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It all began with the Stone...
... Or so the legend says.
In ages past, a sentient jewel, enormous and beautiful, banished the darkness.
Its many colored light filled the world with life,
and brought forth mighty gods.
Bathed in that light, the world entered an age of bliss,
until, after a time, the gods fell into slumber.
That world was called Vana'diel.
In the 863th year of the Crystal Era...
... Vana'diel was in the midst of a great war.
Faced with the invasion of the Shadow Lord and his horde of beastmen,
the leaders of the Enlightened Peoples united their forces in desperate alliance.
They were the Kingdom of San d'Oria,
the Republic of Bastok,
the Federation of Windurst...
... And the Grand Duchy of Jeuno.
Together, they struggled for survival in battle after battle...
... As chaos engulfed the land.
Innocent blood now flows
over the vast land of Vana'diel.
The whole world trembles
in despair for the plague.
No fate...
... Can't prevent it.
No strenght...
... Can stop it.
Yet through the stormy night
shines a star of glory!
Against the brutal scream
springs a ringing song!
Shining star, ringing song,
a dream and a prayer for us!
Vana'diel! Vana'diel!
With hands clasped together
through eternity unbounded
we shall never again be scattered,
we shall never again be sundered!