[center][h2][i][u]Firion[/u][/i][/h2][/center][center][h3][url=http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Mist_Cave][i]Mist Cave[/i][/url][/h3][/center]
	`Maria... Leon... Guy...` Firion thought to himself, reflecting on those who were dearest to him.

	Unfortunately, Firion was unable to recall anything about his recent circumstances beyond the fact that he had been separated from his three closest companions. The last moments he clearly remembered involved the four of them running for their lives from imperial soldiers sent by the Empire of Palamecia. Under orders from the Emperor of Palamecia, the soldiers had destroyed the Kingdom of Fynn for its attempt at rebellion against their campaign of dominion, and the four youths had watched their homeland be burnt down and laid waste to. They were wounded, and that was the last instant that Firion had in his memories. Had he somehow been saved, or was this place he did not recognize proof that his soul had passed on to another world? Everything was murky, besides the fact that somehow he knew he possessed powers that he had no recollection of learning.

	Perhaps it was an emanation of the very clouded thoughts that consumed Firion's memory; maybe it was all a coincidence instead. Whatever the reason might have been, he found himself wandering a cave that was shrouded in mist. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but - somehow - he could feel a malevolent presence, as if something - or [i]someone[/i] - was watching him, even if there was no sensation that the owner of this presence was anywhere nearby. More than anything, it was just a feeling had deep inside of his very being -- not that he could begin to explain it or divulge why he felt this way. Nevertheless, the feeling persisting in the continuing moments that he tried - in all futility - to understand his situation. Despite everything, he carefully looked around the cave and seeked to assess a way out of here -- assuming one even existed.

	`No matter what happens... or how hopeless the future looks... I'll make my dreams come true!` Firion confirmed in his mind, finding his determination and passion for the future the only things keeping him moving forward now, `They [i]have[/i] to be alive!` he assured himself internally.

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	`What is... this place...?` Cecil thought, slowly walking through a warren city with no traces of life.

	From the very little he could make of his surroundings, the city was built around a palace; it had multiple levels, and was fortified by walls in a similar fashion to his homeland of Baron. In spite of this, there was not a single doubt in Cecil's mind that this was [i]not[/i] his home; in fact, he was somewhere that was completely foreign to him. He had only been here for a short amount of time, since no more than a few minutes had passed since he had woken in this place. For whatever reason, his memories were incredibly foggy; however, they were not entirely missing. Perhaps it was due to the significant awakening his soul had gone through in the process of becoming a Paladin, but Cecil was still able to - for the most part - vividly remember who he was prior to that transformation. What eluded him was the details of events that had taken place afterwards, though vague visions were coming into his mind as he got his bearings.

	`Rosa... Kain... I'll find you. You've my word on it.` he reflected within his mind, other people who were dear to him moving through his mind afterwards. He needed to locate everyone hastily, before anything terrible happened.

	Cecil took a deep breath as the rain - which somehow seemed to eternally shower the region - calmed him, still trying to make what he could out of the unique architecture of the city, looking for any clues as to where he was. There did not seem to be anything resembling residents in this place, almost as if he was walking through some sort of ghost town. He considered the possibility that this land was a victim of some sort of war, yet nothing even looking like a corpse could be seen anywhere.

	Besides his unusual whereabouts, something else was explicitly bothering Cecil right now -- a change within his soul. There was a distinct shift in the very fibres of his being ever since he had been - for lack of a better word, as he recalled nothing of how he got here - teleported to this place. Somehow, he could feel the power of the Dark Knight residing within him again, as if he was able to summon forth its power again even though he had cast aside the dark that once haunted him. Indeed, whenever he focused on it too much he almost felt as though his old armour and sword were going to materialize again.

	`Those days are behind me, so why does my soul waver...? I'll not yield my will again.` he thought, resolving himself.

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	`[b]Arise, Mog... You must hurry.[/b]` a voice echoed in the mind of the young moogle, who slowly opened his eyes.

	Mog looked at his surroundings, finding himself in a forest. It looked familiar to him, at least in the sense that it resembled the world he knew, but he was unable to completely tell where he was. What disturbed him more than anything was that - to the best of his recall - this place seemed too [i]alive[/i] to be his home. Had everything been a dream? Was all of that horrifying destruction and death nothing more than a nightmare that had now disappeared, and if so why had it felt so real? He had little time to answer these questions though, for the moment he became conscious he noticed the body of a dear friend laying against a tree close to him.

	"Terra, kupo!" he spoke as he rushed over to the blonde girl who remained unconscious.

	Very quickly, it became clear that Terra's life was in danger. While something that the small moogle would be incapable of understanding or having any knowledge of, their summoning to this place had been 'corrupted' somehow, and the process had affected all parties involved. Mog started to panic as he tried to understand what was happening, not being able to perceive how they had gotten to this place or where the others were.

	Just when the moogle had almost lost hope, he somehow felt like he knew what he needed to do. He was unable to understand why or how he knew this, and would even be incapable of explaining what had to happen if someone had asked him, but it was as if a presence within him had the answers. Mog slowly held out his little hand and touched Terra's forehead, causing a spiritual bond to form between the two of them that connected his soul with hers. While this action resulted in him dissipating from the material world, he remained within Terra and the danger to her life was ended. His life force was shared with her own and mended whatever damage had been done to her soul, returning her to normal in the process.

	"Mmmm..." Terra stirred slightly, still asleep.