A/N: YAY! Last chappie up! Just want to thank everyone who reviewed (Ekobean, Krin and horaquanhybrid) and especially to Krin, coz she's been so nice. With out further ado, I present to you: Part Four of Balancing the Spirit.

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Disclaimer: Don't own nothin'. (Yeah, I KNOW it's a double negative, you don't have to point that out!)

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The tormented murderer bowed her head. Spirits and demons traveled freely in the chilled air. There had been such a loss, yet for such a reason. Running a white hand along her face, she brought it down to her other palm, clasping her digits together with surprising strength. Slowly, she mouthed a few words of remorseful prayer, hoping with all her heart that the Makers would forgive her actions.

The murderer rose to her small erect position, surveying the damage. Limestone and sandstone lay in heaps; a few in a semi-circle were stained with blood. The Council's blood, the murderer's conscience spat.

She shivered in fear and wiped off the perspiration that had accumulated on her Albino cheeks and forehead. The murderer strode forward into the rubble. This was her doing. She was the one to be blamed. Why had she done it?

To avenge Amor's death, a strong-willed voice inside of her reminded her. She shook her head; it was so much to take in. When she was chanting, she couldn't control herself, but now, now that the spell was complete- she was left with the guilt.

The murderer continued forward to a rather large, raised stone in the exact shape of a cube. A circle of great, fallen boulders surrounded it, and it appeared as though there'd been some kind of force field defending this one stone from the avalanche.

As she spotted what lay on the stone, the murderer knew why it was like that. Divine intervention, commented the still-holy part of herself.

On the raised stone was the ceremonial bowl of liquid- plain water. The water was nothing special, and yet a slab of marble blocked it off as if it were a monstrosity that should be kept in captivity. But all the same, the murderer removed the slab.

A sacred force pushed the murderer back and she lost her breath as she slammed against one of the surrounding boulders. A female, elfin figure in a flowing white gown floated in the air above the stone. The murderer shielded her eyes from the light, for it was too much for her to bear.

"Lih," whispered the hovering being, as though calling to the murderer. The murderer would not look at the pure being, for the entity was glowing to brightly, her skin too fair, her eyes too light.

"Lih," called the entity again; this time, the murderer lowered her shielding hand and stared in the direction of the being.

"Lih, my daughter, come," whispered the angelic being. The murderer, as if in a trance, approached the angel cautiously.

The angel stopped hovering in the air. Her feet touched the chilled, raised stone, and her eyes of pure light glowed softly as she caressed the teen that approached her.

The murderer closed her eyes as the angel embraced her. It was too much; it was all too much!

"Lih, be calm," murmured the angel. The murderer again averted the entity's gaze: this was too much!

"Lih, you feel it is too much, but only because a part of you has left you: I have left your embodiment to take my own," explained the woman.

The murderer's eyes glowed in sudden understanding.

She is the Spirit!

"Relax, Lih. This," the Spirit hissed, gesturing to the surrounding rubble, "is my doing, not that of yours. My will and my spell. The guilt belongs to me."

Your will and your spell, but my power, thought the murderer in awe of herself.

"Amor has been blessed with a daughter of such will to match even that of mine! To think, I was a part of you since you were born… Lih, you will not understand this, but I am no longer a part of you. Now you are yourself, no more, no less.

"I was with you in your birth; it is because your father released me that you were born. You were fated to be a stillborn, but I gave you Life. Now, it is your turn, Lih. It is your duty to give Life to those who do not have it."

How?

"By doing so as you would: by assuming your role as the High One, the Master of this Temple. Be warned: times of war are coming, and it is your duty to protect the secrets that have been made known unto you. You must survive through the times; terrible times are coming, and even I cannot stop them.

"One will come, one by the name of Mar, who shall save you all. Do everything you can to help this one. Recognize who he is when you see him!"

In a blinding white light, the Spirit vanished. The murderer bowed her head, and mused all that she was: Luz, Esperanza's daughter; Lih, the Light; the Child of Love and Hope; A murderer; Geheim's heir; the High Priestess; the Master of the Temple; Seem.

Seem liked the last one. Seem, Geheim's heir. Seem, the Master who would guide the Temple through times of war and peace alike. High Priestess Seem. Seem, the one who would someday see the face of her Makers.

-Fin-

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A/N: This is SUCH a weird feeling because I have NEVER completed a multi-chaptered fic in my entire fanfiction career. I hope I ended it well. Just to point out, this takes place three years before Seem meets Jak, so you pretty much know the rest of the story if you've played and beaten Jak 3.

Thankies to everyone who reviewed, and especially to Krin. After reviewing this chappie, be sure to check out her story Baroosh Baroosh for an alternate version of Seem's past.

Please, do review.

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THE END