Final Fantasy: The Chronicle Of Odin » Places

         "I truly wonder how someone wields this stone and possesses the power of a god… If you ask me, that is way too much power for one person to have. Even at that, summoner's hold the power of summoning "Avatars" which the practice to that has even been unknown. I wonder how much magic it takes to use the actual power without summoning? If you ask me, this 'queen' is far more fierce then she appeared"

'Why ever am I surprised?' Jaspon thought to himself sarcastically at Alsa's words. He rolled his eyes, then gave a quiet yawn. His uneven sleep over the past few nights was finally catching up with him, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist its call. Even as his mind continued to go over the dark feeling the Queen had given him, his eyelids were slowly descending and his body was becoming weaker. To the point where he was leaning on his staff, using it to remain standing. His eyes closed over for a moment, the darkness engulfing him, before a familiar voice pulled him from the slumber.

"...tremble as if she was reaching the darkness within me and grasping onto my fears but it may be over exaggerating. I do not know what happened in this region but we must be careful and don't take the queen lightly. As for this stone, Archives of the primal stones were erased. Power is too great for one person to know and some people kill themselves trying to get that power. The magic is simply too much which is what worries me even further. There are mages and then there are sorcerers…"

With the conversations apparently over concerning the stone for Jaspon, the teen straightened onto unsteady legs, his body swaying ever so slightly, and started towards his room. He noticed Alsa making her way to the Mi'qote. His eyes lingered on Halcyon for a moment before he started for his door again. Before he could reach it, Mobobo's voice found him again. He suppressed a groan and looked to her.

"Don't think about all of this too much. Answers will come but do be cautious of what occurs tomorrow…"

With that he pushed open his door and viewed his bed. It was a little longer than he was expecting, but this was the Elvaan kingdom. It made sense they would accommodate the taller race which dominated this nation, particularly in the palace. With a shrug, he leaned his staff on the wall beside the bed, took off his hat and bag and put them down beside it. He stripped down and lay down on the bed and covered himself. He managed to lay awake only long enough to wonder whether or not the nightmares would find him today before he was lost to the darkness and his dreams began.