snapping his fingers repeatedly.

It was him. That was a form he took a long time ago, cursed to remain that way, until....

Emiri jumped, snapping back to reality, momentarily confused. Whose voice was that? She looked at Jaakuna with wide eyes, although she would then scan the room around them. That was the first time she had heard that voice so clearly. “Did you...did you hear that?” She asked Jaakuna.

“I imagine so since I’m the one who asked you if you heard what I said.” He said with a tinge of snark.

Jaakuna hadn’t heard it. She hesitated for a split second, though she would nod at him. “I, um, I’m sorry, I sort of spaced out,T” She apologized. If he didn’t hear it, I don’t think I should say anything. “What was it that you said?”

Jaakuna shook his head. “It’s alright; I should’ve repeated myself.” He shrugged, inhaling a calming breath. “I said, if what you saw is the truth, then obviously there’s a reason for it. I’m uncertain what that reason is exactly, but i’m positive if we want to find out more, we have to return to Zodiark’s original prison. Though,” Jaakuna paused, thinking. He briefly glanced to Shion, an emotive look on his face. “I think we should keep this to ourselves. She...has gone through enough.” Jaakuna said, though he shook his head. “I want to investigate this before we tell the others.”

Emiri nodded in agreement, somewhat relieved. She stole a glance out the window for a moment, watching the sun. Midday, if they left now, they would probably run into one of the others. Emiri would look back at Jaakuna, more determined. “We’ll leave tonight,” She told him, a determined look on her face. “If we take a teleport crystal to Jahara, we can go and come back before anyone notices.”

“Then we better get what rest we can.” Jaakuna nodded, giving her a smile. “It’s a good thing is that we’ve been through a lot lately, so they wouldn’t think twice about us sleeping through the day.” He said with, laughing mischievously.

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The thought must have repeated itself a hundred times, turning itself into a blur, though honestly, it was a lost cause. After being rudely dismissed, Lorenzo had taken a seat, pouting, though he was pretty nervous as he watched the two go at it. Reia was a proud woman, even if she wasn't royalty, she simply wasn't the kind of person who would take any crap from anyone. It was admirable the way she held herself so highly, though it was borderline arrogant at worst, but he always found that to be a strength of hers. Cassandra, on the other hand, was more than happy to take a hammer and attempt to break that barrier, poking holes in her egotism. The princess seemed to be enjoying it, and by the gods, he admitted he was actually quite entertained. Never had he felt both thrilled and terrified, he half expected either woman to jump across the table and attack one another, but the two remained...civil in that sense.

Reia let out a rather haughty laugh, flipping her blonde hair off her shoulder as she eyed Cassandra down her nose. "And I suppose a throwaway princess such as yourself would be equally as thrilled at that news? Why, Nadeline's pregnancy puts you in just as much of a position--it's more than clear she will be Wesley's bride, putting her firmly in Dalmascan territory--and pushing you right out the door," Reia stated, her voice as smooth as honey and as vicious as the bees that made them. "So sad, I wouldn't have dreamed you lose your prestige at such a young age. Hopefully you find something to do with all that free time. Oh, I know, I'll happily suggest some nobles who would be thrilled to have such a cute little bride to themselves. That's all you're good for, isn't it? Your position? Of course, knowing how you carry yourself around men, I'm sure you'll teach them plenty of positions to bend you in, no?"

Lorenzo let out a groan, giving Isabelle an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry...once she starts, there's no stopping her," He informed the Queen Mother--who he was sure was more than privy to what was happening.

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The black haired man had, yet again, roamed about the castle. He always found himself outside where he knew Emiri was, but would turn around and walk elsewhere. But everytime he looked up, that same door was in front of him. Deciding that he'd rather get yelled at than be alone, he entered the room. He could hear Emiri in the bathroom, clearly struggling with something. Against his better judgment, he would let his curiosity get the better of him as he stole a peek. Keiran let out a low whistle, a hand on his chin as he examined her curiously. "Wow," He couldn't help but comment, watching her struggle with her hair.

Emiri groaned, continuing to yank the brush over her hair. "I literally woke up like this!" She seemed more frustrated than anything, though now it was Keiran's turn to pity her, if only a little. Taking the brush and tie from her hand, Keiran would pass it through, nimble fingers managing to pull the length of her hair through the tie. She was all too grateful, watching him in the mirror as he fumbled slightly, though he finished, tightening it slightly. She sighed in relief, turning back to him, though she noticed his wandering eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You look...different," He admitted, though he peered at her. "And you're taller?" He placed his hand on top of her head, then in a straight line brought it to himself. The top of her head now reached the bottom of his nose, when previously it just barely reached his chin. "Yeah, you're taller somehow. And you're not even wearing shoes."

Had she changed entirely? Her hands went to her face, patting her cheeks, then her arms, her bust--oh, there was a difference there alright--and to her hips. She was skinnier? No, wait, she hadn't eaten all day, but now she felt as if she was in a foreign body. "What else, Keiran, what else do you notice that's different?" She asked him pleadingly.

"Not to perv, but your chest is certainly...fuller. Not bigger, they're just more...plump," He murmured, though he would hastily continue, "Your face isn't as round as it was before, too. I mean, other than that, you're the same. It's like, you're you, but maybe a little older, I guess." The first thing Emiri thought was Jaakuna's constant hassling of Shion and her age. This was it. He was going to deem her too old and dump her. "Relax, I mean maybe two or three years, tops," He caught her expression almost immediately.

"It's like looking at a stranger!" She told him worriedly, trying to get her thoughts together.

"I mean, it's obviously still you," He repeated. "If it makes you feel better, you're still really pretty. You look a little more graceful now, like you have a quiet elegance."

She appreciated the compliments, but she couldn't quite handle them at the moment. Noticing her shirt was still backwards and her lack of shoes told her she needed to change. She walked past him, only to remember that her bag was where Jaakuna and Shion were sleeping in. No, maybe it was a good thing, she was freaking out and she wanted to talk to Jaakuna. Not just this, but her dream...yeah, it couldn't wait. She let out a small shriek as her clothes changed themselves. What?! Oh, wait, she got that ability before. Okay, yeah, she was definitely freaking out.

"Uh, you're...not okay," Keiran noted rather unhelpfully.

You're partially to blame! She wanted to yell at him, though she ignored him for the most part. I know he said he'd come find me, but...! Emiri went around Keiran, walking out of the room. Her heels clicked rapidly along the walls, the sound bouncing back at her. She ignored Keiran's giddiness, and without knocking, would open the door to where she knew Jaakuna was. She signaled for Keiran to stay put, and was grateful when he nodded, staying in place. Quietly walking in and closing the door behind her, it was only then that she noticed how dark it had gotten in the room. She tip toed over to the still sleeping Jaakuna, kneeling down to him.

"Jaakuna," She whispered as she would shake him. "Jaakuna, wake up, please,"

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She couldn't help but feel he was mostly trying to convince himself rather than reassure her. That was fine; he needed her support, whether he wanted to admit it or not. There was no hiding her relief, however, when he insisted that he was himself. Yes, he had changed, but he was still Wesley. Still Wesley. "Of course you are," She agreed with him immediately, smiling at him. "It was a bit of a shock, but...you're still you, even if under a different name. I just...I don't ever want you to think you can't come to me for anything. Admittedly, it hurt to think you couldn't trust me, even if it was, as you say, to avoid hurting me. We're a team, taking on our challenges together is what we should do. I don't look like it, but I can help you in any way I can. So don't ever think you have to take on anything yourself. Your burdens are my burdens. I know this because I know you wouldn't hesitate to help me if our roles were reversed."

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Where am I?

She was certain this was a dream, but everything around her seemed...familiar. The pathway through the mines were thick with Mist, so much so that there were monsters around nearly every corner. They ignored her for the most part, outside of an occasional glance, she was certain that it was willing on their part. It was strange; sure there were more passive ones, but on the whole the many ghosts and undead types loved to fiend on humes. For the moment, she put that to the side as she walked, often stopping to examine what was left of the mines. It was dug out until a certain point where it seemed all digging had stopped rather abruptly, and the farther she wandered, the less hume presence there was.

She half expected to reach a dead end, but at the very least a natural pathway would continue. For a moment, she hesitated, taking note of the haphazard form of digging that had occurred, and the end of the path in sight. Despite there being nothing to the naked eye, she could feel the mist on her very skin. Something quite powerful was here. Whatever bindings had kept it there were long, long gone. And yet, despite all these warnings, she chose to continue.

This is...the Henne Mines? How did she know this place? She knew of it, but had never set foot in there. But she was certain of her location, certain that if she kept going she would find...what? What was it that she was looking for? Why did she find this so familiar? Was that possible? It is, and here should be...

Something was waiting deep within, at the very center of the room. She narrowed her eyes, though she was surprised to find what looked like a statue. As she neared, she realized it wasn't a statue, but instead a petrified monster. It was frozen in place, stone replacing flesh. It looked very much like a newborn serpent. She knew what this looked like, but how? This wasn't its true body here, it was as if it was a placeholder, something to trick the bindings into believing its location was where it remained.

This was a premature Zodiark, the true Esper.

Emiri awoke with a jolt, opening her eyes. No longer was she in the mines, though the unfamiliar bedroom certainly threw her for a loop. She let out a small sigh, her hand on her forehead, though she quickly realized her fever was gone. Finally! She let out a quiet cheer, stretching her arms above her head as she yawned. Boy, she really needed that nap! Not much time had passed, of this she was certain, though as she felt her ponytail come loose, she decided she should freshen up before doing anything else.

Yawning, she pulled on her clover hair tie, though something was off. It took a lot longer than it should have to get it to the end of her hair; her hand was practically at her waist. Huh? She pulled her hair in front of her, noticing immediately its length. Normally, her hair hung at just below her shoulders, but now it easily swept her waist. What the--when did this happen!? She panicked slightly, rushing to the bathroom. As she caught a glance in the mirror, she let out a cry of surprise. Her hair grew out! How? When? Is it possible she went into a coma? Was it like Wesley? Wait, no, what was wrong with her eyes? They were usually a darker shade of violet, but now they were super bright, clear, and definitely a more noticable color.

She let out a wail, scrambling to get the mess of hair she had into a ponytail. How the hell did Nadeline manage so much hair?! What was going on? She fumbled with her hair tie, trying to get her hair better organized, though she hadn't seen the rug and slipped. She let out a cry as she fell, and braced herself for the fall. But it never came, and it took her a moment to realize she was frozen in suspension. What?! How?! Did she stop time? No, this was different, she stopped herself! How?! As the thought crossed her mind, she released herself and fell down. What is going on?! If she wasn't panicking before, she certainly was now.

Okay, breathe, breathe, this is probably normal...okay, no, this is not normal, but you have to get your head together! She tried to calm herself down, realizing she was a mess. Okay, do I go to Jaakuna? Wesley? Nadeline? Anyone? Oh, maybe Shion? Who exactly could she go to that would know what was happening? She ran a hand through her extremely long hair, letting out a groan. First, get this mess into a proper ponytail, because I'm going to go crazy with this much swinging around, She decided on admittedly the more trivial issue, opening a drawer and finding a hairbrush.

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If I knew what was wrong with me, do you really think I'd resort to charades or having Keiran speak for me? Grant couldn't help but give Savayna an annoyed look. Nothing Nadeline had forced him to drink had succeeded, though he nearly did throw it all back up as he recalled the awful tastes they had. He was equally frustrated as he was at a loss for an explanation. Not to mention Savayna had a...difficult time trying to understand what he wanted to say. How ironic, considering that he was usually just plain moody and she was usually able to pick up on that much rather quickly. But now? Who knows.

If I save up my mist from time to time, I'm pretty sure I can use Zeromus' voice, at least once in a while, He considered the option, though if things persisted as such, it wasn't an option if a battle were to arise. What was once tedious was now turning plain cumbersome. He wished he could let out a scream, but nothing. He sighed, defeated. This is torture.

As long as you can endure, I'm sure it'll be temporary, Zeromus would assure him.

Temporary could mean anything from hours to days to months to years. Grant hung his head, hopeless.

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Wesley's tale was heartwarming. Admittedly she wasn't sure if it was him or their surroundings, but she felt entirely at peace. It was strange, it was something she hadn't felt for a while. It hadn't been long ago when he had arrived at Dalmasca, fully ready to take the throne. And now, there they were, with Wesley giving her what she always wanted--the entirety of his devotion. She almost felt guilty, watching his face as he spoke, knowing that she was probably the reason why he would decide to bring his adventuring days to such a harsh halt. Nothing was set in stone, but Wesley was so determined, she knew he'd be heartbroken if it turned out she wouldn't be giving him a child.

But that wasn't what actually bothered her, was it?

Now that the chance was there, she needed to take full advantage of it. She put her hand over his, not wanting him to draw away from her. "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that," She said to him gently. "And that is the future I want with you. But before that...I must know the truth. I only partially overheard you and Emiri before, but...admittedly, I wasn't able to get the entirety of the conversation, even with Keiran exposing it." She tried to ease into it the best way she could. "I don't know if it's denial, but I just don't think that 'Fandaniel' is the same as Keiran. I'm not saying that you're lying, it's just...just a feeling I have."

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Keiran was muttering to himself as he once again walked through the halls. Why was he being ignored? He figured now would be as good a time as ever to get some sort of instruction. But nothing. No insults, no acknowledgment, it was as if he was just talking to hear himself. He hated that. Though as much as he hated that, he found the thought that he had been cut off even worse. No, that wasn't it. Shion probably had dealt a blow to his lord, that's all. But if that was the case, why wasn't the Creature then responding? Why? Had he done something wrong? He was so certain his master wanted him to stay with Emiri regardless of where she was, but he felt stranded.

He was nervous. Paranoid. He knew the moment Aloa returned that he was done for. Was that what his master wanted? Was this his way of disposing of him? Why?! He didn't realize how haphazard his own breathing had become until he had come to a stop. It may have been unintentional, but he had stopped right outside the room where he knew Shion and Jaakuna were. As if in a trance, he opened the door, though they were no longer talking. Shion was on the bed, completely drained, with Jaakuna laying on the floor, apparently just as passed out.

Carefully approaching Jaakuna, he knelt down, a finger poking Jaakuna's arm. The magicks reacted, showing he was now in possession of Belias' Sigil. Keiran knew he needed to be more careful around Jaakuna--that sword could completely bypass the connection he and Emiri had and damage him directly. Great. As if he didn't feel cornered enough. Keiran would stand, looking around the room, until his eyes landed on Emiri's pack. What exactly was he trying to do? What was he looking for? He didn't know, but as he would rummage through it, he found the dagger she normally kept on her.

If he wanted to, he could probably kill Shion right then and there. She hadn't so much as stirred, even with him walking around. Yeah, he'd kill her and then what? Get nuked by an angry Jaakuna. Was that what his master wanted? How should he know what to do if he wasn't getting any sort of response?! He felt himself shaking, though he let out a gasp as an arm grabbed his. He looked next to him, Emiri herself there. When had she come in? He didn't even hear her.

He watched as she would take the dagger from him and placing it back in her pack. To his surprise, she wouldn't let go of him, instead dragging him out of the bedroom. The girl continued to pull him along wordlessly, until she lead him back to the bedroom they were in before. She quietly closed the door behind them, though she would then promptly smack him. "You're a bigger fool than I imagined," She hissed at him. "After everything is said and done, you really don't have a mind of your own, do you?"

"I wasn't going to do anything," He told her. Her look of disbelief was clear. "I'm not lying!"

"Stay away from them," She told him coldly. "And if I were you, I'd start praying to whatever god you believe in. The second Aloa comes back, I'm getting rid of you once and for all."

So no matter where he turned, he was being thrown away, was he? "So you're getting rid of me as well, then?" He asked, his voice unintentionally wavering.

"You're not getting out of this. I'm not going to let you take me for an idiot again," She said bluntly. Her eyes widened as he dropped down to his knees, his hands on his head. What was wrong with him? No, he was trying to trick her again. Not this time. "Get up," She ordered him. "I said get up!"

"Why should I bother?! No one wants me! If you're going to kill me, then I should just stay here!" He told her, shaking his head. "I don't want to die! Why do I have to die if no one wants me!?"

That was...unexpected. Gone was his usual, arrogant self. But was it just another ploy? Or was it genuine? Don't let your guard down, Chaos would warn her as she took a step back. A minion without a master is nothing, but clearly, he's taken on some of your instability. Don't let his cries fool you, he's just as dangerous now as he was before. Of course, Chaos had every point down. Emiri decided to approach him, one hand cautiously reaching out to him. She nearly screamed as he grabbed the hem of her dress, nearly pulling her down, but she remained steady as she summoned her sword, anticipating an attack. He cried onto her, exposing himself, and it was then that she really found herself at a loss.

"You have to decide your own path," She told him slowly. "If you're constantly going from one master to another, that isn't living."

"Neither you nor Fandaniel understand," He said quietly, though he would release her. "No one understands..."

Shaking her head at him, Emiri backed away, though he wouldn't move. She let out a sigh, deciding to leave him there. Going back to another empty room, she would instead throw herself onto the bed, her sword disappearing. She almost pitied him. Almost.

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He wanted to end it at that. He really, really did. But even as she kissed him, he still had his doubts. Before he could act on them, however, he felt Zeromus' presence leave, the esper giving him a small apology. Great, back to being voiceless. As they parted from one another, Grant let out a groan, hanging his head. He really, really hated being mute. It wasn't until his voice was gone that he realized there were so many things left to say, so many things he wanted to tell Savayna. But nothing came. Still, maybe for once it was alright. He squeezed her hand, giving her a warm smile, though he would sit down on the bench.

There were a lot of thoughts running through his mind, but none he could particularly voice his concerns about, even if he could talk he would have no idea where to start. There was the matter of the treaty, Keiran, Shion--although he figured that last one would probably solve itself shortly. He scoffed, frustrated, though he looked back at Savayna, wondering what she wanted to do next.

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Admittedly, Nadeline was surprised with Wesley, though she was grateful to know he still put her first. As much as she would probably hear it later from Reia, she was relatively harmless. Harmless in the sense of physical action. Her words may have been...scathing, but surely she wouldn't do anything to Cassandra. Although considering how quick Cassandra was to attack Keiran, perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea after all. It was then Wesley would ask Lorenzo to keep an eye on her, and Nadeline couldn't quite hide her dislike of that idea. She managed to force herself to keep a straight face, nodding at her father in agreement unconvincingly.

"Are you sure?" He asked Wesley with a frown.

This time, Nadeline would answer for him. "We just need a little time. Please," She told him sincerely. "Once we're finished we'll head straight there. Reia's bark is worse than her bite, but hopefully you can entertain Cassandra for a little while."

She almost feared she had said too much, but she was relieved when Lorenzo seemed to agree. "You got it, then. I mean, I really hate all that political talk, but if you're asking me, then I don't have a choice!" He laughed, saluting the two of them, though he would wave as he turned around, heading towards the direction of the dining hall and his battleground.

She sighed in relief, looking up at Wesley. "I admit...I was happy when you said that," She told him, smiling. "I'm happy to know I'm still a priority."

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Was she playing stupid? Grant couldn't help but get slightly annoyed. Focus, time is short, just...no passive aggressiveness, just straight to it. He had to remind himself, though he was incredulous at her rather convenient forgetfulness. Taking in a breath, he would collect himself properly, though even at this point he could feel his mist straining. He wasn't going to waste time asking questions, if she truly didn't remember, then he would simply remind her. "In Archades...we had arrived. Jaakuna had been fighting with Hamut, and had apparently been injured. You didn't take this lightly, and although Nadeline healed him, it was as if he was in a trance. You attacked her, and then you attacked Shion--" He stopped, a pain shooting through him. Crap, not yet...! "You attacked her when she suggested that you were still in love with Jaakuna. You didn't even bother denying it, going into some sort of frenzy." He would force himself to speak. "I always had that sinking feeling deep, deep down. But after time, I really thought I could change your mind. I was an idiot to think otherwise. And you made it clear as day that I was right."

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"Oh, right, I was here for another reason," Lorenzo suddenly remembered as Wesley would close the door to Jaakuna's room. "Crap."

Typical Lorenzo. Nadeline decided to entertain him, if only just this once. "What is it, Father?" She asked him.

"Reia wanted me to get Jaakie so we can finalize the details on the treaty. She said she 'fixed' it for him? I think...oh, Watson should probably go, too, she says Cassandra looked but she was...uh...'being a bitch about it'. Her words, not mine!" He laughed nervously. "Reia and Cassandra do not get along..."

Of course they wouldn't. Even if she wasn't an empress, Reia absolutely refused to take shit from anyone, regardless of their position. Seeing as Cassandra loved to use her power and position, it was inevitable that the two would bump heads. Nadeline bit her lip--she really wanted some alone time with Wesley to talk to him, but this wasn't something they could put off, either. She looked at Wesley. "I suppose we should defuse the situation, shouldn't we?" She asked him with a frown.

---

The Royal Castle of Rabanastre. Never did he imagine he would be here of all places, not even in his wildest imagination. Keiran admired the architecture of the ceiling, something that often went unappreciated. Still, he wasn't there to sightsee, and he needed to know the next step. Stopping in front of a large, grand mirror, he examined his reflection carefully. He had seen better days--Emiri was suffering, and it was affecting him as well. A part of him almost thought she was managing to cut him out, but this wasn't the case. Still, he felt that Aloa was onto him, and he would rather act before the viera would decide to return. Not only that, but Shion was alive--which meant his master had failed. No doubt Shion had already transferred the weapon to Jaakuna.

I'd like to know what to do next, He would mentally call out. He wasn't sure who would answer--he would much rather speak to his lord (not really, but at least he was usually to the point) than catch the attention of the Creature (who was just annoying but more likely to order him around). Shion is here, and the weapon is now in his hands. The Transcendent approaches. Slowly, but surely they will all awaken.

---

She hadn't noticed at all, had she? Grant should've figured, Savayna was sort of...dense. He sighed, facepalming at her gesture. He pointed to his own throat, then shook his head. Wait, there's no way she'd know what that meant. For a split second, he actually wished that Keiran were around; as annoying as he was, he seemed to be able to read him well, acting as his mouthpiece. He looked around, as if trying to think of something, some way to communicate. It had to be obvious, and it had to be something Savayna could understand. His eyes widened as he got an idea, turning back to Savayna.

Sorry about this, but I need the favor, He apologized mentally to Zeromus. His eyes would flash momentarily, though he would cough. "Still sort of hurts..." Grant spoke, albeit it was Zeromus' voice entirely--a rather jarring difference--as he rubbed his throat. "I haven't been able to properly speak, so I thought borrowing Zeromus' voice would help, but it's...still painful." He cleared his throat. "Oh, right, thank you for nearly breaking my foot, really appreciate it." He answered her question.

This isn't going to work for very long, Zeromus warned him.

Right. Better get straight to it, then, He would sigh once more, giving Savayna a serious look. "My mood has been this way since yesterday. Or are you seriously telling me you've forgotten about your meltdown in Archades?" He went straight to the problem, clearly still upset--though at least now he was still calm.

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The bastard was enjoying this, wasn't he?

Shion cocked an eyebrow at him, uncrossing her arms and instead placing a hand on her hip. Either he was looking for an ego boost or he was stupidly curious. As she opened her mouth, she could feel the ice of Mateus through the halls. Birds of a feather, that Savayna was practically a clone of Jaakuna. She would turn her attention back to him, staring at him for a moment before she would decide to answer. "Perhaps she did. I can't say I remember a physical description," She admitted. "Not that you were hard to find--royalty doesn't have privacy, even if they run away from home. Although I was surprised...he had eyes like yours, though after so many years perhaps it's just nostalgia taking over."

---

Wesley meant well, he truly did, though Nadeline was unable to hide her rather mischievous grin as she would hug Wesley tightly, batting her eyelashes at her father. Lorenzo looked like he had seen his beloved pet die, and he would drop to his knees. Nadeline couldn't help but roll her eyes--he was fine now that he was being all dramatic again. "Karolina, I swear to you, I did my best!" He called out to his wife, wailing. "Forgive me, my love, I failed our daughter, I failed you, I failed everyone--I don't want to be a grandpa yet!"

She poked Wesley lightly, as if telling him to watch. "So, Father, if I am to bear a child, what do you think--boy, or girl?" She asked him, feigning curiosity.

"Oh, boy for sure," Lorenzo got up rather quickly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I hope he got my brains, I'd love to have a second pair of hands in my garage."

Nadeline looked up at Wesley, unable to hide her smile. "See? He's estatic," She told him.

"I'm conflicted!" Lorenzo protested. "I'm happy and I'm pissed and I want to hold it in my arms and I want to strangle Wesley and I'm excited and I'm feeling the wrinkles already and--it's a lot to take in!"

---

"Rude!" Keiran called out to Savayna as she would run away with Grant. It wasn't until a second later that he realized what had happened. "Wait! Grant can't talk!" His shout was probably on the late side. Not that it mattered, it was honestly Grant's own problem to deal with. As he would slowly get up (knowing it would be entirely in character for Savayna to ice the floor while he tried to stand) he let out a sigh, rubbing his hurt nose. He clucked his tongue, slightly annoyed, although he would then lean against the wall. He winced, his heart aching quite literally, though he realized that it wasn't actually his pain. Despite blocking their connection, it seemed some of Emiri's pain still hit him. Maybe it wasn't as blocked as she wanted it to be.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Keiran would hop up, waltzing over to where he knew his beloved Emiri was. He didn't bother knocking, strolling into the empty bedroom. She only noticed him when the door closed, causing her to grimace at him. "Come to gloat?" She asked him darkly, a hand to her chest.

"Considering that I'm feeling it, too, I don't think gloating is the best course of action," He stated wisely, taking a seat in a nearby chair. He watched as she would slowly sit up, mustering the energy to give him a glare. "Defiant as always. Rest. Honestly, I'm just here for the company since no one else wants me around."

"How pitiful. And you have no remorse for this whatsoever? Not even when Wesley at least tried to get through to you?" She asked him, frowning. "If Wesley can rebel, you can as well. You have nothing to gain from serving your current master."

Keiran's finger tapped his temple a few times, though he smiled. "We shared emotions once, but that doesn't mean you know me. I'll admit it; you were spot on with your 'one way road' statement from before," He said, leaning back. "I, on the other hand, know everything about you. And Shion's statement was spot on, wasn't it?" Her silence was answer enough for him. "Even now the darkness calls out to you. I know you can hear it."

"It doesn't matter if it calls me," She told him. "Look at what I did to Shion--I feel guilty enough about it. What if I had done that to Nadeline, or Jaakuna or anyone else? Shion is barely hanging in there, and that's only because of the pact she made--any of my friends would probably be dead by now. There's no way I can do that to any of them, I'd never forgive myself."

The temptation was there, but the consequences of her previous actions had hung over her head and caused hesitance. As on point as his master was with everything, Keiran wasn't too sure what direction to take next. He simply watched her, his eyes examining her as if she was on display. He then shrugged at her, leaning forward in his seat. "It's really noble. But...it's hollow, isn't it? You should be happy that you and Jaakuna are reunited, but it's just not the same anymore, is it? You really thought that heart-to-heart would solve everything, but it hasn't. I'm still here. Jaakuna's destiny is now laid out before him. And you...can barely sit up," He said, raising an eyebrow. "You feel just as empty as you did before, only its worse because you know you're fully in control of your own body and mind--and its your own emotion."

Emiri stared at him, looking genuinely hurt. "I don't understand you at all," She said. "Why would you tell me those things? What do you care? You say you want my heart, then you rip it out like you did just now and make me feel horrible. Why?"

"Because I'm right," He said harshly. "Face it, Emiri, you're unstable. And what's worse is Shion didn't bother mentioning your problem."

Problem? "What problem?"

"The fact that you're one wrong decision from literally destroying us all. Yeah, Jaakuna is the one that can stop Lord Zodiark--and who do you think can stop Jaakuna?" Keiran said. "Even before, he couldn't bear to actually fight you, and even went so far as to find another way. But if you wanted to, you could walk right up to him and stab him right in the chest, and he would let you do it without so much as blinking an eye."

Is that why Shion treated her so harshly? No, Keiran was playing his mind tricks again. She shook her head at him. "I'd never do that of my own will." She would continue to insist.

"Shion seemed pretty confident that Rio wouldn't either."

"Stop it!" She yelled at him. "I don't care what you think! That's not who I am!"

"It's a fact that you refuse to acknowledge. And until you do, you're going to continue to suffer," Keiran raised his voice. "No matter what you do, your pain isn't going away. You're scared of everything, you're scared of fighting Venat, you're scared of Jaakuna taking his place at the helm of Archadia--and that fear will drive you straight into Venat's hands whether you want to admit it or not."

"It won't!" She insisted, her hands over her ears as she shook her head again. And thus, her mental state would crack once more. "It's not true! It's not!"

Hook, line, and sinker.

Keiran would stand from his seat and walk over to the bed, sitting next to her. She made to move, but was surprised when he would pull her into a hug. She froze, unsure of what he was trying to accomplish, but he would just hold her close. "I'm sorry," He told her as he would break them apart, looking right at her. "No one else is saying it, so I will. I'm sorry."

Her violet eyes were wide, watching as he would stand. He would leave the room without so much as another word. It wasn't until a moment later that she realized she had an anger welling up inside of her. Deep down, she knew he was right. But her denial ran deep, so much that reason itself was thrown into the wind. She grabbed a pillow, pulling it to her face as she would let out a frustrated scream. Once she finished, she let herself fall back onto the bed. Why? Why was she so weak? Why did Keiran see right through her?

---

No kidding, her spontaneity was something Grant often liked, even if it did usually cause him trouble. As he caught his breath, he found himself staring at her for a moment. Whether it was intentional or not, they were alone now. His heart seemed to jump up to his throat--as if he didn't have enough issues--as he thought of what to say. But the words wouldn't come in a literal sense. He looked at her, seemingly calling out her name as his lips would certainly tell, though her name never came. Letting out a sigh, he sat down in front of the bench, a contemplative look on his face. Great, they finally got a chance to talk, and he couldn't even say a word. The gods were enjoying tormenting him, weren't they?

He looked back at her, nodding slowly in agreement to her statement.

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What did he just say? A very faint, noticeable blush crossed her cheeks rather unwillingly. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes darting away from Jaakuna. For once she actually looked embarrassed, crossing her arms somewhat defensively. If it wasn't for Kyli and Aloa's insistence, she really would have never believed this was the so called 'chosen one'. She cleared her throat, shaking her head at him. "That's not how that works," She told him stubbornly. "It isn't as if she's watching us now. Heaven knows I would have anticipated your...personality a lot better if she had known exactly how you would be."

---

Nadeline shouldn't have been surprised at Wesley's response. Well, she was, but it was mostly the fact that for the first time in a long time, they were the voice of reason. She truly was the unreasonable one this time, wasn't she? She looked between both Wesley and Lorenzo, neither one of them budging on the subject. Still, there wasn't any way she could stand staying behind. Mustering up any dignity she had, she would cross her arms once again, lifting her chin slightly. There was no getting out of this one. But... "We'll just have to see then, won't we," She pouted, unable to hide her dissatisfaction. "I'll know for sure in a few weeks' time, I suppose."

Lorenzo looked at her, suspicious. She sure bowed down rather quickly--he half expected her to start whining. "Weeks? Isn't there a way to know sooner?" He asked.

She gave him a look. "You're going to have to trust me on this one," She said bluntly.

The realization hit him a little later than it should have, and he let out a nervous laugh. "Ah...I get it."

"You're disappointed, aren't you?" She asked him, her voice low.

"I never imagined you and Wesley would go and do the same thing me and Karolina did," He admitted, scratching his head. "I'll be the first to admit that I was...pretty pushy about it. Good to know you've gone through such lengths to secure Dalmasca's future." His last sentence came off annoyed as he would glare at Wesley.

"Such lengths?"

"I didn't think he had it in him."

Well, he certainly had it in me, She dared not speak the words she thought, eyeing Wesley. She would get her revenge on the both of them. "I assure you, he was very loving. His touch was very gentle, though towards the end he got much more aggressive...I found myself enjoying it quite a bit." She told her father cheerfully.

"AHHHHHHHHHH! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT!" Lorenzo yelled, his hands over his ears as he would jog in place. "Why would you tell me that?!"

---

Keiran hummed cheerfully as he was hand-in-hand with his new best friend. Grant was less than enthused, though he went along with it. As Keiran came to a halt, he would suddenly yank Grant back. He certainly was enjoying himself, wasn't he? Keiran let out a whistle, his hand over his eyes as if searching the horizon. "There she goes! A wild Savayna, out and about! Aren't you glad she came?" He asked as he pinched Grant's cheeks, trying to pull his mouth into a smile. "See? You're smiling and everything! No need to be so gloomy anymore, right?"

Why me? He gave Keiran an irritated huff as Keiran continued to manipulate his expression.

"If you want me to stop, just say so! Oh wait, you can't!" Keiran cackled, clearly pleased.

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"Considering she was right about everything else, I have little reason to doubt it," Shion would immediately dismiss his statement. "Kyli was not only a talented sorceress, she also possessed the ability to see into the future. Her vision consisted of he who walks with the Gigas--the Transcendant. A man of unbelievable stubborness, rudeness, backwards logic, frustratingly naive ideals--and you fit the description to the tee," She stated, ticking off a few traits she had recalled, likely wanting to rustle Jaakuna a bit.

---

Long story wasn't even scratching the surface. As much as Grant would have loved to sit down and get a proper explanation, he knew Lorenzo's concerns were...more pressing. Well, not pressing, more like he wasn't budging. Like at all. Keiran seemed slightly miffed at both Wesley and Nadeline's rebuttal, placing his hands on the back of his head. Letting out a sigh, Grant decided that it was best to leave the three--that is, Wesley, Nadeline, and Lorenzo--to speak. He would lightly pull on Savayna's arm, as if trying to get her to follow him, though he wasn't entirely sure if she would catch the hint.

Either way, he would take Keiran by his shirt, giving him a small payback as he dragged him away from Nadeline and Wesley. "What is it with you Rozarrian's unable to just communicate?! I can walk!" Keiran hollered, though he seemed to catch himself once he realized Grant was the one pulling him. "Oh, right, the whole 'not being able to talk' thing. I forgot. I mean, if you want, I'll stick around you and be your mouthpiece. 'Cause we're buddies, right?" Keiran cheerfully told him as he could quickly hook his arm with Grant's, much to the prince's displeasure.

Nadeline watched Grant take Keiran away, and was grateful, though she now had to deal with the headache that was her father. Crossing her arms, she turned towards her father, an annoyed look on her face. "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be, please," She told him, shaking her head. "This morning has been one of the worst I've experienced--and if you could make this as smooth as possible, I would greatly appreciate it."

Lorenzo scowled childishly, though he couldn't help but glare at Wesley. "I was going to come here and give you a piece of my mind, but I guess first thing's first--are you absolutely sure that you're pregnant?" He asked, actually surprising Nadeline with a reasonable question. "I'm going to put the desire to strangle Wesley for deflowering you--FOR NOW--and just ask if you're positive. Or at least, if you have a way of knowing sooner rather than later."

Admittedly, Keiran put the idea in her head, and she hadn't really been able to discourage it, but for once, Lorenzo had a valid point. "I don't know. I suppose I'll know in a few weeks' time," She muttered, shifting her weight from one heel to the other. "Honestly, I can't say I entirely understand why you're so upset. You realize our plans for marriage haven't changed, right? If we...shot the gun a bit earlier than usual, then is there really any harm?"

"Of course there is," Lorenzo said, though the fact that he was actually serious was really starting to worry her. "You're forgetting, if you really are pregnant, I can't let you run off and fight, you realize that, right? I can't in good conscience put yourself in danger like that."

The thought hadn't quite crossed her mind. "Regardless, I will not sit and wait for Wesley to come home." She informed him.

"As your father, I can't allow that," He told her bluntly. "You're constantly risking your life--once it's not only yours, things change, Nadeline."

"I know that! But if something happens to Wesley and I wasn't there for him, I'd never be able to forgive myself!" She responded in kind, completely stubborn on her own point.

---

Emiri had found an empty room not too far from where her original room was. She closed the door behind her, though once she was behind closed doors, she let out a gasp, dropping down to her knees. A surge of pain nearly caused her to scream out, but she forced herself to hold it in. She could feel the room spinning again--she knew her fever was likely returning with every intention of killing her. Forcing herself to stand, she made her way to the bed, dropping herself onto it. She clutched her chest, in pain, though she couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on. The sensation was familiar, so it didn't make her uneasy, but something was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this, was it?

After a moment, the pain subsided, leaving Emiri gasping for air. As soon as she steadied her breathing, she would sit up, a hand to her head. For a moment, she thought she heard a man laugh. She looked around, confused. She strained herself to listen, but it seemed to have vanished. Great, she was finally going crazy. She stared down at her hands, trying to make sense of things. Inhaling slowly, she closed her eyes.

"Chaos...can you hear me?" She asked, trying to reach out to her esper. "If you have any idea what's happening, I'd appreciate an explanation. Anything. Even if it's just a vague idea."

The Word is calling to you. However...you seem to be struggling to hear it. He would answer her mentally. Or rather...something is trying to stop you.

Something? Or someone? Emiri mentally cursed, throwing her head back and letting herself fall onto the bed. "It's Keiran," She muttered. "Damn it...how do I get rid of him?"

I'm certain the viera is conducting some sort of plan for it. The question is, will she make it in time?

"In time for what?" Emiri asked, alarmed by his statement.

Either she returns, and you'll unlock your true potential...or he once again pulls the strings.

What?! Emiri felt her heart beating fiercely against her chest, though another pain would strike her, momentarily rattling her thoughts. No, it made sense. If she did reach her full power, maybe she could get rid of him herself. But he knew, and he was stopping her. Crap, was she just going to have to hope that Aloa would return to her? And if she doesn't...so this is what he was planning. She guessed, her hand forming a fist. Figures why he was so chummy. Even now he's slowly working his magicks...there has to be something I can do. She tried to think, although she would remember Jaakuna, sitting up quickly. As she did, she made herself dizzy. Well...I'm sure he's still talking to Shion. A few minutes won't do anything... She stifled a yawn, making herself comfortable and closing her eyes.

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The landscape around her was unfamiliar territory. Blood dripped behind her, leaving a clear trail, but she didn't care. If she was found, so be it. If she was killed, so be it. Despair had taken a deep hold in her heart, so much that if Death would show, she would welcome it gladly with open arms. Her entire body was numb, and yet she continued. Her grip on her katana was palpable, though it served its purpose as she would stumble her way through the Feywood. Images in the Mist danced before her, though she would continue, ignoring them. Monsters would approach her with hopes of making her their next meal, but they would fall by her blade.

Her body seemed to finally give up, her legs giving out underneath her as she would fall to the ground. The snow chilled her, though she couldn't bring herself to get up. Her katana gleamed at her, still bearing blood. She watched the snow take the color of blood, a surge of emotions overtaking her. She pushed herself off the ground, forcing herself to her knees, though a strange Mist caught her attention. She would brush her long, blonde hair out of her eyes to see better, to see what was in the distance.

She looked up, dark colored flesh standing out from the bright surroundings. Wispy, colorless hair and ears accompanied the image. She was going insane, no viera in their right mind would come out this far from their home. Shion sat up, surprised to see them accompanied by another, much younger one. They would stop before her, and she got a chance to really look at them. The older one was stunning, barely dressed but exemplifying every viera trait--gorgeously dark skin, white hair, and tall with long legs. The viera child was beginning to blossom, though her expression was more curious than anything.

The viera would kneel down before her, her hands on her knee. "You've certainly come far." She commented lightly, eyeing the woman closely. "The blood of another stains not only your skin, but your very soul. But you've let your legs lead you nowhere, there is nothing for you here, young hume."

"Kyli, who is this?" The younger viera asked.

"An excellent question. What is your name, little one?" The viera named Kyli would ask.

"My name is Shion," She replied quietly.

The younger viera would take a seat next to her, brown eyes watching her. She reached out, touching Shion's blonde hair. Her eyes lingered on the blood, and she looked at Kyli. "She's not hurt," She stated, frowning. "Why does she bleed?"

"It's not mine," She said, shaking her head. "How I wish it was."

Kyli nodded, though she would look around. "You breathe, so you will continue to live. Come, we will go from here, somewhere safe. I would hear your tale from the Wood, and we can decide what to do next." She said as she would stand, beckoning for the younger viera and Shion to follow.

"Why would you have me follow? Leave me to die. It's my will."

The viera chuckled, turning around. "Because Ivalice has told me otherwise," Kyli replied simply.

Despite her better judgment, she would stand. Kyli walked slowly, though offered no help otherwise. She would gesture for Aloa to follow, who would continuously look back at Shion. "Are we going home?" She asked Kyli. "Ktra would be so scared! She doesn't like humes."

"You shouldn't tease her, Aloa," Kyli scolded her gently. "Humes are dangerous creatures. They have a bloodlust like no other, never satisfied, even when they have drunk the land dry. Isn't that right, Shion?"

The woman nodded, though she remained silent. Aloa seemed to understand, though she showed no fear as they would enter the Golmore Jungle. She would slow her own steps, letting her curiosity loose as she would begin to ask Shion a slew of questions--where she was from. Why she was here. Where did she live. Who did she live with. What did she like. What foods did she like. It was mostly innocent and nonsensical, and despite her reluctance, Shion ended up warming herself to the child.

They arrived at an enclave, a small spring surrounded by many trees. "Bathe there. The water will calm you. I'll be there shortly," She instructed her as she would walk to a small, makeshift tent.

Shion was slightly confused by what it was that Kyli wanted. Admittedly, she was a little self conscious, especially since Aloa would plop down, her feet in the spring water, her eyes glued on Shion. She waited to see if Aloa would go away, but she kept staring at her intently. "What is it?" She asked.

"Ah...nothing," Shion murmured, slowly undressing. She couldn't help but notice her eyes widening at her bust--a common thing, all things considered--but boy, getting ogled by a viera was a first. Nonetheless, she stepped into the spring, her muscles screaming as she submerged herself. She was surprised to see the blood lifted effortlessly, almost as if getting purified.

"Better?" Kyli asked, causing Shion to let out a yell of surprise. "My, what a beautiful body."

"I feel as if her assets would get in the way of battle," Aloa admitted, her stare making Shion feel sheepish. "How can you bend down without falling over? I feel as if your back should break in half just walking around. And your hips are so wide...oh, wait, they are tailored better for child bearing, so that makes sense, at least."

She had never felt so embarrassed before, covering her chest with her arms. She was surprised as Kyli would take a seat next to Aloa, crossing her legs as she would smile at Shion. "Despite your instincts telling you otherwise, I am a friend to you, Shion of Nepal. The Wood has spoken to me, telling me whispers of events that have transpired. I am sorry for your loss."

Despite her words, Shion still felt uneasy. "I thank you for your words, but I want to know why."

"Your regret is obvious. As is your desire for revenge. The veil of ignorance has been lifted from your eyes, and though you would welcome death now, surely you would rather make better use of your time," Kyli stated, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on the palm of her hand. "I know you'd like to see Zodiark fall."

Shion narrowed her eyes at Kyli. "And you're telling me that you know a way?" She asked.

"There is. But the one the Gigas will choose is not around yet," She informed her rather cheerfully. "I hear Ivalice's will, believe it or not. You may find it hard to believe, but the balance in our world is off. So he will remain in the shadows, having his way, until the time comes for his fall."

"Who in their right mind would purposefully wait until their enemy was stronger before felling them?" Shion asked, bewildered.

"No one alive has the power to properly defeat him. Even if you went forth now to slay him, he would only return. He is an enemy born from Ivalice herself, created by the gods. Would you want your efforts to be wasted?" She asked, frowning. "No, the solution isn't to kill him, the solution is to purge him from the land once and for all."

"And how can I accomplish that?"

"I doubt it will happen in your lifetime." She stated.

"I won't have that," Shion protested. "Why would I leave my burden to another? Surely there must be some manner of being able to do something!"

Aloa raised her eyebrows, amused. "What a change, from wishing for the reaper to take your life, to being this determined. I like it." She nodded in agreement.

Shion couldn't help but scowl at Aloa. "I'm serious! There's no possible way I can just sit around and do nothing," She insisted. "If there is a way, you must know."

"I do. But I want to know if you're truly willing. I meant it when I said that Zodiark's fall will not happen in your lifetime," Kyli replied. "And not in mine either. That is why I am training young Aloa to take my place--but I am sure you two will get along nicely." She smiled. "Would you be willing to wait hundreds of years?"

"If it means that he falls, so be it," Shion stated as she would stand, determined. "I'll walk Ivalice for a thousand years if that's what it takes."

Aloa smiled as well, nodding to Kyli. "Then we are in agreement? You will share my burden?" Aloa asked as she would slip into the spring, approaching Shion. "If you are serious, then we will walk the path together. But once we are in agreement, there is no going back," She warned her.

Shion nodded. "I will not rest until he dies."

Kyli sighed, seemingly relieved, though she would mimick Aloa and get in the water, stretching her arms above her head. "Best to make it official, then. We'll need to make it so that you can weather the harshness of time. Understand that you will not change--I suggest hiding, lest you be accused of withcraft," She stated, slicking her hair back with the water.

"I understand, but I will not hide. I will act from the same shadows he does...and make sure I am a known threat," She replied, though she was surprised when both viera would take each one of her hands. "I, uh, feel as if you'd like to know me better...but um..."

"You've read my mind~ But we're going to need to be a little more...intimate," She teased, running her fingers along the length of Shion's arm.

To her surprise, a mark would follow her fingers. Despite her teasing, it seemed Kyli had already begun the process. She couldn't help but fidget, unused to being touched so...sensually by someone of the same gender. Just when she thought it was over, however, the two viera would push her down into the water. She immediately got back up, coughing water, though the marks disappeared. As she was about to ask why they would do so, her bangs slightly covered her eyes. She let out a slight gasp, realizing her once blonde hair had instead turned into a shade of blue.

"And so it is done," Aloa stated, nodding. "Let us speak of the next step..."

The vision would finish, Shion dropping her hand from Jaakuna. She placed a hand on her hip, eyeing him curiously. "Little did I know that Kyli was Aloa's predecessor. She, too, had been keeping an eye on Venat's activities. It seems even back then, she knew you would be the one to slay him," She told him.

---

"OW!" Keiran yelped as he went crashing into the ground, Grant landing on top of him. "We could've just walked out on our own, you know!" He told Nadeline, annoyed.

"I don't care, whatever it is that they need to talk about must be important," She stated as she walked around the pair, her hands on her hips. "As much as I would have liked to stay, Shion isn't the type to talk, so if Jaakuna can get all the information he can, then better for us."

Grant nodded in agreement as he would stand. He looked at Emiri, who had been staring at the door. "Right...I suppose I'll go borrow a room, then. I still feel tired," She admitted, scratching her cheek.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Nadeline asked.

As Emiri was about to answer, she noticed someone else approaching the group. "You're about to have your hands full. I'll be fine on my own," She said as Lorenzo practically stomped on over, clearly having a few choice words for both his daughter and future son in law.

Nadeline let out a groan, though she would put herself in between Lorenzo and Wesley, holding a hand out to her father as he would come to a halt. "Don't do anything to Wesley, or I'll never forgive you," She warned him sternly.

Lorenzo let out a sigh as he would cross his arms, still looking sour. "All better now, are we? Good, we can talk about the next thing to do," He huffed, clearly upset.

Keiran chuckled. "Oh yeah, heads up Wes, Lorenzo isn't too happy you knocked up his precious little treasure," He said nonchalantly.

"Before anyone does anything, I want you gone," Nadeline snapped at him. "I've honestly just about had it with you causing trouble!"