Ten Years Ago…
“What’s the point in being a damn summoner when I cannot even summon?” I snarled at my master, as usual, he was calm, quiet, and unmoving, it was always impossible to read him. The walls of his dining room bounced the echoes of my enraged tone until it began to fade. Seymour acknowledged the echo’s disappearance, as if he were waiting for it to dissipate before letting his words run rampant. He looked up at me, slightly twisting his head to the side.
“Crystal, you are very young, the fact that you are even breathing is nothing short of a miracle. The fayth’s power takes a toll on you, physically and emotionally. Your training is far from over.” I grunted at his words. “Far from over? I prayed to the fayth! It accepted me. I’m one of the best mages in all of Spira and a member of the Macalania Temple, what else could I possibly be trained in?”
“Maturity. Your overconfidence is a large factor in the situation, you try to force it, but you must let it come naturally, just like the ice you weave.”
I sighed.
More training? Just what I need, I can never catch a break.
“If it’s not shooting ice shards at fiends or sparring, It’s school, studying, and praying. I’m running ragged here, Seymour! All I do is fight and pray and it’s killing me, I’m not a machina, I need sleep, friends, a life…” He slowly made his way over to me, taking my hand.
“Crystal…this training is what you wanted, I am making you a warrior, not just a mere summoner, you have so much potential, and you are gifted amongst others, most would have gone mad by now, but here you are. I won’t let you fail, I promise you that.” He gripped his hand tight around mine as he smiled, I trusted him completely. I put my other hand on his cheek, pulling him closer as our lips touched.
The door crashing open was enough for me to instinctively jump away from him, I spun around, staring at random art on the wall to avoid any sort of suspicion, I would never want to harm his reputation in any way. He is truly a great man. “Sir, a man named Baralai would like to speak to you.”
Present Day...
“Nap time is over, Crystella, we are almost to Kilika.” One of the guardians said, shaking me as I groggily slipped back into the real world. “Fine fine fine! Damn, I’ll be up in a minute.” I sighed. Out of the beach and into the jungle. Guess I can’t complain, I got accepted as a guardian, I’m assuming anyways, Lucille really didn’t give a direct answer, but I tagged along, no one has said anything yet, so I’m good…for now.
I rubbed my jaw, still sore from the incident.
I sat up, pulling out a torn, slightly crumpled piece of paper, I unfolded it, gazing at the faded ink:
1.Yuna
2.Paine
3.Gippal
4.LeBlanc
5.Dona
6.Tromell
I glared at the list, pen in hand, it looks like a revision is in order, depressing I couldn’t do the deed myself, and that I had lost track of those who had done me wrong in the past. With the exception of Gippal and LeBlanc, the others could already be dead. I crossed Yuna and Paine from the list. After a few scribbles, my new list is complete. Of course it will have to wait, but hey – something to look forward to.
1.Gippal
2.LeBlanc
3.Dona
4.Tromell
5.Eve
I grinned at the paper, tracing the markings with my finger.
“Hey, you with the guardians? They left without you.”
“Damn it!”
I walked outside, leaping off the boat. After asking around, I ran towards the direction a villager had pointed out.