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Every Day We Are Listening

The San d’Orian recruiter stamped a slip of paper. He took out a bright red ribbon from behind the window. With a warm wax stamp, he sealed the piece of ribbon onto the paper in a round shape. The recruiter slid the paper back over to Ky.

“Thumb print please. Quickly before the wax sets.”

Ky brought her right thumb up to the seal. This was it for her. She pressed down firmly, and the thought of never going back home did not even cross her mind. She lifted her thumb off of the warm crimson wax. The ribbon itself then was pressed with golden ink. It was the seal of the city, a shimmering crown flanked by a pair of lions wielding lances. 

The recruiter quickly took the paper to look it over. “Hm, very good. Take this slip, and head into these gates. Swiftly proceed into the residential area to receive your Moghouse assignment. Give this slip to your Moogle. It will assign you your training outfit, weapons and schedule.” The recruiter handed back the form. “Do not delay.”

Ky took the paper and walked away from the window. The looming portcullis was free for her to enter and her heart was racing. Taking a confident step, she crossed into the gate along with others clutching their slips and breathed her first breath of San d’Orian air as a registered adventurer of the kingdom. 

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Moving to a New Place

The only way she was allowed to live in San d’Oria was to enlist. 

The Kingdom had called for the able bodied to do work for the city, and would be given residence. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to finally get out of here, Ky thought, feeling restless like the youth her age certainly do. Her spirit felt like it would tear out of her if she did not leave her home. 

Home was lonely, home had nothing there. 

Ky’s mind was made up. It was time to go to the city. 

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The Start

When Ky felt like she was old enough, she left her home. People were always going north in their travels. People constantly wanting to go north reaching the castle city of San D’Oria. That is where she had to go. 

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The Plains of LaTheine:

The winds rolled through the plains of LaTheine Plateau. Ky**l felt the breezes billow through her dark hair and brown patterned skirt. It has been too long, she thought. The memories of this place were potent for her, even with the passing of time. Perhaps because she hardly came here now. But she is here now, to do this one last thing. 

Ky**l clutches a tiny wooden box close to her chest, as she takes careful steps closer to the edge of the ravine. 

“We’re here together again...” Her words in a quiet whisper. She was staring off into the space down in front of her, looking as if in a trance, her dark hair still flying from the wind. Silent seconds pass. The wind calms its brisk force for just this moment it seems. 

Tears begin to fall down her cheeks as she opens the box, overturns it, and dumps out the grey ashes over the ravine. As the last of the dust is carried off by the wind, she sinks down to her knees, her body folding over, letting the incredible pain of her action spread from inside of her. She closed the ornate box and brought it close again to her chest. Ky**l sobbed quietly by herself, on the plains of LaTheine, thinking of those green eyes that once were red.

When it was over, something else took began to wash over her. 

Relief.