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Chapter 2: Memories

 

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Dagon slowly made his way through the dim, maze-like hallways of the temple, swiftly navigating around traps and dead ends. He hated that he could do all this so perfectly for it only proved how long ago it has been since he had been banished to this damp and lifeless dungeon. The only thing that had allowed him to withstand his sanity was hope. Hope... He had almost none left... but then... the male thief came. It seems odd that seeing someone, even as lowly as a tomb robber, could really remind him that the planet still had life. But... Tyloric was his only, real spark of trust now.

 

He has only really known the young one for only... a few sun movements and yet... the teenage male... had some sort of radiant power spawning from within himself... And strangely enough, he was having a difficult time debating weather the boy was Human... or Cetra.

 

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Tyloric merely gazed at the upcoming sunset. It was as if the sky were a painting all it own, a hanging portrait pinned down above the planet. But this time around, he was having a hard time focusing on the beauty of the colors as they swirled around each other. Ever since he had really focused on the image the Crystal of Kyis was projecting.

 

He had seen a girl in a dark red coat, with a pinkish blouse on. In her long brunette hair had been a ribbon that was a paler pink then her shirt. And then what he saw next had really caught his interest... Tied up in the ribbon had been the Materia of Light, which could only let him guess that she was to be the “Sacrificial Being”, which would summon Holy.

 

But something disturbed him, what could cause anyone to call upon such a power? The only thing that could really halt Holy would be... He didn’t know the name of it that was a secret only the High Priests of the Sacred Temple were aloud to gain such knowledge, he only knew that it was supposed to be “The Ultimate Power”, a name which never ceased to send chills down spine.

 

Ultimate Power... What could that possibly mean? He remembered stories that his mother used to tell him when he was little, about the unstoppable black magic and the greatest white magic. She used to tell him about how these two powers were destined to clash.

 

It was no secret to anyone about what the “Greatest” white magic was. But the black magic was kept a secret. It was said that once its powers were summoned, it would bring utter chaos, destruction… and even death.

 

He dropped the thought, no point in dwelling on it for no reason at all. He tried to remember other stories. His favorite story had been about the “Trio of Dragons”: Bahamut, Neo Bahamut, and Bahamut Zero, said to be the most powerful creatures in existence.

 

All though they were merely legends, the story always managed to bring a smile to his face.

 

“The Trio of Dragons...” He whispered to himself. “I wouldn’t mind meeting them...”