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|''White and red.'' A flurry of petals, falling upwards into the sky. ''Like rain returning to the clouds.''<ref>In 1562, twelve-year-old [[Ascilia]] had come to [[Ul'dah]] with her father, a [[Garlean Empire|Garlean]] double agent from [[Ala Mhigo]] with true loyalties to the Resistance. [[Warburton]] had learned of the existence of the [[primal]]s, as well as the Garleans' belief that the [[beastmen]] of Eorzea were soon to summon them. He likely came to Ul'dah to pass this information on to Resistance members hiding at the Gold or Silver Bazaar, where many Ala Mhigan refugees gathered. Unfortunately, Ul'dah was in the midst of a festival, so travel out of the city was restricted. Unable to find a carriage out of the city, he took the opportunity to enjoy the festival with Ascilia, who was hoping to watch a parade featuring a massive goobbue, bound by thaumaturgy, on its way to the [[Coliseum]] to face [[Greinfarr]] as the main spectacle at the Tourney of Beasts. Nearby, [[F'lhaminn]] was handing out flowers from a basket, and receiving one made Ascilia so happy that the miqo'te asked her to hand out the rest herself. In the middle of the parade, however, the goobbue broke loose of its magickal fetters, rampaging through the streets and eventually towards Ascilia. Warburton pushed his daughter out of the way at the last moment, causing the basket of flowers to be thrown as her father was crushed between the charging goobbue and a large, stone wall.</ref>
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|''White and red.'' A flurry of petals, falling upwards into the sky. ''Like rain returning to the clouds.''<ref>In 1562, twelve-year-old [[Ascilia]] had come to [[Ul'dah]] with her father, a [[Garlean Empire|Garlean]] double agent from [[Ala Mhigo]] with true loyalties to the Resistance. [[Warburton]] had learned of the existence of the [[primal]]s, as well as the Garleans' belief that the [[Beast Tribe|beastmen]] of Eorzea were soon to summon them. He likely came to Ul'dah to pass this information on to Resistance members hiding at the Gold or Silver Bazaar, where many Ala Mhigan refugees gathered. Unfortunately, Ul'dah was in the midst of a festival, so travel out of the city was restricted. Unable to find a carriage out of the city, he took the opportunity to enjoy the festival with Ascilia, who was hoping to watch a parade featuring a massive goobbue, bound by thaumaturgy, on its way to the [[Coliseum]] to face [[Greinfarr]] as the main spectacle at the Tourney of Beasts. Nearby, [[F'lhaminn]] was handing out flowers from a basket, and receiving one made Ascilia so happy that the miqo'te asked her to hand out the rest herself. In the middle of the parade, however, the goobbue broke loose of its magickal fetters, rampaging through the streets and eventually towards Ascilia. Warburton pushed his daughter out of the way at the last moment, causing the basket of flowers to be thrown as her father was crushed between the charging goobbue and a large, stone wall.</ref>
  
 
''Please come back to me, [[Warburton|Father]]. Please...''
 
''Please come back to me, [[Warburton|Father]]. Please...''

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White and red. A flurry of petals, falling upwards into the sky. Like rain returning to the clouds.[1]

Please come back to me, Father. Please...

Incense and unguent. I can’t breathe... She waited for the telltale rise and fall of his chest. Eyes closed, he looked as though he was asleep. Almost. I am not ready to say good-bye.

Burning. The desert sun baked the nape of her neck as she clenched her hands and stared at the liars.

Her father had warned her that Ul’dah was dangerous—that they must keep to themselves and avoid attracting undue attention. In the end, however, it was not an imperial agent who took his life, but a goobbue, freed from its magical fetters during a parade. An accident. My fault.

“I’m so sorry, Ascilia. I never thought... We never meant for...”

Her fault.

“I know this wrong cannot be righted, but I will make what amends I can, I swear to you.”

Murderer. It had been their scheme. They would stop the goobbue and become heroes to the people. No one was supposed to die.[2] But you will. All of you.[3]

Yet F’lhaminn weathered her curses and held her tighter. Even when it hurt you to do so. And though the hatred which once filled her heart did not vanish, it gave way to another sensation─a warmth Ascilia once thought lost to her.

Mother. It was solely a means to maintain the fiction. Her father’s Garlean spymasters still sought Ascilia for her father’s betrayal, but no one would seek “Minfilia,” an Ala Mhigan orphan adopted by an Ul’dahn woman seeking to fill the void left by her lover’s death.[4]

Just another lie, she told herself. Woven with the truth, but a lie nonetheless.

And then, one day, it wasn’t anymore.


“A nameday gift for my dearest Minfilia. Belated, I know, but in my profession, unexpected delays are only to be expected.”

The thrum of conversation in the Quicksand had masked the bard’s approach. Minfilia hastily put away the remnants of her reminiscence and turned to face him.

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Perpetually passing by, Thancred had drifted in and out of Minfilia’s life for years. He had been seventeen when they first met—five years her senior.[5] Or so he claimed. His carefree demeanor belied many secrets, not least his skill with a blade. The manner in which he had battled the creature which slew her father was proof of that.[6] Of course, he preferred a subtler approach when circumstances allowed.

“Minfilia?”

It is as much his name as it is mine, Minfilia thought wryly. He had all but chosen it. As they sat down together at the quieter end of the bar, she was struck by the intimacy of their collusion, and felt a flush creep up her neck.

The parcel she received for her eighteenth birthday contained a mythril dagger and a sealed missive. “From my mentor,” Thancred explained. “The man responsible for transforming a Lominsan wharf rat into the paragon of virtue you see before you.”

Minfilia cocked an eyebrow. “And how many maidens fair has said paragon deflowered since arriving in Ul’dah, pray tell?”

Thancred smirked and gestured to the missive in Minfilia’s hands. To whom do I owe the pleasure, she wondered, unfolding the parchment. The words were written in an elegant, flowing hand.

“You have walked in the memories of others, have you not?”

She recoiled from Thancred, the parchment crumpling in one hand as the other sought the hilt of the mythril dagger. “What did you tell him?” she spat.

In a moment of weakness, Minfilia had confided in Thancred about her visions—fragments of the past she had started to glimpse a year before.[7] No one else knew what she had seen. Or that I have heard Her voice.[8]

If the bard was surprised by her reaction, he did not show it. “Read on,” he said quietly. “All the way to the end. I ask only that.”

“It is foretold that on the cusp of an Umbral Calamity, individuals blessed with the power of the Echo will appear,”[9] the letter continued. “During the Sixth Umbral Era, when the waters rose to swallow the land, the twelve Archons who stood against the darkness each bore this blessing.”

Minfilia looked up to see Thancred staring at her. He abruptly turned away.

“The histories paint a fanciful picture of these gifted souls. Through countless retellings, the Archons’ deeds are become myth, their powers more akin to gods than men. However, there are two things of which I am now certain. First, their gift, the Echo, granted them the power to walk within the memories of others. Second─”

Though Minfilia knew how the sentence would end, her breath caught in her throat as she read Louisoix Leveilleur’s next words.

“You have been blessed with the selfsame power.”

After a time, she spoke. “He cannot be serious.”

“He is,” Thancred replied. For once, the bard’s voice was devoid of affectation. “Master Louisoix believes that we are on the verge of an Umbral Calamity, and that your gift is the key to ensuring our survival.”

Happy nameday, thought Minfilia numbly. In stunned silence, she listened as Thancred proceeded to reveal that he was in fact a member of the Circle of Knowing, an organization founded by his Sharlayan mentor to forestall the coming of the Seventh Umbral Era. He and his colleagues had been dispatched to Eorzea’s three key seats of power to further this cause by any means necessary. A liar, she thought. But that much was clear from the start.

“How you choose to use your gift is your decision,” he concluded. “You’ve no obligation to us, nor to the realm, come to that. But for better or worse, this is your legacy. You can no more run from it than you can from yourself.”

She bit her lip. I am not ready to face this.

But I will.


Though separated by countless malms, Minfilia and Louisoix searched for answers together, but being no scholar, Minfilia sought knowledge via other means.

“There are more like me, but different,” she wrote to him. “We wander in the darkness alone, but if we came together and shared our experiences, we might yet come to understand the Echo—mayhap even to control it.”

“A splendid idea, yet one fraught with peril,” Louisoix warned. “As you well know, men are wont to fear the gifted. Proceed with caution, my child, and do not allow your true intentions to become known.”

Minfilia could not help but smile. This child is more experienced than you think.

To outsiders, the Path of the Twelve was but one in a sea of obscure religious sects devoted to the pursuit of spiritual knowledge. Its charismatic Antecedent, the Lady Minfilia, led a small but devoted following of “walkers,” so named for their resolution to walk the path with her. A lie woven with the truth.

The Circle of Knowing was of great help in those early days, particularly in identifying those who had woken to the Echo. Their ranks swelled, and two years after she had first learned the name of her gift, she began to educate others in its use.[10]

And so the days passed—some more quickly than others. The order grew, and with it, its mission expanded. As did the risks. There were days of celebration; of sorrow; of waiting; of greetings and farewells... And sometimes all of them at once.


Nael van Darnus is dead. It should be over. Alone in the Hall of the First Step, Minfilia paced. Overhead, the lesser moon Dalamud continued its descent towards Eorzea, apparently indifferent to the demise of the Meteor project’s chief orchestrator. Can naught else be done?

As if in answer to the question, there came a gentle knock at the door. The white-haired Elezen who entered was not quite what she had pictured when she penned the invitation. He is older now, she thought. As are we all.

“Archon Louisoix. It is an honor to meet you at last,”[11] she began. “Though now that I have said it, it feels...wrong, somehow.”

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“Indeed it does,” Louisoix replied. As he held her gaze, a slow grin spread across the Archon’s timeworn face, and the pair broke into stifled, then heartfelt laughter.

They spoke of better days and beloved colleagues, of exciting discoveries and shared accomplishments. It was natural. Unforced. It is as if we have always known each other. As if we are family.

Gradually, the conversation slowed. No longer could they postpone the matter at hand, for the hour or reckoning was upon them. “So...what now?” Minfilia began.

Louisoix shook his head. “Now we must part ways. Where I go, you cannot follow.”

The Archon’s plan was to summon the Twelve using forbidden arts known only to him. With their combined strength, he was certain that he could prevent the fall of the lesser moon. Such strength, however, posed a threat in itself. Should Eorzea’s patron deities assume physical form, it seemed more than likely that they would be prone to the same appetites as the gods of the beastmen. Should that prove the case, their mere presence would bleed the land of life. And so Louisoix would instead call upon a fraction of the Twelve’s power—enough to stay Dalamud’s descent, and no more.

“It seems a fine balance to strike. Are you certain you can do it?”

Louisoix’s voice was distant. “Mayhap not. But the Twelve cannot be suffered to set foot upon Eorzean soil.” And then, head bowed, he told her the rest.[12]

No. Minfilia shivered, suddenly feeling weak and cold. She had to fight the urge to rub her arms. “Is there truly no other way?”

“None half as reliable.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “If I do not return, the others will look to you. You must be prepared to lead them.”

But I am not ready. She turned away, closing her eyes in a bid to stem the tears. “Do they know what you intend?”

“They know enough.” He stepped forward. “Darker days lie ahead. But know that where there is darkness, there will always be light.” His voice was soft and reassuring. A father’s voice. “You will see the truth of this, Minfilia, when one who bears the light comes to stand before you. One who is gifted, like you. Together, you will greet the dawn.”[13]

Minfilia turned to face Louisoix once more. In the soft blue of his eyes shone cold steel. She held his gaze until she could no longer bear it.

Please come back to us. Please...


After the Calamity, Minfilia and Thancred summoned the surviving members of the Path of the Twelve and the Circle of Knowing to a joint meeting. As Minfilia shared the wishes of the late Louisoix Leveilleur, all present listened in quiet solemnity, and when she called for objections to the union, none were forthcoming.

“Henceforth, we shall be known as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn,” she declared, and all agreed it was an apt name.

In times of trouble, she often gazed upon the fragments of Tupsimati, enshrined on the wall of her solar in the new Waking Sands. What gave you the strength, she wondered. Who guided you through the darkness? For five years she faithfully carried out his wishes—five years she kept the faith and believed in his words.

Five years spent working, watching, waiting. But not in vain. For when the adventurer entered the solar to greet the Scions, she knew at once.

I am ready.

  1. In 1562, twelve-year-old Ascilia had come to Ul'dah with her father, a Garlean double agent from Ala Mhigo with true loyalties to the Resistance. Warburton had learned of the existence of the primals, as well as the Garleans' belief that the beastmen of Eorzea were soon to summon them. He likely came to Ul'dah to pass this information on to Resistance members hiding at the Gold or Silver Bazaar, where many Ala Mhigan refugees gathered. Unfortunately, Ul'dah was in the midst of a festival, so travel out of the city was restricted. Unable to find a carriage out of the city, he took the opportunity to enjoy the festival with Ascilia, who was hoping to watch a parade featuring a massive goobbue, bound by thaumaturgy, on its way to the Coliseum to face Greinfarr as the main spectacle at the Tourney of Beasts. Nearby, F'lhaminn was handing out flowers from a basket, and receiving one made Ascilia so happy that the miqo'te asked her to hand out the rest herself. In the middle of the parade, however, the goobbue broke loose of its magickal fetters, rampaging through the streets and eventually towards Ascilia. Warburton pushed his daughter out of the way at the last moment, causing the basket of flowers to be thrown as her father was crushed between the charging goobbue and a large, stone wall.
  2. The goobbue's rampage was orchestrated by several young, prominent Ul'dahns as a way to win the hearts of the people over their elders on the Syndicate, who were pushing for war with Garlemald in hopes of profiting from the conflict. Niellefresne, heir to Eshtaime's Lapidaries, planned for the popular gladiator Greinfarr to put the beast down and save the people. Nielle's girlfriend F'lhaminn, a famous singer, assisted by handing out Velodyna cosmos, flowers thought to provide protection, to spectators. Seserukka and Popokkuli, heirs to Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern were in on the rouse, as well. The thaumaturge's spell was broken by a strange horn that warped nearby aether and frenzied creatures in the vicinity. How it came into their possession was never revealed.
  3. At first, Ascilia refused to tell anyone the threat about which her father sought to warn the Resistance, believing they deserved to be killed by the primals.
  4. Though Nielle claimed to care not for Ascilia's fate, he played a part in the securing of Warburton's funeral. Furthermore, he secretly aligned with Mumuepo of the Arrzaneth Ossuary to have him raised from the dead with forbidden magicks involving a dagger called Heartstrike, provided via his expertise with precious metals and gemstones. From the resurrected Warburton, he would learn of the threat to Ul'dah and atone for the death. When Nielle opened Warburton's tomb, however, something about its contents (or lack thereof) shocked him, and then a hyur in a black, hooded cloak ran him through with a sword from behind, leaving Ascilia hiding nearby, too afraid to speak. Since 1562, Niellefresne's corpse has not aged or decayed. Despite many plot points of 1.0 being abandoned in A Realm Reborn, Naoki Yoshida has expressed intent to someday resolve Nielle's story.
  5. This makes Thancred 32 and Minfilia 27 of A Realm Reborn.
  6. In 1562, Thancred came to Ul'dah to determine the likelihood of the city-state going to war with Garlemald. Knowing that the city-states of Eorzea underestimated the Empire's power and that the Divine Chronicles predicted the fall of the Sixth Astal Era, the Circle of Knowing began covertly investigating threats to Eorzea, believing the Empire to be first and foremost until The Echo sounded during their investigations.
  7. This scene takes place in 1568, meaning that Minfilia received the Echo in 1567.
  8. This comment may sound as if she knew Hydaelyn was the source of the voice, but this is not the case. Even in 1572, she didn't know the source of the Echo—indeed, discovering it was part of the purpose of her organization. At the time, she thought the source likely to be from among the Twelve, but didn't discount the idea that it came from beyond them. The "Her" refers to the feminine voice heard by those awakening to the Echo, which simply spoke "Hear... Feel... Think..." before those who received the blessing bore witness to their first vision, the starshower.
  9. This explains the shock that Thancred et al had in 1562 when the Echo first sounded; they realized that mid-way into their investigation of threats to Eorzea, it was already too late.
  10. This dates the foundation of the Path of the Twelve to 1570.
  11. Louisoix had been in Eorzea for some time, only rarely making personal appearances—what few he did were mostly at Apkallu Falls in Gridania to meet with volunteers to face the primal threat.
  12. Though the English version of this tale omits the details and skips right to Minfilia's dread, the truth is that Louisoix's plan was to "eliminate the medium" mid-summon and prevent the Twelve's physical manifestation after their strength had been summoned, likely by taking his own life.
  13. This is ambiguously worded to keep continuity—Louisoix's prophecy needs to make sense both for players that knew Minfilia already, and for those who have yet to arrive in Eorzea. In the former case, the fact that a Warrior of Light from Carteneau had returned is proof of Louisoix's words, but in the latter case, regardless of whether it was a 1.0 player that didn't complete the story or whether it was a brand new player, Minfilia would see Louisoix's prediction come true as this player progressed through the ARR Main Scenario, where the paths converge.