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For a very brief moment (that I was suddenly unable to capture) Youtube glitched and these two videos had their thumbnails swapped. Here is my recreation below:

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We stan Science Elephant in this house.

nidhana my beloved 😌

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Have some Yujo

I have the desire to completely change my art style again so reply with some pictures of your wols and ocs and I'll practice with em!!

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Sundered Soul Sagas is on AO3!

I have uploaded the whole of Sundered Soul up on AO3 for easy ebook downloading and reading!

Click here!

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The trick for enjoying {X} is avoiding the internet.

the trick for enjoying a new video game is avoiding the internet’s opinion on it 

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Cat Y'shtola, Carbuncle Alphinaud, Gerbil Tataru and Pero Roggo ✨

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Extra - About Yujo's Name

Yujo's given name is Yuyujo Yujo, as per normal dunesfolk nomenclaure. Her "Adventuing" name, was made by suggetion of her mentor, Nu'aka Pharos, a retured male viera.

It is simply her surname and her mentor's surname as proununced through a spirian accent. Making for Palms, which are a frequent tree in the archepelgo.

If your WoL chose their own name, how did they choose it?

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Thank you, our leaving actors.

Day 25 - Perpetuity Endwalker - Endwalker OC Azem, Hades, and Hythlodeus' Kinship

It's time for the actors of the Sundered Soul Saga to leave the stage. Thank you, Ascians. The Tireless Convicaton of the Unsundered World.

The aetheric sea has many names to many people, the lifestream, the farplane, amoungst many others. But there was a certain lack of ugency within it. Its inhabitants knew not but the wait to return to base aether and into the cycle of souls once more.

All souls were subject to this cycle. Even those from a time where an individual soul was a wellspring of aether.

In this realm, all were equal.

"So, this is it, huh?" a voice rang out. A soul, taking the form of a ball of aether, floated in the sea and took the form of a young man from the age of the achents with his hood down. His light purple hair shone in the light blue realm of the dead. "Any regrets, Hades?"

"Plenty." A second ball formed into another anchent. A tired older young man with olive toned skin and very light blue hair. "You had it easy, Hythlodeus. You were part of Zodiark for all that time. I had to take the long way around."

There was a hint of a pout on his face.

"I also take umbridge with the fact that Hermes' meadling meant that I was reduced to a genocidal madman."

"Multiple time genocidal madman." Hythlodeus corrected, jokingly.

For a value of such an action in this realm, Hades closed his eyes and sighed. "Quite how you're able to joke about such things, I don't think I'll ever know."

"Well, I've had a lot of time to think about the brighter side of th-"

"Side of… what? You just suddenly stopped talking, that's not like you Hy-"

Hades realised what had caught Hythlodeus' attention and stood dumbfonuded.

"I- I don't beleive it…" he said, his voice quiet.

In front of them was the form of Themis; He who once held the seat of Elidibus and was the heart of the dark god Zodiark. He looked sheepishly as he stood in front of them.

However, it was the ancient that was standing behind him that caused the two to freeze in disbelief.

A feminine figgure dressed in the same robes as the other ancients with long blonde hair, a face marked with freckles and eyes as blue as the aether.

Hades could only sputter, "B-But how? You should-!?"

The figgure floated towards Hades who could only stammer as they approached him and held their hands out.

"W-What are you doing Eur-"

Just as he was asking that question. The figgure grinned, pulled Their head back and, grin extended, threw themselves foreward to clonk both of their heads togehter.

Themis and Hythlodeus could only stare, their faces blank from balking.

Hades yelped and pulled back, rubbing his head. "Wh-What was that for, Eurydice?!" Hades shouted as he rubbed his head.

The figgure, Eurydice, put their hands on their hips and scoffed playfully.

"Oh, where do I even start?! Maybe when you allowed yourself to get hoodwinked by Hermes? Or maybe we can start back with that argument we had before Auntie did what she did."

"I… I… much rather we didn-"

"Oh, How about the 'multiple' evil empires you were running, largely to punch holes in the planet big enough to make it need to eat the reflections? I think that one is pretty bad. And let's not even BEGIN to start talking about what you put that poor little me through."

Hades looked defeated. "I… I know… I lived a thousand, thousand lives and all of them were nothing short of-"

He was cut short by Them hugging him.

"Don't. You suffered so much for so-so long."

A million lifetimes of grief welled up in Hades, his face breaking from the mask that he had carried for so long. His hands twitched as he reached out and grabed hold of his dear friend.

Eurydice smiled and simply rubbed the top of his head.

"You did well, Hades."

"So," Hythlodeus started with a wide and mischevious grin on our face. "Where to first?"

Eurydice thought for a moment, opened their mouth to say what they thought, paused, pulled away from Hades, and then smiled.

"What do you say, Hades?"

Taken aback by the question. Hades took a moment to think about his answer and then smiled.

He threw back a laugh and pointed heavensward.

"Second Star to the left, my friends, and stright on 'til morning!"

Eurydice smile shone as They grabed both Hades and Hythlodeus' arms, and ran as fast as they could take them. With that, the three friends made their way across the world of the aetheric sea, and onto adventures in perpetuity.

For, in heroic defiance of the very title the sagas are given, they are never truely the Final Fantasy.

Sundered Soul Saga: Final Fantasy XIV The End

"Yet Stand tall, My friend Our Journey will never end"

= = =

To the makers of this wonderful game, the community, the players, and the friends within the star, and without, Thank You!

Digee - Yujo Palms October 2024

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Look at this popoto.

(6.1)

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Sally forth, and drown

Day 17 - Sally 7th Astral Era (2.2) - Lord of The Whorl CW - None

As the battle with Leviathan approaches, Yujo's frustrations begin to bubble to the surface.

"And with a couple of more welds…" Cid muttered to himself as he applied heat to the last of the joining backet welding the two ships togheher "… and we are… done!" he said lifting the weldig mask up over his head.

He sighed and wiped his brow as he addressed Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn. "OK, Admiral, That's us done. It's an absolute bodgejob, but perfect is the enemy of not being absolutly ahnialiated."

"Thank you, Master Garlond. I just hope it will hold long eough."

She turned around to face the party of adventurers, of which included Yujo, who had been fiddling with her bow and not paying much way of atetntion.

"We should be able to make it to where Leviathan has been summoned to without too much difficulty. I will not mince my words. This will be a long and arguious battle, and if we are all still here by its end then that will be nothing short of a miracele. But, I suppose with the woman who has made sport of slaying gods on our side, we might just be able to have ourselves that miracele."

It took a moment for Yujo to realise that she had been refered to. "W-What?"

Sudenly the rest of her party began to chime in, singing her praises.

Yujo didn't need this. She already felt uncomferable around Chief Admiral Bloefhiswyn and she certainly didn't need her drawing attention to her.

'Yeah,' she thoguht glumly, 'Thanks a whole bunch, Admiral.'

She genuenily didn't get how she was able to stare the entire rouge's guild's armory worth of daggers into the admiral's back and get away with it. At this point, she was beginning to wonder if she was doing this deliberately.

She could have 'sworn' that she had mentioned to the admiral that she was from the Spiran Archapleago at least once to her. Was she that ignorant of her plight? How could she have been? Only two and a half years ago, she gave Yujo the order not to leave the inn after she was drugged and nearly kidnapped by nerdowells aligned with Madison.

Eventually, a stress adiled Yujo could only agree with herself that this was 'not' worth bothing about. If it was ignorance, fine, let the big important admiral shoot first, and ask questions maybe when it's convient some time in the summer when she's had her precious coffee.

If it was deliberate?

Admiral Bloefhiswyn could then just screw off right into the middle of the sahagan's spawning grounds for all she cared.

"We're ready to sally forth, Mam." Marshal Slafyrsyn confirmed with a salute.

Thanking the Roegadyn and dismissing him, Merlwyb addressed the party.

"I only have these words for you: Go warily, for the sea is an unforgiving place to wave war. May the Navigator guide you through the storm, and espeicaly you, Warrior of Light."

Making their way to the boat, the party passed the Admiral and the rest of the present Maelstorm officers who saluted them.

Left aghast by the Admiral's actions. All Yujo could do as she passed her was shoot her a dirty look before leaving.

Even if it was just for a moment, Merlwyb's ironcast demenor wavored, something Slafyrsyn picked up on imediately.

As the Maelstorm officers left to their stations, Slafyrsyn made himself known to Merlwyb.

"A gil for your thoughts, Admiral?"

Merlwyb sighed, "It is probably nothing but… What do you think of Ms. Palms' demenour?"

"Truthfuly, I have to admit that I have seen her… sething, might be the word for it, in your presence. I have no idea why, however."

"Thank you for your honesty, Marshal." she said, as she was left to her thoughts and waiting for the return of The Whorleater.

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A moment between twins

Day 30 - Two Heads Are Better Than One Heavensward: Soul Surrender (3.4) - Beneath a Star-filled Sky

After recovering from the devistating battle with Titan and with their thoughts stuck on the cataonic kobold child. Alisaie and Alphinaud finally have a chance to talk to each other and have a frank conversion about their paths and the young woman who has become a cornerstone of thier lives.

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"Hey. Do you have a moment?"

Alphinaud looked up from the partchment on wich he was writing his report regarding the matter of Titan's latest summoning to see that Alisaie had been looking over him.

"Oh.. S-Sister." he said, still not quite used to seeing his sister as regularly as he had been since before his time in Ishgard. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Alisaie signed. "Listen, and I need you to not don't laugh at me when I ask this. I-Is it ok for me to be here?"

That question took Alphinaud off guard. He put the pen down and stood up. "Alisaie, what brought this on?"

"It's just…" Alisaie held onto her arm. "After what happened with Ga Bu, and everything. I feel like I screwed up massively, and not for the first time… I..."

The image of Yujo sitting catatonic at Camp Dragonhead in his mind's eye made Alphinaud take a deep breath, and put his hand on his sister's sholder.

"Alisaie, I am going to make this clear. 'None' of the people in that hall are perfect, me and Yujo included. They 'all' have their pains to bear and sins that will haunt them."

"What?" A look of shock crossed Alisaie's face as she looked over Alphinaud's sholder to see the Warrior of Light conversing with Horay Boulder and Coultenet.

She couldn't quite comprehend it. The lalafell that was laughing like she had not a care in the world?

"I, I don't beleive you. Her? She looks like a million gil!"

Alphinaud shook his head. He then went on to catch his sister up on everything after the bloddy banquet. Of the miseries that had befallen Yujo, doing his damnest to include everything about his contiribution to her mental breakdown.

"Seven hells…" Alisaie barely wispered, taking stock of everything.

Alphinaud nodded, a look of sadness painted on his face.

"She is remarkably good at keeping her inner termoil to herself. Almost too good, if I was being honest."

His sister hummed in agreement.

"My point is you are not alone when you ask that. Let me be clear Alisaie, It is perfectly fine." He sighed, "Actually, I'm glad you decided to join us. I…genuinely don't want something like the Crystal Braves happening ever again and…"

A wry smile crossed Alisaie's face. "… you would prefer if I was around to nail your feet to the ground, so you don't float away?"

"Er. Yes, as matter of fact." Alphinaud admitted, coughing as he did so as he looked over to Yujo. "I made a vow to Yujo that I would never go back to being that stuck up child, and I intend to keep it."

The smile softened. "I wonder what Dad would think about all this?" she thought out loud.

"You mean besides-"

"Besides the whole 'being incandecently angry that we're following in Grandfather's footsteps' thing, yes." Alisaie quickly amended.

All Alphinaud could do is shrug.

"Honestly, Alisaie, I had to quickly stop thinking about him whilst we were at Camp Dragonhead. The thought of what he would say to me if he ever found out would have driven me mad."

"I guess that makes sense, what with the whole private army thing, and all."

"…Quite."

Alisaie playfully punched Alphinaud in the arm, causing him to yelp, rub his arm, and ask "What was that for?"

"Just nailing your feet to the ground." her smile widened a little as she walked towards the Warrior of Light's group to strike a converstion with them.

Alphinaud sighed with a smile. Aware, and happy, that the quiet days at the Rising Stones were coming to an end.

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The Vault of The Singer (Chaotic)

Day 29 - OD3 - Christmas Endwalker - Endwalker

CW : Crackfic, Light Swearing.

Another Time, Another Place: Yujo and the Scions prepare to take on the one primal that refuses to remain unsummoned. She who will plauge every 6th Umbral Moon without fail. Whose siren songs drive mad the comman market man. May the twelve have mercy on the Scions!

"So, are we ready, then?"

The Scions stood outside of the Rising Stones, preparing their equipment and provisions for the battle that was to come. Everyone nodded in agreement with Alphinaud's question when Yujo let out a hagared sigh.

"Why are we doing this. Again?"

Everyone looked at the Warrior of Light who was fidiging with the sports tape that was wrapped around her hands.

"I mean this primal just shows up out of nowhere! No one can even figgure out where it comes from! It doesn't even do normal primal things. All it does is sing its song insessently, annoying the hells out of anyone who shops at the markets."

She shook her head.

"It's like it is some wierd anti-moniterist weapon that targets any source of commerce. But its less a warmachina and more like a giant whoopie coushion."

Another sigh escaped her tiny mouth.

"This is not how I wanted to spend my nameday for the forth time in a row…"

The mood became a little sour as the rest of the Scions all looked at each other akwardly.

Then, she sighed. "Rowena, right?"

They nodded.

"Oh, godsdamnit…" she uttered. "Come on. Let's get this over with…"

= = =

The scions walked into the abandoned, frost covered grounds of the Akh Afah Amphitheatre. Water aether gathred as ice crystals, crackling as it pooled around the scions.

"Get ready, everyone! Here it comes!"

They drew their weapons…

= = =

Bob hummed his sad hum as he waddled over to the music player. The pumpkins weren't even put on sale yet but he had held off corporite on this matter as long as possible. Have it their way, the stupid thing would be on loop after the summer vacation ended.

To a certain extent, he thoguht to himself, he would have been forced to put the CD on loop for the whole year.

"Stupid bastards. 'Oh why is everyone shoping online?'. Yeah, real fricking mystery, you idiots. Christ in Hell, I need to quit this job, already."

Bob- Not noticing, or caring to notice, the black misama that attempted and failed (as it had done with every member of his species on this godsforsaken planet) to make him a blasphamy- cussed his cuss as he put the CD in the player, pressed the well warn in buttons untill he reached the right track, set the player to repeat-one.

Taking care to mind for his own- nonexistant- mental health, he put his earphones in set them to noise canceling, and then pressed play on the cd player.

= = =

The primal took its form, a woman this author will call of 21 years out of politeness, dressed in the atire of the Saint of Nymeia. She raised her hand, causing a microphone to appear in her hands.

The primal, the FrostSinger, had arived.

"IT'S TIMEEEEEE!"

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Crystal Brave, Crystal Fool

Day 28 - Deleterious Meaning: harmful often in a subtle or unexpected way

ShadowBringers (5.0) - Before Lv 70 : "The Syrcus Trench" Spoilers for Lv 79 : "Extinguishing the Last Light"

CW: Light body horror.

Alphinaud returns to The Crystarium to give one of his regular reports when he finds The Crystal Exarch colapsed, suffering from an afliction which calls to mind a fellow from his homeland that he had thought lost.

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Alphinaud gulped down the nervous energy that was welling up inside him. He had been stationed in the area surounding Eulmore for the last three months and had made his way back to the Crystarium for supplies and to apraise the situation in Kholusia with the exarch and the captain of the Crystarium Guard.

The Crystarium gave him memories of Sharlayan, and not particlaruly pleasent ones at that.

Of course, the two city states couldn't be any diffrent. As far as he- and the other scions who had been wisked away to The First- could tell, The Crystarium's only mission was one to save what little life was left on the light-blighted star-reflection. Sharlayan was more…

Alphinaud was caught up in his own thinking for a moment as the word came to him.

… Egocentric.

"Master Leveilleur."

He turned to see the captain of the Crystarium Guard, Lyna.

"Oh, Oh good afternoon. Captain." He said, minding his mannors. "Is everything alright?"

"Perfectly fine." Lyna said, matter of factly. "The Exarch is waiting for you in the Ocular. I am on my way to report to him as well." she said, basically telling Alphinaud that she was walking with him.

Walking past the barrier with the Viis by his side, Alphinaud felt a little short, by comparaison. He also didn't quite know how to strike up conversation with the woman. She was very matter-of-fact about everything. Even more so than the average citizen for the first, for whom a swift and painful death- to say nothing of the horiffic unlife in the form of a sin eater- was all but garanteed.

The walk to the Ocular was a quiet one. Nether side quite willing to talk to the other. For his part, Alphinaud wondered what the captain had to make of these bizzare visitors from whence the Exarch came.

The guard at the door of the Ocular welcomed the two through and opened the door.

And saw the Exarch colapsed on the floor, the sounds of crackling crystal poping from his huddled form.

Without thinking, the elezan boy rushed towards the exach with his carbuncle already summoned, ready to augment his healing artes.

"No, Stop!" Lyna cried out, pushing Alphinaud aside and runing towards the Exarch, pulling out a viel of liquid from her sachual and bending over to force it into the Exarch's mouth.

Alphinaud could only watch as the Exarch shouted out in pain before it subsided and he colapsed into slumber. He culdn't help but notice the inside of the Exarch's hood in the confusion.

Ears. Mi'quote ears.

After the moment had passed, Alphinaud offered to help the captain take the Exarch to his quarters, which was rebuffed, all be it with gratitiude, as she took the Exarch into her arms like a parent holding a child, and walked out of the Ocular.

As he watched the sight. Gears began to turn in Alphinaud's head.

= = =

Alphinaud waited outside the door of the Exarch's quarters, one of hundreds in the apartment building on the far side of the Crystarium's grounds. He pet his carbuncle as he waited for the captain to be finished with the Exarch.

The door opened. Lyna walked out and saw the Elezen sitting on the ground.

She sighed. "The Exarch wishes to speak to you. In private."

With that he stood up and thanked Lyna, who merely waved him off as she walked away, and walked into the Exarch's quarters.

It was the same as all the other rooms in the residential area of the Crystarium, a studio aprtment with a living area and an area for sleeping and clothing. The exarch lied on top of the bed, the crystaling sores that covered his body far more obvious due to his nightclothes.

The Exarch look up with a smile. "Oh, Master Alphinaud."

Alphinaud didn't share the same joyous look as he walked to the chair that had been placed to the side of the Exarch's bed and sat down.

"You're suffering from crystal stasis." he stated planely. "The fatal state of aetheric shock that slowly petrifies the aflicted. The crystaliation happens as a result of the atheric imbalance caused by prolonged exposure to the Crystal Tower and subsiquent currouption of one's reserve of aether. One of the more intresting complications that sufferers of crystal statis is the fact that it insidiously hijacks the body's recovery system to spread. This means that attempting to heal the aflicted with conventional recovery artes will only make things worse."

The Exarch looked at the elezan with concern.

"That is the basic summation of some of the research a colleague of mine wrote on the Crystal Tower. It is a bitter irony that he never got to see his research proven true. He sealed himself inside the tower to prevent it from being abused after a voidsent of great and terrible power nearly breached through onto our star with it ."

"That… That is unfortuante." The Exarch said, biting his lip.

"The episode was a rough one for the Warrior of Light. Another friend she lost in a chaos that very nearly consumed her. It is a tale I take no pleasure in ensureing my part in it is not embelished." Alphinaud said, his eyes closed.

The Exarch said nothing.

"Exarch, I will be forthright. And if I'm wrong in my assumptions about your identity then I can only appologise. But when you do summon her to the first, the warrior of light will play along..."

He gave the Exarch a cutting look.

"...But Yujo is 'not' going be ignorant. I understand you have your reasons for keeping your identity secret, but- and I say this with complete sincerity- it will only serve to hurt the both of you to keep the charade for any longer than is entirely nessasary."

The Exarch looked down at his body and closed his eyes. His hood deflated slightly.

He sighed. "I understand, Master Leveilleur, and I will take it under advisement."

Alphinaud stood up. "I understnad that this is not the time to talk of matters in Kolusia. I will take care of my business first and when you've recovered enough, I will give my report in full."

The exarch smiled. "I look foreward to it."

With that, the Scion gave his excuses and left the Exarch to his thoguhts as he looked at his crystalised hand.

He could feel the crystal as it very, very slowly took more of his body.

"Not yet. I have waited too long for my body to fail now… I endured it for this long. I can do so for a little longer."

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"Juggle my what, now?"

Yujo Palms - Lalafell

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Let me spin you the tale of Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn and the three feet of anger she left in the lurch twice.

See, Spira, where Yujo is from- think the Canaries to Limsa's Spain- was not spared the devistation of Dalumund. Quite the opposite. People and beloved Wild Chocobos died and a lot of buildings were wrecked.

Of course, the island was under Limsa protectorate so any money to help in the rebuilding would have to come from them.

Only, it didn't.

The perition for relief funds didn't even make it to Merlwyb's desk.

Then, some five and a half years later, one of the lalafell from Spira makes quite the name for herself, sigle handdedly (so they say) took down Gaius van Belsair and his Metal Gear. They're having a banquet for some reason or another- something to do with Ishagard and dragons- when all of a sudden all hells break loose, The Sultana of Uldah is dead, Her knight in waiting just bisected the man who all but admitted to orchestrating the treason but not before he incriminates the lalafell woman who just saved the realm, and one of her friend's private militiamen just lopped the knight in waiting's arm off.

Merlweb makes for her musket, but allows herself to away to the safety of Limsa (as does Kana-e to gridania)

When Yujo eventually recovered and the made her way to Gridania, she was offered a recognition of innocence and granted a favour. She was instated as a member of the twinn adders at the rank she had been in the Imortal Flames, and allowed to mediate with the conjuring guild.

When she made her way to Limsa to get help saving Rahbaun, Merlweb offered similar provisions and boons.

Her request?

"Don't. Just don't. Leave me alone."

This one way animosity lasted all the way to Merlwyb's parlay with the Kolbolds.

Does your WoL hold onto grudges?

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Paradigm

Day 27 - Memory Endwalker - Endwalker

CW - Depiction of a character's mental facilities slipping and related existntial horror.

Elidibus x OC Azem (Plutonic)

The sundered mind of Elidibus is always watching. Never sleeping, never stopping. For theirs is a loney- and madening- existance.

I have been sunderned. Split fourteen ways, and banished to the moon.

Why. Why did she do it? Were the trails and tribulations The Final Days not enough for her? Was our suffering not sufficant?

Did she not know her charge was in the direct path of her majicks?

Did she even care?

Oh, Eurydice. To the last, you were determined to fight fate- Catching the blade of Hydalin's spell with your bare hands- and maybe in another, better time, that would have- no, it 'would' have been enough for you to put an end to this madness. Even if we didn't see eye to eye on this matter, I believe that to be so. I only wish it hadn't destroyed your kinship with Hades before your predicesor stole everything from you.

Stole everything away from us.

Hate filled witch.

Let her rot away in her light. We shall not cast our shadows in definace.

= = =

I am made further whole. Hades has done well to join the shades with the source. Though I will never be complete again- the Thirteenth shade forever a twisted dark-star- I will soon grow strong enough and I will shatter the woman of light's bonds.

Then I'll bring them back.

Bring them all back;

The souls that rest within me, the souls lost to sheild the star from madness…

…

Them…

Oh, Eurydice. I… I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that this ever got to this point.

But I will make it right.

Even if I have to wake for a million million lifetimes of the half made-men.

= = =

The Fifth shade has been rejoined.

Good. Good.

…

Their…

Their face!

I- I can't remember Their face!

I CAN'T REMEMBER THEI-

= = =

Emet-Selch has a new empire. Good for him. How long he will play pretend before he sends this one crashing into the ground? The half-made men's children playing with glass and setting fire to ant-nests are at least swift by comparison.

The headache returns.

Annoying.

Lahabraha has absconded, again. A frustration. Maybe its time to have him consumed, his energies better used to see if a seventh rejoining will have any effect on these barrirors that hold me.

The headache. Again.

Why am I plauged so?

= = =

The first shade has become flooded with light. Curse Emet-Selch for his incompitence! He should have never let the two half-mades execute their plan without him being there to ensue it would work successfully.

I will go to the first. I need to have the half-made men uderstand that theirs is a blighted existance, and their fate is a mercy.

I will start with the 'heroes' whose medeling brought this incident upon us.

= = =

I have issued my orders to them. Go, and spread chaos and tip The Source into needing to sup on the aether of their previous home world. Only in destruction lies the joy of rebirth though I.

= = =

A lalafell girl on a tropical island off the coast of Limsa.

…

Why does my head hurt so? I can barely function. Is she doing something to me?

I will send him to finish her off.

I must continue my vigual in peace.

= = =

Ardbert failed. Not only that, but they all failed. Now they are lost in the coridor of time. I have no way of determining when they will appear again.

This must be Hydalin's doing.

Acursed Witch.

Not even the rejoining of another shard makes me happy anymore.

It's all static.

Static consuming parts of my mind. Unimportant parts, memorys of the old world. I will have all the time to recall my home when it is remade.

And yet, in all of that, my head still hurts so.

= = =

Lahabraha is dead! Fool! Stupid Obsessed Fool! Our resources dwindle and I needs a means to put this matter to the sword!

Thankfully Ardbert and his party re-appeared before … that lalafell … started to meddle in our afairs. It is time for them to get this right and to put an end to the odious creature once and for all.

= = =

Everyone's gone. My Warriors of Darkness, the remaining unsundered, even the once legion of sundered- imprinted with the memories of my people- have been dwindled to nothing.

I must take action.

I need to put paid to the lalafell at once.

She is no better than her goddess. Her awful… Sav…

W-what am I saying? Who, now?

The Lalafell. Right. Right…

I will raise my sword, and strike her down. With the Warrior of Darkness dead, I will finaly save the… the princess…

Wait. who is the princess? Were they a princess?

Yes… yes! That is correct. They are a princess, one with a heart of both a prince and a princess. They will see that everything I did was for them.

Soon.

Soon. Everything will be made right.

= = =

I float in the aetherial sea, my memories returned to me after I relinquished my mortal soul. And I only wish I could fade to nothing faster out of sheer embarasment for my acts.

When was it that I should have stopped?

Could I have stopped? Was I doomed from the start?

Well… It is all academic anyway. Of no intrest to the dead.

Dearest Yujo. I am sorry for everything. For my desires to see your end and for everything else.

Please, I beg you.

Deliver the star- and all its reflections- from of their woes, for the sake of every-

…

I feel a presense here.

I turn, for a value of shuch in this theoretical plane, and see Them.

Their blonde hair, freckles and eyes a blue as aether.

Impossible.

I can feel my throat close up as a thousand, thousand lifetimes of grief comes spilling out.

Eventualy, they smile.

"You did well."