interesting.

Before anything could be done...before any planesmage could rebuild what damage has been done, something had to be done. The one that initiated the planal ruin had to restore the planes to how he, or she, last knew them.

Xion was the one that destroyed the planes. He holds his hands in prayer form, and starts mumbling. A restoration spell.


Soon, a lush landscape appeared beneath Xion's feet. Gran Da Val has been restored to what he had last remembered...sans X-I. Malta, Diesel, and Tia surround him. Rach nuzzles Xion's leg. "Xion!" Tia says, in her usual bubbly tone, and leaps on Xion. Xion trips over his tail and lands flat on his back, Tia on him. "You...saved us?" She says, almost confused?

"Yes." Xion nods. "I saved everybody that I could." Xion lets out a sigh, and doses off right in the grass.



Now the stage is set for a new chapter. The books were wiped clean, and rewritten. Anything is possible now, and things are all fine.


...or are they?


Since I was the one that killed the planes, Xion is a Planesmage after all. Xion was a planeswalker, but now is a planesmage. More abilities, more things he can do...but still same-old-Xion. Same-old-Tia. Same-old-Malta. Same-old-Diesel. Just a fresh outlook on the planes.

This happened just after the end of the first part of the game. I'm merely setting the scene.