After stocking up on supplies in SanD'oria, buying all the foods, drinks, and anything else they would need, the brave adventurers Erwing and Aiesha set out with Xylester to assist him in the completion of his quest.  He was being sent to Ghelba Outpost to take on Ceyrce himself, but he was not yet strong enough to do it alone.

     Erwing is the Dragoon of the party.  He is a very powerful man who is constantly using that power for the greater good.  He is also always accompanied by his trusty companion, Firewing.  Together, Erwing and Firewing form a force to be reconed with.

     Aiesha, on the other hand, isn't so strong.  She has more levels of experience than Erwing, but is still unable to match his skill, for she is a White Mage, the healer of the group.  She is also very kind, taking many chances to help people, just as Erwing does.

     And last but not least, there is Xylester.  He, too, is a White Mage, but is much less experienced than Aiesha.  He is sent on this quest, but is too weak to come near completing it on his own.

     After renting a few chocobos, the group rides out into Ronfaure.  AS they ride towards Ghelsba, they remain fairly silent for a while, until Erwing speaks up.  "I remember when I was sent on this very quest, many months ago.  I had a very powerful Paladin come with me to do this battle.  It was over in no time at all!"

     "Yeah, I remember that day.  You were psyched up about becomming a Dragoon," said Aiesha.

     Erwing nodded and replied, "That's right!  But I really didn't expect for my job as Dragoon to come as far as this.  I was so sure I'd just quit altogether after losing Min."

     Aiesha look over at Erwing, sadly saying, "She was amazing... I'll never forget her.  I miss her a lot."

    "Yeah... I do too, I loved her very much..."

     "I'm sorry, Er..." Aiesha said gently, patting his back in comfort.

     "It's alright.  I have to get over it, anyway.  Thanks, Aiesha, your support means a lot to me."

     "You're welcome," she said with a smile.

     "Well, here we are.  It's about time we get ready.  I say we should avoid the orcs and go straight to our destination," Erwing said as he dismounted his chocobo and entered Ghelsba.

     "That would be much easier for us," Aiesha said.

     "So. . . .  Exactally how are we going to do this?" Xylester asked innocently.

     "Just stand back and watch.  Aiesha and I will take care of Ceyrce for you," Erwing said with a smirk.

    The party runs through the large and densely populated Ghelsba Outpost.  The orcs seem to avoid them though, so they easily and quickly reach their destination...an old abandoned hut.

     Erwing approached the hut, then said to Xylester, "Mind going in first, since this is your quest after all?"

     "Sure thing!  Get ready!" Xylester said excitedly as he entered the hut, followed by Erwing and Aiesha.  As they entered the hut, they immediately saw Ceyrce.  But before they could even draw their weapons, the Captain of the Royal Guard of SanD'Oria jumps out of nowhere and struck at him.  Ceyrce saw the attack and jumped out of the way, drawing his sword to retaliate with an attack of his own that sent the knight flying to the ground.  The knight lifted his head just in time to see Ceyrce fleeing out of the hut.

     "Go!  Get him before he escapes!" the knight yelled at the group, who was still stunned at the scene before them.

     "Don't worry, we're on it!" replied Erwing as he took off chasing Ceyrce with the rest of the party close behind.  Ceyrce had stopped in a clear field and began to glow as the group approached.  Suddenly, in a bright flash of light, Ceyrce was gone, and in his place was a large, grey dragon.

    "What the...  Get ready guys, it looks like he was able to transform," Erwing said as he drew his lance from its holster on his back.  With that, Aiesha began casting protective spells upon the party, and Xylester sat down to watch the fight.

     After a quick thank you, Erwing charged at Ceyrce the dragon with Firewing right beside him.  Ceyrce reached out at Erwing with his claws, but Erwing jumped high into the air, dodgine the attack, and landing an attack of his own on his way back to Earth.  "This should be fun," Erwing said quickly as he began swinging and thrusting his lance at Ceyrce, landing nearly every blow and dealing massive damage quickly.  He and Firewing both attacked in unison, dodging attacks together and taking every blow that connected.  Erwing suddenly jumped very high into the sky, almost out of sight to Aiesha and Xylester, and came crashing down upon Ceyrce.  The dragon screached and retaliated with a swipe from his tail, nailing Erwing right in the back and knocking him to the ground.  Erwing quickly jumped back up, thrusting once again at Ceyrce.  Aiesha and Xylester watched in amazement as Erwing and Firewing beat down upon Ceyrce in complete unison.  When she became awae of how hurt Erwing really was, Aiesha shot off a few quick healing spells to keep him going.

    "Okay, that's enough!  I'm ending this fight right now!" Erwing shouted as he drew back his lance.  The whole world seemed to stand still for a moment as Erwing and Ceyrce locked gazes.  Finally, Erwing unleashed his Penta Thrust technique, followed by Firewing's Gust Breath, dealing an extreme ammount of damage to Ceyrce and causing him to fall to the ground in a heap, morphing once again back into his Elvaan self.

     "Bravo, Erwing...Excellent job.  I'm impressed!" said the knight of the Royal Guard as he stood, leaned against a tree and still clutching his side where Ceyrce had wounded him.  He walked over to the maimed man and knelt beside him.  "Here, Ceyrce, take this," he said, pulling a vial from his pack.  "It will heal you, then we can take you back to SanD'oria... Everything will be okay, friend."

     "No...I wish to die in peace now... I allowed the dragon blood in my veins to taint me and cause me to become evil... I do not deserve to live after what I've done," Ceyrce replied weakly.  "Please... Forgive me for my transgressions..." he moaned before passing away.

     The knight closed his eyes and sadly said, "Goodbye, old friend... You are forgiven." Then he stood, facing the wyvern that Ceyrce had stolen from Xylester in the Meriphataud mountains upon its hatching.  "Now... This creature must DIE!" he screamed as he pulled his longsword from it's scabbard.  He held it back, preparing to strike, when a bright light shone upon the wyvern, and then upon Xylester.  The knight stared in amazement and said, "This cannot be... The Holy Crest?....."  He sheathed his sword again.  "A new Dragoon is born today..." he said as the wyvern glided over to Xylester.

     "This is what it's all about, eh Aie?" Erwing asked, looking over at Aiesha.  "We've done well, helping our friend unlock his potential to be a Dragoon."

     "Yeah... It's always touching to see our friends happy," she relied.

     "So, Xy, how do you feel?" Erwing asked, turning to face Xylester.

     "I feel great!  Thank you both for your help! Now I just need to decide on a name for it..."

     "Hehe, you'll think of one soon.  But, we have to go now," Erwing said with a nod towards Aiesha.  "Good luck, we'll see you later!"  Erwing, Aiesha and Firewing then started walking back to SanD'oria.  Their walk was very uneventful, they simply walked along, enjoying the scenery of the forests of Ronfaure.  They were almost reluctant to enter SanD'oria once they arrived, but Erwing decided that he needed rest after the fight.

     "Hey, Erwing, I had fun with you today," Aiesha said as they stood in front of the Mog Houses.

     "Yeah.  Me too... Maybe later we can go back out into Ronfaure and enjoy the scenery again.  Just us," he said, smiling warmly.

     "That'd be great.  But for now, get some rest, okay?"

     "Sure thing."

     "Good night, sweet dreams,  See you later!"

     "See you, and thanks!" Erwing said as he opened the door and entered his rent-a-room for a well-deserved rest.