A memoir? An account of my fondest memory? As if I could choose one out of the many. After six years, there are too many to choose from. But I suppose I could start with one of my earliest...

Taking those first fledgling steps into the lands of Eorzea, seeing this vibrant world for the very first time, choosing a homeland from the verdant, vibrant emerald gem of the Shroud. Setting foot into Gridania as naught but a fledgling adventurer and feeling that sense of wonder, taking those first steps into a fresh new world of fantasy, adventure and magic.

And as that first day became the first week, and the first week became the first month, and the first month became the first year...I realized that at long last, I had finally found what I had sought in the years prior: A place I truly belonged. I have so many fond memories of Eorzea- of my adventures within, the friends gained (and those lost; dear Haurchefant, I try to smile every day, my friend), the enemies overcome, the hurdles mounted and the challenges surpassed.

It has been six long years, and while not all the memories may be good, there are far more good than bad. I felt myself stepping into the shoes of my Warrior of Light, becoming them and allowing myself to be transported into their world. The laughter that they shared, they shared with me. Their joys and sorrows, their anger and dispair, their triumphs and defeats- all of these, my Warrior and I came to bear together.

We faced the might of the Garlean Empire together. Brought low an Ascian. Ended a thousand-year war. Liberated war-ravaged lands. Felled a mighty beast of fire and a mistress of ice. Passed a test of judgement. Defied fate and made our own path. We fell into the pits of deepest despair, and clawed our way out tooth and nail and denied the attempts to stop us and bring us low.

Together, we have surmounted the insurmountable. Made possible the impossible. The unbelievable become believable. My friend, since those first uncertain steps into this fantastic new world, we have never wavered, never faltered. And through each of those six years, we have held fast to the original sense of wonder we felt when we first set foot into this realm.

You ask me to recount my most cherished, my fondest memory? Well. That memory is you, Warrior. We have laughed, cried, shed blood, felt every sort of pain and heartache, joy and happiness and experienced them as one. You are the Warrior of Light. And I? I am, as I always have been and shall always be, your guiding hand...

(Scarf of Wondrous Wit. Thank you for reading.)