Gulool Ja Ja's Legacy: A FFXIV DT Rewrite + Expansion Concepts [Fanfiction]

Ch7: The Fall of Gulool Ja Ja

"Many leaders in history believed their visions of the future to be a better world, as did my ancestors who chose to answer the call of the Golden City," Vorporlor sighed. "What has always been true is that centuries later, the descendents would look back upon their ancestors' beliefs and consider said beliefs to be uncivilized."

"You and your beliefs, too, will one day be seen as uncivilized by those of a future age," Vorporlor sternly met eyes with Wuk Lamat.

"In pushing for this current belief of yours, you will crush any opposing beliefs. And beyond that... your own people will, sooner or later, become dissatisfied with one another, That, too, is inevitable. That is why my Chirwagur faction feels that this utopian dream of yours will at some point, lead to a disaster," Vorporlor sighed.

"And this is your warning?" Wuk Lamat was not enthused by Vorporlor's words, especially under current circumstances.

"Indeed," Vorporlor replied. "Take the Pelupelu, for example. They control most of the trade within your society. Perhaps they may have behaved appropriately so far. Yet all it may take is a few to be seduced by power. With so much trade passing through their hands, their influence is undeniable. If one day, a few decide to abuse their position for their own gain, at the cost of the others..."

The Warrior of Light wanted to reject Vorporlor's words. However, no words came out of the Warrior of Light's lips. After all, Ul'dah itself was very much controlled by the Syndicate, rich bastards behind the scenes.

Nanamo Ul Namo failed to change the political situation despite being beloved by the citizens of Ul'dah. Even if she had been successful, the Warrior of Light was certain that the Syndicate, especially Llorito, would have most politicians in their pockets.

So far, Ul'dah has barely managed to survive a number of political turmoil. Yet, a few bad years for its citizens could very well lead to a reckoning, sooner or later.

This could well become the future of Tuliyollal. All it might take would be a Lolorito to appear from the Pelupelu. So much for this utopian dream of Tuliyollal.

"It is just a warning, my young liege," Vorporlor said. "We, the Chirwagur faction, simply wish to control our own fates, with our own blades in our own hands. I repeat. We believe that any world that sounds overly utopian is fated to lead to hidden evils. That is our ancient wisdom, if you will."

"I am of the belief that you are most suitable to sit upon the throne of Tuliyollal. Consider this as simply my warning to you." With those words said, Vorporlor began to leave, only to be stopped by Bakool Ja Ja.

"I wish to free my father," Bakool Ja Ja the Mighty hollered at Vorporlor.

"We, the Chirwagur faction, hold a grudge against the Golden City for their role in the Yok Huy's past," so Vorporlor replied. "Strike them down and we will consider our grudges settled."

Bakool Ja Ja nodded his two heads. In his mind the Golden City was also responsible for his many siblings' death. This was a deal that was easily agreed to.

Wuk Lamat, though, was rattled by Vorporlor's words. She felt that there might be some truth to his warning, but she was, of course, trapped by her current times, her current vision. Indeed, there is the possibility that the values she currently held might very well become uncivilized in the eyes of a future civilization.

"Settle your heart," Alphinaud was bullish. "We can only do what we believe to be right in our own time and age. That is the course of history."

"We learn from the successes and mistakes of the past, forming new beliefs, systems, in a bid to create a better world."

"Should we fail, then the future generations will create a better future based on our mistakes. So we have learned from the ancients. So we have learned from the Ascians in their seemingly wondrous era."

"Yes," Wuk Lamat's eyes cleared of confusion. "We can only do what we believe to be right in this day and age."

"Sister," Koana said. "It is done." From his pockets, he retrieved the circular soul device, and equipped it to the left temple of Wuk Lamat's head. Although he had yet to fully understand the devices, he had learned enough to operate them, effectively removing the dragon soul and replacing it with Gulool Ja Ja's soul and memories in the circular device.

Wuk Lamat felt a familiar feeling from the circular device now. The presence of her father. Her father built Tuliyollal, yet failed to resolve the obsession with blessed siblings in Mamook. She was determined to confront the so-called Golden City behind the curse and complete Gulool Ja Ja's legacy. Her father would stand alongside her in soul to see its ending, for good or ill.

She reflexively activated the device, and felt the strength of her father coursing through her body as her mind and vision sharpened.

"Ah... daughter..." The voice of Gulool Ja Ja spoke with Wuk Lamat's soul. "My memory will soon fade, in order to prevent your own mind and memory from being twisted into madness by mine. But... before that final day... Take me to the Golden City. And let me share one last dance against their living memory!"