Prolouge
Over the years, life had appeared somewhat settled since the great calamity, of 5 years past. It was hard to believe something of such tranquility witnessed at one point 'the end of the world' which forced the world in two and rotting its cadavered surface with impurities. Mid-Autumn, around September season and the leaves were browning on the trees and drying, slowly falling off one by one. But not only that, something else had began to float away bit by bit...
It has been told that strange creatures bearing magic abilities have begun to appear all over the World of Balance, it begins to question whether 'Magic' was actually laid to rest.
A grand castle loomed over the vast expanse of desert, sands gently lapped at its brick exterior the fans built into the buildings wonderous steeples ventilated the rooms and kept the sand from various storms out. Beyond the massive steel gates, beyond the yellow bird riding guards sat in wait a daring yellow headed king. His head dressing in blue pigtails and delecate leather attire. Many days of uncertainty troubled the king which became noticable of his closer subjects. "My leige, what troubles thee at such a fleeting hour?" An elderly spokeman questioned.
"I feel it is difficult for such to explain to someone who cannot comprehend the situation," Edgar looked into the eyes of the senior man. "Sencere apologies for my rudeness,"
To be honest, it was only a few months ago when I was pretty much the same to the day we beat Kefka and restored the world. Well, 'Restoring the world' sounds a little corny. You could say we were doing our part for the environment i guess. Anyways, thats all past now. Well I think so. Actually to be honest I don't think it is ever since I saw that Leviathan at the lake the other day. Could've sworn it was a...
"Excuse me, highness," The nobleman spoke "Bear in mind your emotion afflicts your kingdom. Please, do not let it get to you,"
Edgar reacted by standing up, pushing past the senior man. "Then I will quell it."
I'll have to thank him, if it wasn't for him snapping me into my senses I would've just wallowed in my own self pity. Can't have that when the girls are around, bad for my image. The young king pushed through the giant steel doors of his castle and marched past the guards. He stepped up to the final giant door, which the guards swung open for him. The sunshine of the desert sand beamed into his face, and a cream coloured Chocobo lay in wait, leashed to a post. Carefully unting it from the post, he mounted quickly on it and gestured it to sprint.