Chapter 1: Beginnings
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He'd made it.
	Locke stood on the deck of the airship, staring back at the
crumbling tower of Kefka.  <_We_ made it,> he corrected himself.  All
of them.  He frowned.  <Where are they all?  They should be here...>
	Setzer was at the helm, he had to be.  But the others...
He began to feel a sense of panic.  <Ridiculous.  They must be below.>
He started to turn and froze.
	A ruby beam blazed into the sky from the southern continent.
From the site where Kefka's tower had once stood.  <What...?  But...
Magic is gone...>  He stood in shock, staring as the beam faded into
the distance.  The turbulence was getting worse.  He heard someone...
<Setzer?> speaking, but the words passed by him as he stood, entranced.
	A shout.  <Setzer!>  Crash positions?  He half turned and his
eyes went wide with astonishment.  The ground was approaching at an
incredible rate.  <Not again...>  Well, he wouldn't die yet.  He'd
survived the end of the world, after all.
	<Where is everybody?  Celes!  Where...?>  There was no time.
<I'm sorry...>  He took two steps and vaulted the rail, flinging himself
from the deck of the airship into the emptiness.  "Float!"
	Nothing.  <No magic...>  No Cherub Down either.  He was falling.
<How ironic...>  He'd lost track of the airship.  The ground was rushing
to meet him.  <No life magic either.  Looks like I'll be joining you,
Rachel.>  And then, he struck.  <Celes...>  He felt something, some
great weight on top of him, pushing him further into the ground, into...
	Blackness.