It’s hard to even begin to tell my story in Final Fantasy XIV, but all great stories must have a beginning and each hero has been humbled by that one experience that has shaped their lives...forever.

There had been so much loss. Ysayle, Haurchefant and now the great wyrm, Hraesvelgr lay before me as the dragon Nidhogg towered over his body. This was it. These were the final steps that I needed to take, the final steps of faith…faith that Hraesvelgr held in this lone Dragoon. For in all his sorrow, he saw in me the light and a hope that maybe, just maybe I had the strength to reunite the worlds of man and dragon.

Before me, the eye of Hraesvelgr bid me step forward, to claim it. Seeing the deception of Hraesvelgr Nidhogg let out a cry of rage as he made his way to me. But as he began his advance, a faint song echoed on in the distance, one that had been lost in the minds of men, but now had never been so clear; the Dragonsong.

Lance in hand, my senses heightened, I leapt to the eye of the great wyrm and as I stepped into its light, this new power, the faith of Hraesvelgr coursed through my every vein as I raised my lance to meet my foe.

I was not alone though. As the Dragonsong had echoed through the distance there awoke the courage of the men and women of Ishgard and I was joined by seven others in this last great stand. This was to be it, this was to be the end of the Dragonsong war and through the faith of the fallen, Hraesvelgr and of the people of Ishgard, we would see it done.

With the seven adventurers at my side I leapt to the great wyrm and the battle ensued. Filled with the life of the dragon my jumps did not miss, my thrusts were true, and I could feel the desperation of the great wyrm as he called to his brethren to attack from the rear. But we were not to be stopped, not when we had come this far, and we drove the 3 great dragons back, only to be met by one of the greatest horrors of my life. My friend, my fellow Dragoon Estinien, his body not his own, now stood deformed in front of me, consumed by Nidhogg’s rage. The shade leapt from hero to hero, dividing us to keep our strength at bay. The shade then turned his eyes to me and leapt with all his might, but I could not falter, not here, and in an instance, I jumped elusively to dodge his attack. Upon landing, I ran towards my enemy, lance drawn, letting the blood of the dragon consume me and let out the powerful Geirskogul attack to finally destroy the shade.

The great wyrm screamed in agony, his form changing for the last time as he began to glow from the fiery hate that consumed him. This was our chance to end this great war and the eight of us stood as one, our faith unfailing and together we let go an attack that took us to the brink of our limits and with the last of my remaining strength I jumped, my lance readied and with all my strength pierced the great wyrm’s heart, finally ending the thousand-year war.

Choice: Gaelicap