Young Aldo: Ah, there you are, 
I knew you'd come.
Young Aldo: Let's see what you've bought with you.
The Seedspall Lux, Seedpsall Luna, and Seedspall Astrum...
Young Aldo: Long, long ago...
Long before your great grandfather--or even your great grandfather's great grandfather--ever drew breath, there was a song...
Young Aldo: A song born from the mouths of the ancient gods themselves.
Young Aldo: A dreadful, terrible song that, if sung to its conclusion, would mean the end of the world--the lay of destruction.
Young Aldo: It all began with a stone...
Young Aldo:...or so the legend says.
Young Aldo: In ages past, a sentient jewel, enormous and beautiful, banished the darkness.
Young Aldo: It's many-colored light filled the world with life and bought forth mighty gods.
Young Aldo: Bathed in that light, the world entered an age of bliss until, after the a time, the gods fell into slumber.
Young Aldo: That world was called Vana'diel
But the song continues...
Young Aldo: However, this age will not last. The great bane will devour the fair land of Vana'diel
Young Aldo: The ancient seal will be broken, awakening nightmares of ages past.
Young Aldo: A tragic age of darkness will reign.
And yet, the gods will not wake from their slumber...
Young Aldo: That world was called Vana'diel.
But the song continues...
Young Aldo: Yes, it's all becoming so clear now...
Young Aldo: The lay of the ancient gods, a song never meant to reach mortal ears...
Young Aldo: The strains of the forbidden verse have spilled over into our world, weaving themselves into the rush of the wind, the crash of the waves, and the heartbeats of every living being on Vana'diel.
Young Aldo: It has already become one with us, never to return to its rightful time and place.
Young Aldo: A single sound echoes, then echoes once more.
What began as a whisper grows into a roar as it reverberates through time and space.
Young Aldo: Don't you see ?
There's no turning back...not now.
Young Aldo: The fate of mankind--of this very world--has been set in motion.
Young Aldo: You have already uncovered the secret lay of the sleeping gods, I see.
Young Aldo: Could this be why the echo has grown so strong...?
Young Aldo: No matter.
The echo of the ancient ode already resonates through our world...
Young Aldo: ...silent though it may be to mortal ears.
Young Aldo: It is this echo that, left unchecked, will cast open the door to Paradise...
Young Aldo: And unravel the very fabric of Vana'diel itself
Young Aldo: But what can be done?
How are we to fight that which can be neither seen nor heard?
Young Aldo: Perhaps there is a way...
Young Aldo: The shards you bought here were not only fragments of the crystal to fall from the heavens.
Young Aldo: Perhaps the others hold the answers we seek.
Perhaps they will reveal to us to save this world
Young Aldo: The Seedspall Roseum, the Seedspall Caerulum and the Seedspall Viridis...
We must recover them, and quickly. Before they fall into the wrong hands...
Young Aldo: If those nosey Goblins were to stumble across them, one can only imagine what effect the power of the crystal might have...
Young Aldo: I'll be waiting for you here.
And ...you'd better hurry.
Young Aldo: With each passing moment, the echo grows stronger, ever closer to drowning out the sound of our very existsance...
Young Aldo: There you are, .
I've been waiting for you.
Young Aldo: Were you able to recover the Seedspall Roseum, Seedspall Caerulum, and Seedpsall Viridis?
Young Aldo: Ahh...wonderful.
Young Aldo: These shards are sure to tell us something.
Let us see what secrets they hold
He holds all 3 key items into the air
Young Aldo: What's this?
There is another verse...?
Young Aldo: An antiphon, a response to the lay of destruction...?
Young Aldo: An undiscovered verse with the power to silence the raging echo...
Young Aldo: A Chorus with the power to channel the love, the will to live of all who sing it into a clarion call. A call that will cut through the echo of destruction, restoring order from chaos...
Young Aldo: An ode to appease the ancient gods... Yes, this is the answer we seek.
A set of glowing Mandragora's appear
Seed Mandragora: Meddling child!
Why do you interfere?
Seed Mandragora: Who do you think you are to defy the will of the seed crystal?
To defy your own fate?
Young Aldo: Hah! The seed crystal?
It's nothing but an echo. A faint shadow of the past--
Seed Mandragora: But child, do you not see?
It is the echo of your own beating heart, of your own breath, of every life born to this world since the time of creation.
Seed Mandragora: Within the echo, all are one--as it has been since the dawn of time.
Seed Mandragora: The echo of life will resound through the ages.
It will not be silenced by the likes of you!
The Mandragora's rush towards you, ready to attack.