The wandering minstrel sang out to them!

Wandering Minstrel:
Stray seeds quicken in ash’s grey embrace.
Valiant blades forged unter the Twelve’s good grace.

That voice, it is honey to my ears… Whose could it be?

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Why, what an unexpected turn of events! A bard sang out for our hero, and his heavenly voice gave her the will to rise again!

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Wandering Minstrel: “What say you, friend? Do you find despair in these words, or hope? More often than not, the meaning of prophecy lies in the hearts of those who hear it. So close your eyes, and envision the future you desire.”

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Wandering Minstrel: “Warrior of Light, to save Eorzea you must pray frevently for a brighter tomorrow! Unfetter your heart and embrace hope, and adventurers far and wide shall add their voices to yours!”

As Bahamut’s flames lay waste to the land, thousands cried out, certain that the end was nigh. But the Warrior of Light rose from the ashes, unburnt and unbroken. And she prayed.

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Wandering Minstrel: “Although none can know what is to come, I swear that you shall always have my support. I entrust the future of Eorzea to you, brave hero.”

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And so, heartened by the minstrel’s words, and emboldened by the prayers of many, the Warrior of Light felled the fearsome Bahamut with a single blow!

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The seemingly indomitable bahamut vanished in a brilliant flash of light! Once more, hope returned to the hearts of Eorzea’s people!

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Wandering Minstrel:
Unto chaos and despair came hope,
a dawn to banish the night.
A hero is come to our realm.
Hail the Warrior of Light!

Wandering Minstrel: “So long as this hero stands with us, the future of Eorzea shall ever shine bright.”


Afterwards, the Minstrel gave a prophecy for the next year, backstage:

‘Neath pillars of whorling strife,
founders the dross of despair.
O’er pillars of eddying life,
surge high the galed of prayer.

Flux and flow do the gyres,
joined by the crystal in thy keep.
Thy adamant spear bores steep entire,
thy argent blade cleaves oceans deep.

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