Treasure hunters

21 Taurus

I woke up soaking in sweat. They say to see one’s defeat in a dream is the most terrible thing one can experience, and at this point, I would wholeheartedly agree. The dream I had in the night was anything but a pleasant one.

I told Carmen about this dream, as in it, she was the first one to be defeated. Nonsense, she decided. How would she, the powerful Carmen with fists of fire be defeated first? Surely it would be some fantastic dream.

But it had felt real. We were fighting a woman named Milleuda. I already felt going into those ruins that we were ill-prepared. And I had been right. There were thieves, and white mages who were drawn to the black arts. I didn’t think it was possible.

What harm could they do, Argath had even blurted out, they’re white mages. The worst they could do was to hit him over the head with their staff, or throw rocks. I clenched my own staff and gritted my teeth. I was certain that he wanted to experience first hand how hard a white mage could swing her staff…

But then, everything went downhill. In the brigands’ den, all of us fell. All of us. First Carmen, then Argath. Then Greg and myself. And as I lay dying, I saw the most peculiar thing. We turned into treasure chests and crystals. Carmen just vanished before my dying eyes.

Mandalia Plains

It took me a while to convince Ramza to go around the castle to practice a bit more. It took me until he and Delita were finished laughing.

Admittedly, it sounded strange, but there was no harm in honing our skills a bit more, was there? After all, Ramza had only just picked up the bow. Carmen had thoroughly enjoyed pummeling goblins to death, but she hadn’t done it long enough yet, and Greg was still getting used to blasting out fira spells without burning any of us to a crisp.

They all agreed. We were all squires, we were the martial pride of the Order of the Northern Sky – or at least we would be if we would stop chasing down goblins and then chasing down each other with stones, giggling and snorting, while the goblins lay bleeding to death and turned into… Treasure chests. And crystals.

Odd, that. How does that work, anyway?

I am Bathsua, the Sybil of Ivalice, and these are my memoirs.