Chapter 10: Quest for Light
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	There was a loud noise to the east, which woke Cecil.  The others
were asleep and resting peacefully, so he decided to investigate the noise
alone.  Grabbing his Obsidian Sword and his spirit shield, Cecil headed off
toward the trees... that was where the sound had come from.  First, though,
he noticed Tucker was gone.  Tracks led to the wooded area.
	He ran until he neared the closest tree, then pulled his sword
defensively.  It would do to proceed cautiously.
	"Probably just Tucker messing with those strange weapons of his..."
The full moon shed helpful light upon the situation, but failed him as he
entered amongst the trees.  There it was again... it sounded like...  He
drove to the left just as a fireball ripped past him, igniting a tree
behind him.  That was close, too close.
	Quickly regaining his footing, Cecil surveyed the scene.  Ahead, in
the middle of a ring of trees, was Tucker battling some form of spirit
creature wreathed in eerie blue flame.
	"You shall not have the Spirit Helm, metallic one.  it is for the
one of light and dark," Cecil heard a booming voice in his head, and could
tell that it was directed to Tucker.
	"I don't want the damn Helm, whoever you are, I just wanted to
sleep on that bed of pine needles and admire the stars, something that
can't be done where I come from."  Tucker's voice had an annoyed tone to
it.  In truth, that was all he had wanted.
	"Enough, rogue!  You bar thy mind from me, and thus I cannot
believe you."  With that the spirit dissipated and Tucker thought he was
free.  Until, that is, it reappeared as a mist around him.
	Cecil started to run to Tucker's aid, but some invisible force held
him at bay.  His limbs would not do what his mind told them.
	Cecil stared in horror as Tucker disappeared.  "TUCKER!" he
yelled, but no words escaped his lips.
	"Now for you, intruder, do you wish to open thy mind to me, or
shall I send you far away as I did the previous rogue?"  The voice again
came to him from somewhere in his mind.  "Yes, I can speak to you through
telepathy.  Now open your mind or suffer the same fate as your friend."
	He really had no choice.  This spirit, whatever it was, held him
completely in check.  "But how?"  Again, no words came from his lips, yet
he knew the spirit heard him.
	"Will it to be so."
	Cecil did as he was told.
	"WHAT?  It cannot be!  But how?  How?  I thought you were dead in
ancient times past!"  The voice was shocked and hurried now.
	Another voice joined the conversation before Cecil could respond
with questions of his own, a familiar voice.  "Cerebratan, you guard the
shield in waiting for him, yet you do not accept he is alive?  You are
smarter than that, my friend."
	The fiery spirit's voice now became even more frantic.  "Salvatar?
Is it you?"
	"Yes my friend, and this Cecil is indeed the one we have been
waiting for.  You knew he would come, we all did."
	Cecil now found the chance to speak up.  "Uh, what's going on,
and could someone let me move again?"
	"Salvatar, the spirit of the shield, responded.  "Cerebratan, let
him go.  He's who we are to help."  He "turned" to Cecil, "Sorry, Cecil.
He's too logical to see that you're the one of light and dark sent to save
us.  He's one of the spirits, specifically the one of the Spirit Helm."
	"Very well, my mind scan proves it, though logic fails me.  Accept
my help, great Paladin."
	Cecil took off his Dark Helm almost instinctively, and the Genji
Medallion started pulsing again.  The spirit Cerebratan stood motionless
as the Helm he guarded and Cecil's spun in unison above him, finally coming
together as one.  Then, he enetered the Spirit Helm.
	"Receive my power, Paladin, with this helm."
	Cecil placed the Helm upon his head, and everything went black.