"You won't die, Phineas," Ferb whispered reassuringly. He slid off of the sill and sat down next to his brother. As Phineas raised his head again, Ferb crossed his arms over his knees. "I promise that nothing will happen to you."
But Phineas only shook his head. "You can't promise something like that, Ferb," he whispered. "Not if the ending's already been written."
"But the ending's never written in stone, Phineas; that's why it's unpredictable. It's the future. If a glowing stone could teleport us to another dimension, then what tells you that I can't promise you'll come home with me once this is through?"
Phineas looked at him in silence for a moment or two. When he answered, he looked at Isabella, Baljeet and Buford laughing about another arrow shot. "It's the fact that I won't be enough to get the job done properly, Ferb," he replied.
Ferb felt uneasy when he heard this. "What does that mean?" he wondered.
The red-head sighed and laid his head against the wall again. "I wasn't meant to do this alone," he added.
"… Does this have to do with what the Sage said about my role as a Knight?" Ferb guessed. "When he said that I was initially supposed to be something else?"
"… Yes."
"What did he mean by that then? What other role was I supposed to play?"
Phineas sighed again and looked at his brother. "Remember when he said when we first got here, that a certain role… my role… was meant to be shared?" he said.
"… Yes. Who was supposed to share it?"
"… You."
Ferb raised his eyebrows in shock and gaped. "… Me?" he echoed. "But why me? Why two Seers instead of one?"
"Because of my age," Phineas explained. "Seers are normally chosen after their coming of age, which for us in the USA is twenty-one officially. Magic or superpowers are just too much for anyone younger to handle. And having the weight of an entire world on your shoulders would crush you. So initially, my role as Seer was supposed to be shared with my stepbrother, who had just as much innocence and curiosity as I did." Phineas' eyes grew dark. "But… it just couldn't be in the end. So I have to carry it alone… Which will be way too much power for me when it comes to delivering the world of Cantoria from the Dark Sorcerer. I'll be overcome by the amount of energy needed for this job either before I save everyone or after I save everyone. So either way, your promise won't be held, Ferb—!"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down!" Ferb interrupted while holding up his hands. "What did you mean by that? That it simply was not meant to be in the end? Phineas, if I must share this burden with you, then I'll go ask the Sage to boost Buford up to Knight! I'll do anything just so that you don't have to do this alone! We've always worked as a team; I'm not just going to sit around while you need to take on this alone, not if I can help you. What must I do to change my role?"
Phineas looked at him tiredly before turning his gaze away. "It's too late, Ferb," he whispered. "You can't change it."
"I will if I must! Why did it end up that you needed to take on the Seer role alone, if you're not going to be strong enough?"
Phineas remained silent as he watched the others goof off with their weapons. "… Because, Ferb," he whispered. Looking at his brother again, he said, "You don't believe in Real Magic."
These words ricocheted off of the walls in Ferb's mind, shattering them in the progress.
"Though the Seer doesn't actually possess magical powers, the Seer Stone does," Phineas explained. "I studied the game inside out, remember? I know everything about every character in this game. The Seer Stone gives the Seer the power he needs to save Cantoria, but it's only to be used in emergencies. The energy and life force of the Seer is combined with the Stone at the end because the Stone needs a living host to transfer its power and light across the land. That's the only way Cantoria will be saved…" His eyes darkened again. "But the Seer has to believe this to be possible. He doesn't need to like it, but he needs to believe that Real Magic actually exists… But you don't believe that. You said so yourself. Everything's got an explanation… That's why your role changed from Seer to Knight, Ferb; because you weren't fit for the role anymore…"
Ferb was devastated. "You mean, just because I don't believe in magic, my brother has to carry this burden alone?" he said in dismay. "Phineas, there's got to be some other way out of this; I can't let you take on this alone, not after everything we've been through together in the past thirteen years. Can't you convince the Sage differently? I mean, if you are the Seer, then—!"
Phineas raised a hand and set it down gently on Ferb's shoulder. Ferb immediately ceased speaking and looked at him in silence.
The red-head forced up another smile. "I don't want you to worry about it, Ferb," he said gently. "You start yackin' away every time you get freaked out about something, and you and I both know how weird it gets when I become the quiet one and you become the chatterbox. So let's just drop the subject and stop worrying about the future. Instead, we should worry about the present." He pulled his hand away and placed them together over his knees. "We've… got a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he added, attempting to change subjects. "We should be getting some shut eye…"
Ferb looked at him with distress in his eyes. "Phineas, I don't want to think of anything if I can't promise you that you'll come home," he said softly. "If I can promise you that one thing, then I won't worry about anything else."
"You can't promise to prevent a foretold death, Ferb."
"Stop that! You won't die, Phineas! I won't let that happen! I promise you that you'll come back home again, I do!"
"… Ferb, that's impossible…"
"Last I checked, Phineas and Ferb could do the impossible. Remember?"
These words caused Phineas to stop and think. All of their past projects and adventures resurfaced in his mind, all the laughs and smiles, all the things people said they were too young to achieve but were able to achieve anyhow. It had all happened. And right in their own backyard, too.
Phineas pondered a little more before looking at Ferb again. Although small, he finally sprouted a real smile. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes I do."
"Then, when I promise you that we'll return home together, do you believe me?" Ferb repeated.
"… Yes."
"Let's pinkie swear on it, then."
At these words, Phineas threw his head back and laughed. "Pinkie swear?!" he exclaimed. "Ferb, I thought you said that was for toddlers!"
"But we did it when we first met, remember?" Ferb reminded him. "When we were three years old. You told me that we needed to promise that we'd always be brothers, not stepbrothers. You said the step part cramped your style…" He choked on a laugh at that. "A three-year-old said that."
"I picked up a lot from my sister."
"Anyway, you made me promise that, even if our parents would never get married, we'd be brothers forever. So we made a pinkie swear, and sure enough, Mother and Father got married a year later." Ferb held up his pinkie. "So, in recognition of that day, I, Ferb Fletcher, hereby pinkie swear—" the word made Phineas giggle again, "—that I will return to Danville with my brother, Phineas Flynn." He cracked a grin. "How did that sound?"
Phineas held up his pinkie. "Convincing," he replied. Wrapping his pinkie around his brother's, he added, "I, Phineas Flynn, hereby hold you to your word, Sir Ferbalot."
"That part was corny."
"I know. But I had to add it."
They held their pinkies together for a moment longer before Ferb released his and then placed his arms around Phineas. Phineas did the same and held him tightly.
"We'll make it through this, Phineas," Ferb whispered. "We always do. And until we're sitting in our rooms again, I won't let anything happen to you."
Phineas closed his eyes. "I know you won't," he whispered back.
"We can do this, Phineas."
"Yes… yes we can."
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