Cardia Lemieux looked around at the quaint countryside around him.  He had
been removed from the world for so long, he had forgotten so many of its
beauties... and mysteries.  In the distance, the land was marred by a black
scar: the remains of Kefka's tower.

Pulling his wide-brimmed hat to shade his eyes from the sun, he gazed at
the tower for a few moments.  No, it wasn't his imagination.  The red glow
was dim, but still present.  Once it faded, he would be trapped on this
world until his death.  How many of his kind had been sent to help rebuild
the world?  If he was the only one, then the battle couldn't be finished
yet.

Before entering this world, he was given certain knowledge... that Kefka's
rule had been thwarted by a group of heroes, and that he was supposed to
meet them.  Unfortunately, he had no clue why.  Not yet, anyways. It would
come to him with time.  Most things did.

Cardia began down the hill, towards the tower.  If the heroes were gone
already, he would still be able to find them.  Again, he had no clue how,
but he knew he would.  Was it fate, or...