2019-12-21: Tell it to the Wind

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  • Cutscene: Tell it to the Wind
  • Cast: Xantia
  • Where: A bluff on the Meria Boule coastline
  • Date: December 21st, 2019
  • Summary: Xantia decides to step off the path she's on, and must inform the one who set her on that path.


"Hey, um... this is... I don't really know how to tell you this, but..."

Odd. Why is she hesitating? Xantia usually doesn't have any problem saying what's on her mind, no matter what it is. Then again, this is a rather unusual situation. Winding some of her plentiful red hair around her finger, she pauses a moment, trying her best to mentally translate her feelings into words before speaking them aloud.

"Okay, so... this is hard, but I guess I'll just... say it." With a sigh, she lowers her gaze. "...I can't do this anymore. Somewhere along the way... well, I guess I just realized that this isn't who I am. Or, who I want to be. That if I'm going to be a hero, that... this isn't the way I want to do it."

She raises her head, eyes now looking straight ahead... at the bluff's edge in front of her, and the sea's expanse beyond it, stretching as far as the horizon.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you were actually here right now."


Since returning to Filgaia, Xantia had tried multiple times to use the Memory Cube to reach Carina Wynne, who nobody seemed to have seen at all when she asked around on Spira and thus was probably still on Filgaia. Her eternal optimism hadn't led her to assume anything bad happened - after all, a Superhero can take care of herself - but having no idea what had come up was vexing, all the same. Not just because she wanted to see her friend and Heroic Mentor again, but there was also a difficult discussion that she needed to have.

It was then that an old woman saw her walk away from the Memory Cube with a sad expression, and asked what was wrong. Upon learning the situation, the woman suggested: "Tell it to the wind. That's what we would do in the old days. We would travel to an elevated location where naught but the howling winds could be heard, and speak aloud that which we wanted to share with our far-away loved ones. If your heart is just, and your feelings are strong, then the winds of Fengalon will surely carry them to their proper destination."

It was a nice idea. Xantia certainly didn't have any better ones. And so she came here, to these seaside cliffs, in hopes that she could somehow reach an understanding with somebody regardless of the distance there might be between them.


Xantia stretches out her right hand, palm up, displaying the domino mask that she's worn whenever she would assume her heroic alter-ego, Mystery Hero X. It didn't conceal her identity in any meaningful way, she knew that as well as anyone. But it still felt like the act had meaning. It was a declaration of intent, cementing her determination to become a True Hero. She closes her hand around it, closing her eyes at the same time.

"It really meant a lot to me, you know? That a real hero would let me learn from them. And I do feel like I've learned a lot. For one thing, I've learned that there's many different kinds of heroes. I always thought that there was only one way, so all I had to do was learn that way, and I'd be a hero, too. But..."

Xantia opens her eyes, staring into the distance with a melancholy expression. "I guess the truth is that there's many ways that can lead to someone being called a hero. Including many ways that don't make any sense to me. Ways that I think make someone look more like a villain than a hero." A faint smile works its way onto her features. "Your way is still one of the best. So I don't regret any of the hero training we did together. It was a lot of fun. It's just..."

She pauses, looking down at the mask in her clenched fist. "...I think that, after some of the things I've learned about myself... I can't be that kind of hero. I feel like, if I got the chance... I would do things that a hero like you would never do. That's why... I'm going to stop my training. I need to do this my own way."

Raising her eyes abruptly, with a slightly frantic expression, she assures, "I'm not giving up or anything! I still want to be a hero, really I do! I'm just... going to stop trying so hard to be one. I think that the kind of hero I want to be isn't something you can train to be."

She falls silent for a time once again, turning her eyes back towards the horizon.

"...I only wish that... I could tell you this in person. I don't know where you are right now, but... apparently, if I do this, there's a chance my feelings will reach you on the wind." She regards the mask in her hand. "...Maybe if I do this, it will reach you too. Then I'm sure you'll understand."

With that, she raises her hand to the sky, and a fierce wind snatches the domino mask from her hand. "...I won't be Mystery Hero X anymore. From now on, I'm just going to be Xantia."

Seconds later, her expression changes to one of shock, and she stretches out her hand towards the mask, by now already far away from the coastline as it dances in the wind. "Oh no! This is littering! I'm sorry, Carina! I didn't forget that heroes don't litter, I promise!!"

Surely, feelings that strong will have no problem reaching their intended destination.