Cecil woke with a start.  His dream-father?

"Father!  Father, don't leave me now!  Father!"

"Cecil, journey to the Mount of Ordeals to where I before gave you my power."

"Father, But why?"

"You are needed...elsewhere.  Go, now, and prepare thyself."

"Father!  Why?  Prepare?  For what?"

But there was no answer.

In an almost trancelike state, as if compelled by some otherworldly force,
Cecil gathered his Crystal Armor, Shield, and Sword.  Leaving all but a few
necessary food items and a single elixir, he left in full Warrior garb.

                        *       *       *

Cecil landed the airship, which had been waiting outside the castle, at the
base of the mountain.  The trance broke, and he remembered that Rosa knew
nothing of his departure.  But somehow he knew there was no time to tell her.

The climb was as treacherous as before, but he easily dispatched the undead
legions found there.  Near the peak, he stopped, exhausted.  Yet there was no
time for relaxing - the otherworldly force pushed him along.

Again, trancelike, he entered his father's tomb.

"Cecil, my son, born of my blood, savior of the world, you are a true Paladin
of the light.  Now, another world is threatened - your world... the future.
You are needed."
Cecil walked to the room's center, and was engulfed by a blinding white
light...

But wait - The light was TAINTED!

And that voice... THAT VOICE!

Suddenly he was falling, engulfed in a now blood-red aura.  The words Zeromus
were on his lips.