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The air was heavy. The room was dim and dark with only one window to allow any sort of light to touch the room's dark depths. But maybe it was the setting that made the serious discussion that was going on seem that much more important. The room, however, had been very silent. There was the occasional cough here and there and maybe a snort or two, but no one dared to break the silence.

It wasn't until an aggravated sigh ripped through the room. The tension was growing in the air faster than it could be controlled. The room's occupants shifted in their wooden seats uncomfortably. Still, no one dared to speak. The chairs squeaked from age and even that sounded so loud in their ears.

The room was filled with men, with the exception of one. They sat about a table and against the walls. Everyone sat in a chair, but again, with the exception of one. Their faces were all set in a firm line. The fine lines on their faces showed their age and the tales of wise years. It was only the young males that seemed to be uncomfortable in the heavy atmosphere. They had every right to fidget. It had been many years since they've sat in this room, much like now.

"We have to do something."

All eyes turned to the man at the head of the table. Many nodded their heads in agreement but spoke no words. The man looked young, a warrior no doubt with long years of training. His hands were placed on the table before him, fingers intertwined. His dark black hair caught the light ever so slightly. His blue eyes focused on the table.

"And what do you suppose we do?" The voice was to the point, like the warrior it was addressing.

Again, all eyes shifted to a dark figure against the wall. It was as though they all followed each other's moves and nodded once more. Hushed chatter began about the room as they began to contemplate the situation.

"That's a very good question. I'm not sure if I have the answer to it," the man replied back, his eyes shifted downward in thought.

The dark figure pushed off against the wall, walking toward the table. With grace and ease that seemed to be natural, it stopped before the table where a map was placed. All eyes were glued to the map, and slowly the chatter died.

"King Dysley's men are arriving from the north from the city of Eden. They are moving swiftly. One of our scouts spotted them. They are about a day's ride away if they travel at the same rate which they were spotted," the man who had initiated the discussion informed everyone before standing himself.

"It seems we don't have much time, Cid," the feminine voice spoke to the man.

"No, we don't. Why do you think they're coming to Bodhum? We're nothing but a small village. Lightning, your father was a soldier for the Guardian Knights, was he not? Did he ever mention that Sanctum would be paying us a visit?"

There was a short pause.

"No. He didn't."

The man regarded as Cid sighed brining his hand to his face in thought. His eyes were glued to the map before him. A groan left his lips and he straightened. He turned to the woman, "What do you suppose we do?"

"We let them come."

The room was silent as they took in the woman's words. One might think that these men would disregard the words of a woman, but for them, it was quite the opposite. While Lightning wasn't head of the small village, she was regarded with just as much respect as if she were. Lightning in her mid twenties looked young and groomed compared to the men around her save two.

Cid crossed his arms in confusion. "You want us to let them come to us and do nothing?"

"Yes. There isn't much we can do. I don't wish to start a war against a king anytime soon," Lightning's voice cut through the murmuring about her.

"But still, we have to take some sort of action, yes?" Cid wasn't giving up, and he rarely ever did.

Lightning placed a hand on her hip, eyes analyzing the map before her. It was true, before her parents passed; her father had been in the Guardian Knights for the king. However, never had he mentioned a visit many years later. Cid was right. Why would they come to the small village of Bodhum right on the shore? It was a beautiful and peaceful town with little trouble. She doubted there was anything that would draw enough attention that the king was sending a small amount of his soldiers here and so quickly. She shook her head, light strawberry locks fell about her shoulders. It seemed that the only thing they could do is everything they should do by law.

"We can't fight them. We don't even know if they're here to fight." Lightning turned to address the men of their households.

"Okay, so we just wait for them and see what they have in store for us?" Cid questioned. He was the only one who questioned her.

"I know that picking up weapons and fighting seems to be the right thing, but it's not. Get your head square on your shoulders, Cid. Not everyone has been trained in the art of war," Lightning retorted. It wasn't like her to pass up a fight, but as she looked at the faces of the men in the room she had to make a choice.

Cid growled slightly and sat in his chair. Again, his fingers were intertwined and placed under his chin. He was frustrated. As head of the village he was supposed to make choices for the better good of his people. As much as he hated to admit it, Lightning was right. After running the thoughts through his head, he sighed. He looked up, catching Lightning's gaze and he nodded. She nodded in return, his silent reply to tell the orders.

"Alright, listen up. By law, we are forced to allow the Knights to stay amongst us as guests. We will do so. Spend today cleaning things up. Whatever they want here, we at least want to make some sort of civil impression. Hide your valuables. Though one would hope the soldiers can be trusted, we know that sometimes that isn't the case."

Heads nodded in agreement, and none spoke back. Lightning didn't like the idea either, but by law they were forced to. "However, be prepared. If things don't go right, we might have to fight. Remember, for now, they are guests. I believe we are all done here?"

"Yes, meeting dismissed. Prepare your households," Cid closed the meeting.

The air was filled with uncertainty. Lightning frowned slightly. She didn't like this. She wanted to be able to protect them, but she couldn't. She hadn't moved as the rest of the men filed out of the room. She was too deep in thought to even move. What could they possibly want?

Lightning was jerked to reality by a hand being placed on her shoulder. Instincts took over and she turned swiftly but her fist was caught easily. She glared at the man who thought highly of himself. Cid laughed before letting the warrior's hand go slowly. Lightning turned and took a step toward the exit before stopping. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I hope for the sake of the village that all these soldiers want is a nice view of the sea." And with that she left.

Cid's smirk disappeared. "I hope so too."

Cid watched the highly respected woman leave. Her movements captivated him and made him burn with want. But Lightning was like fire. It's dangerous to play with fire. Cid had yet to produce his own offspring. He wasn't married, or in any sort of relationship. He was holding out- for Lightning. Was he stupid for wanting the strawberry blonde? No, he didn't believe so. However, he didn't have must time. Even Cid could see that another man was slowly creeping into her heart. He wasn't sure if even Lightning knew how she looked at the boy that stayed with her. Cid snorted softly. What did this boy have that he didn't? He was much more experienced and clearly more compatible for the female warrior. A smirk eased its way on his face. He'd have Lightning; he would make sure of it.

He turned, walking back toward the table. He leaned forward, hands on the ledge of the table. His eyes surveyed the map once more. All thoughts of Lightning left his mind as he focused on the matter at hand. They were stuck between a rock and a hard place. There hadn't been Knights here since Lightning's father which the war claimed as well as her mother. The same question kept coming to mind. What could they want? Rygdea, his scout, had said that the group was small. There was someone in command, and possibly 5 others. This was a good sign. There were more village men than knights approaching. This meant if things did turn ugly then Bodhum would have the upper hand.

Lightning walked swiftly toward her home. Her face was blank as her step tempo increased. She wasn't registering the people around her. She was too consumed in her thoughts to do so. She couldn't get the faces of those men out of her mind. They looked so scared. The uncertainty that had filled that room had made her uneasy. None the less, she had to take action. The meeting had gone on for hours. Most of the time was spent just sitting there. No one knew what to do. She sighed softly; they still didn't know what to do. She had always been a woman to take some course of action. This time, her hands were tied. There was nothing to do but wait.

Before she knew it she was home. The home was average compared to the rest of them. It was wooden, the same wood from the forest that surrounded the north side of the village. She proceeded to open the door and walk in. The home was divided into rooms. The main foyer was connected to the dining room. There was a kitchen in another room and a small hall. There were two rooms attached to the hall on either side. Her room was her former parents' room. Hope stayed in the other room that was once hers and her sister's. Lightning's face was blank. She was supposed to leave tomorrow to go visit her sister in a neighboring city. That wouldn't happen now. She'd have to wait till the king's men were gone.

"Lightning, is that you?" a voice called from the other room.

Lightning turned to watch Hope emerge from his room. He smiled and made his way over to her. However, it slowly turned into a frown upon watching her. Lightning tried to offer a smile before she worried him but gave up upon noticing it was too late.

There was a moment of silence as the two stood there.

Hope pursed his lips together before breaking the silence," How did the meeting go?"

Lightning's eyes watched the silver haired boy before her. "Perhaps we should sit down before I fill you in?"

He nodded and they both proceeded to sit down at the small wooden table. They sat at opposite ends, like they always did. Lightning was leaning back on her chair, arms crossed in her normal fashion. Hope was hunched over slightly, eyes on the table.

"Was it really that bad?" the boy's voice reached out to her.

"No. Not entirely."

Hope looked up, examining the woman before him. "What happened?"

Lightning looked up, meeting the boys gaze. She sighed before leaning her crossed arms against the table. "Sanctum Knights are on their way. Not the Guardians but PSICOM."

Hope looked confused. "What do they want here?"

"We're not exactly sure. Their numbers are small."

"What are we going to do? We have to do something, don't we?" Lightning raised a brow at how much Hope was sounding like Cid.

"Well, there isn't much we can do. All we can do is follow the King's code. We have to let them stay."

Hope shifted in his chair. A small growl erupted from his throat out of frustration. Lightning was just as frustrated. The feeling of being pinned with no place to go wasn't comforting in the least bit. Again, it was the only thing they could do.

Lightning stood, her chair squeaking on the floor. "Hope, I'm going to need you to move your belongings to my room."

Hope looked confused." What-?"

"They'll be staying in our village. I don't want those soldiers intruding on innocent homes. Not everyone knows how to hold a weapon like us. I'm going to try and protect at least another household from having to house a knight. We'll let them use your room. You'll stay with me."

Hope's eyes were casted downward at the table. He nodded, but spoke no words. He couldn't find words, and they were not needed. Lightning had walked away toward the kitchen before she could see the light blush that was sprayed across his face.

Hope sat up in his chair, leaning his head over the back. A heavy sigh left his lips as he stared at the ceiling. He had long ago acknowledged his feelings toward the woman he shared a home with. He was no longer a little boy either. We had grown into a capable man who could support a family. He was at the age of eighteen now. Sure, Lightning was older by five years but he didn't see how that mattered. Her birthday was coming up too. He was much larger then her. He wasn't big and buff with wide shoulders like Cid, but he was taller than her and evenly muscled.

Hope glared slightly at the ceiling. Just thinking of Cid made him angry. The man had never done anything to Hope so why was he angry? Easy- it was the way he looked at Light. Lightning was his, not Cid's. Hope was not an idiot. He was sure that everyone knew how Cid felt toward the young woman.

Hope continued to lean back in the chair, glaring up at the ceiling. His fists were now clenched. The man made him so angry. Hope knew that it was only a matter of time before Cid tried something. Hope, however, was too embarrassed to tell Lightning how he felt. She was very intimidating, and he wasn't sure if Light felt the same way back.

"Well, that's a new look."

Surprised, Hope was snapped out of his daze. With his weight pressed back against the chair, he fell. He groaned slightly in pain. Looking up, he saw Lightning looking over him. She was amused. Hope was embarrassed but he couldn't help but smile at the situation. With a small smile, Lightning helped him to his feet. He brushed himself off quickly, trying to forget what he had just done.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he stopped dusting himself off to turn around. Lightning was looking at him with her beautiful eyes; she looked concerned.

"Are you okay Hope? You looked angry. If staying in my room bothers you I'll sleep on the floor-"

"No!" Hope covered his mouth after is small outburst. "I mean. I just have some stuff on my mind. I'm fine. I don't have an issue staying with you. It's for the good of the village."

Lightning didn't look convinced, but she shook her head and the left the subject alone. "Okay. We should go hunting before it gets too dark."

Hope nodded before following Lightning out the front door. He trailed behind her slightly; a sigh of relief left his lips. That was a close call. He needed to stop embarrassing himself like this. How was he ever going to win her over if he acted like such an idiot? His eyes were a continuous cycle from his feet, to her, to the path, and back to his feet. As much as he tried to, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What exactly about her made him weak at the knees?

Hope shook his head and tried his best to stare straight ahead. There was no doubt in his mind that Lightning had already noticed his eyes linger a little too long upon her. He just needed to get through hunting. The last time they went hunting he ended up falling off his horse and into a river. He bowed his head in embarrassment. He seemed to be making a fool of himself as of lately.

However, Hope was very sure that it had something to do with Cid. The last hunt they went on Cid decided to invite himself. Lightning could've cared less, but Hope was against it. In the end he held his tongue and sucked it up. That didn't stop him from trying to impress Lightning, which is how he ended up in the river. He had stumbled upon a fiend in the woods and tried to take it down himself. It was in the end victorious as it flung Hope into the river.

He sighed. Yes, quite embarrassing indeed. He blinked; taking note of the barn that was coming into their way. It was old, very old actually. It had been there as long as he could remember, though, as a child is had seen better days. It held up though, made from the heart. They didn't worry about it giving out in rough weather, they knew better. It was made of wood, just like the rest of the village. The fences were long and lead out into the woods. Horses grazed upon the lush grass that grew even in the winter.

Hope spotted his horse, Alexander, grazing along the far fence. He groaned. This meant he'd have to walk quite a ways to get to him. From his side he heard a slight laugh. He quickly turned to see Lightning smirking down at him. He turned his head to the side, confused. With that, she brought her fingers to her lips and whistled.

All was quiet.

The sound of hooves ripping away at the ground had Hope turning again. A white stallion was galloping toward them. The pure white horse and its long mane made its way toward them. It did this every time they went on a hunt, but every time Hope was still amazed at Lightning's horse, Odin.

Odin was by far the fastest horse in the village. He had been a gift to Lightning when she was young. Odin had been just a foal then, but still had the same energy it had now. The thundering hooves of Odin had also attracted the attention of Alexander. The golden Palomino tried to out run the white stallion but it was no good. Alexander was left in the dust. Hope laughed at his poor horse.

Hope turned to Lightning with a smile on his face. "Thanks."

Lightning opened her mouth to return a welcome but Hope had already started walking off. She didn't follow him though. She crossed her arms and watched him go. Her lips were set in a firm line. She cursed herself. Why was she acting so nice? She shook her head. No. Nice wasn't the word. Different, now that was it.

She acted differently toward hope. She did things for him that she'd never do for other people. Simple things. Anyone else and she'd ignore them. She shrugged. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd lived with him for so long. That boy… no. She smirked. No, Hope wasn't a boy, he was a man now. He was old enough to live on his own and marry, but he chose to stay with her. Lightning couldn't remember how many of the village girls would come to her door asking for Hope. Lightning's natural reaction was to slam the door in their face without care. It was when the door slammed that Hope knew who was visiting.

She uncrossed her arms and with a sigh left her standing position to walk toward the barn. She looked up at the sky. It would only be a few hours before the night consumed them. They'd have to be swift with kills tonight and avoid the fiends. With determination set on her face, she opened the door. They didn't have long and she still had Hope to watch over.

"How long before we get there?"

"We'll arrive tonight, sir!"

"Is she there?"

"Our scout has confirmed it, sir!"

"Do they know we're coming?"

"That has not been determined, sir!"

"Alright. Dismissed."

"Yes, Sir!"

A groan left the blonde's lips as the lower peasant slipped out of his tent. They were always like this, so eager to please. Did they even know what they were fighting for? Who they were supporting? He doubted it. He turned to pour himself a class of wine. Normally he didn't touch a drink, but tonight was different. There was something in the air they smelt like trouble. He couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe everything would be alright, but something in the near future wasn't going to turn out right, he could feel it.

His tent opened swiftly but he didn't turn around, but the obnoxious calls from his fellow knight and childhood friend greeted him.

"Permission to talk, Cloud? I mean, sir! Please forgive me, Sir! Don't kill me, Sir? Cloud are you drinking? I mean, Sir?"

The man who had been mocking the peasant swiftly ducked to avoid a mug to the face. From his crouched position he laughed before standing up. "Damn Cloud, quite the arm there!"

"Zack, did you come here just to annoy me?"

Zack smirked, cocking his head to the side slightly. "Awe, come on! Just some harmless fun. What's got you all tensed up? I mean, it's barely even night and you've had a drink without me!"

Cloud sighed, massaging his temples. He made his way to the table set in the middle of his tent. He ignored the raven haired boy and sat down. He stared at the map below him eyes analyzing it. He didn't look up as Zack sat down opposite of him. Zack leaned back kicking his feet up on the table.

"So, what's the plan?"

Cloud looked up to see Zack's eyes on him serious. 'Finally.' Cloud crossed his arms before looking at the map once more. Did he have a plan? Not exactly, just orders. They were orders that he must carry out flawlessly or it's his head. He looked at Zack once more who had his eyes closed. He glared slightly. Zack wasn't helping much either.

Cloud pointed to the small village of Bodhum that was along the coast. "We arrive tonight after we get things packed up. Due to the code they must provide us shelter. I'll stay with her; you stay with the head of the village."

"Hey! Why do you get to stay with a girl and I have to stay with an old man?"

Light blue eyes cut upward at the ebony haired boy. "Our objective it to successfully escort Lightning Farron back to the king if the circumstances are right. I'll be the one to judge if the circumstances are right."

"You mean if she seems fit?"

"Yes."

Zack's lips were set in a fake pout. Cloud's expression didn't change a bit, his eyes still void of emotion. Zack rolled his eyes before sitting up straight and removing his feet from the table. "Do you think Lightning is her real name?"

There was no answer. It looked as though Cloud wasn't even listening. However, this did not stop Zack from talking.

"Lightning just doesn't sound like something you'd name your child. You know if circumstances are right she'll have to change that name. Lightning. Hrm. She must be quite the character to be named that. Can't wait to meet her! Hey! If she's not right for the job do you think I could have a go at her?"

Blue steel eyes glared up at the person who went on and on about the mystery woman they were to pick up. He blocked out the rambling. In truth, he was curious. How does one get the name Lightning? He shook his head. He didn't need to be thinking of such trivial things.

Cloud sighed, straitening up. "Do you think it will work?"

"Huh?"

"Uniting the two nations in an effort to take over another one?"

Zack paused. "Who knows? Only one way to find out!"

"I guess you're right."

"Besides, Cristal needs us. Well, at least their prince does. "Zack tapped his chin lightly.

"Yeah."

"So, how's it going with Tifa? She's still in Palumpolum. Hey! That's why when we get the girl we're going back to Palumpolum! I knew there was a reason for going back! I knew it!"

Cloud growled and turned his head the other way, ignoring the man. "We're leaving. Tell the men to pack things up."

Zach smirked and stood before mocking once more. "Yes, Sir"

Cloud watched as his fellow knight left. A smirk had its way on his face. He shook his head at his friend's amusing behavior before staring at the map. His thoughts returned to the earlier conversation about the woman. He wanted things to turn out right, and hopefully they would. They had little room for error and so on. He wouldn't admit to anything Zack had been saying. He was going to go back to Palumpolum just in case Lightning wasn't the one and they had to make a move on someone else. The time was ticking and they didn't have much of it.

Whatever the King was planning, it wasn't good. Unite two nations together? That hadn't been done in years. Even then the ties were very brittle. The nation of Cocoon lived in constant fear of being invaded from the untamed nation of Pulse. Cloud didn't see how uniting with Cristal was going to do anything. From what he had heard their prince was barely keeping things together. He snorted softly. Maybe the King was clever after all. If the prince was desperate, unity could be reached. Perhaps stability would be obtained and Pulse would be conquered. The last time it was proposed a war broke out, leaving Cocoon severely wounded.

Cloud turned to the map once more. His eyes glued to Bodhum. This woman could be the start of something this world has never seen before. 'Lightning Farron, who exactly are you?'

"Vanille, what are you making such a fuss over?"

"Oh Fang! Look at this flower arrangement I've done!"

Peach locks bounced happily about Vanille's shoulders. Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest as she looked up at the wild haired woman before her. Her bright green eyes stared up at her, awaiting her approval.

Fang raised a brow before looking at the flowers. She smirked placing a hand on her hip before turning to Vanille. "Simply stunning."

Vanille squealed in delight at the approval before prancing about the kitchen in her normal fashion. "I picked them this morning! Oh, and they smell wonderful to!"

"What time were you out?" The mood was suddenly crushed as Fang became serious.

Vanille's expression of confusion was obvious with the tilt of her head as she brought her hand to her lips in thought. "Maybe a couple hours after sunrise? Why?"

Fang paced slightly, her brow knitted together. "Word around the street is that Eden knights are here looking for something."

"All the way from Eden? But why?" Vanille asked from across the room as she watched with worry.

"That's what no one knows. It's a complete mystery to us."

Vanille sat at the table which the flower arrangement had been placed at. "I didn't see anybody."

The room was tense. They both were worried. "There are only a few of them. I doubt they're here for us."

"But Fang! If they find us who knows what they'll do to us!"

"Quiet!" Fang growled out. She was glaring at the floor. "I won't let them do anything to you." She turned holding a hand in a fist in front of her. "They'll have to go through me first!"

Vanille laughed, and in return made Fang smile. She sighed shaking her head at the girl. "I trust you, Fang!"

"Good!"

"Oh, Fang?" Vanille asked softly, eyes shifted downward. "I think I remember hearing guards say something about why the knights are coming."

Fang was immediately at attention. She was back at the table leaning over it. "What did you hear?"

Vanille shifted in her seat slightly. "Well… I wasn't very close. "She bit her lip trying to remember. "They were talking about looking for a young girl to bring back to the King. I didn't catch her first name though, only her last- Farron."

Fang tilted her head and crossed her arms. "Farron? Never heard of it. Well, at least it means we won't have to deal with them."

Vanille let out some sort of whine and she looked up at the other woman. "But Fang! That means some other girl is getting taken!"

"Hush Vanille! Do you hear what you're saying? Would you rather it be us?"

"No but-"

"Exactly. Let's not talk about it anymore. Things will happen, let them happen." Fang turned "It's not like we can do anything anyway. It's the King we're talking about."

Vanille didn't answer. Her eyes were glued to the table. She felt horrible for that other girl. She knew that Fang was right but sitting there and knowing that some poor girl was going to be taken was eating away at her. She shifted once more in her seat. There was nothing they could do.

Fang pushed off of the table. She frowned as her eyes landed on the girl who was normally happy as can be. She walked around the table before stopping before the girl. She placed her hand on the young girls shoulder and bent down slightly. "Vanille, everything will be alright. Next time, don't go out that far without me, ok?"

Vanille simply nodded. That was enough for Fang as she straightened and turned back to the flowers. "Good job. They're beautiful."

Vanille's face lit up like a light. Instantly her worries had been casted aside like they weren't important. She was back on her feet prancing around the room without a care in the world. A smile was placed on her face as she twirled about. Laughs rippled around the room like a sunny afternoon. This was perfect; everything was as it should be.

Vanille stopped for a moment turning to Fang. She was leaning forward slightly with her hands clasped behind her back. "Hey… Fang?"

Fang looked up from staring at the flowers. "Hrm?"

"Do you think that we can go visit the Sunleth Waterscape soon? I heard that it's a beautiful place to go pick flowers. Home didn't have flowers like these. Do you think we can?"

Fang looked at Vanille. Vanille's expression was so innocent like a child. Fang laughed a hearty one. "Of course!" Fang stood and smirked "I promise."

Vanille giggled in delight before rushing to give Fang a hug. It was times like these that made Fang believe that nothing could go wrong. She watched as the bundle of joy rush off to bed. Fang shook her head and sighed before sitting down. She brought her hand up and gently stroked the petals between her fingers. They were soft. She smiled. Vanille was right- that did smell amazing.

Her thoughts turned to the knights. Poor girl. There was nothing that Fang or anyone else could do. Fang knew all the dirt on people and the things that were happening. Everyone knew they were coming but no one knew why. Vanille had been lucky enough to hear why. Farron? No, the name didn't ring a bell anywhere. She crossed her arms letting the petals go gently. Something was going to happen and nothing good. She glanced at the empty door frame that Vanille had escaped through to the comfort of her bed. She smiled before standing and retreating to the confines of her own quarters. She paused at Vanille's closed door and smiled once more.

"I promise."

Vanille shifted uncomfortably in her bed. She couldn't sleep knowing what was going to happen. Sure, it was better than them getting found and being killed for trespassing in a different nation. She turned in her bed again, never finding that one comfy spot. She shut her eyes, but it still didn't help. Why would someone want to take a girl? Better yet, why did the king want her? Vanille didn't know much about the land, only that of her own back home. She turned again, to face the window. The moon's rays glowed in the night. She closed her eyes and tried to think back on the things she loved.

'When I couldn't see a future, I was afraid. When the future was clear and it hurt to see, I just closed my eyes and lost myself in happier days.'

"Oh Snow, what will she say?"

"Stop pacing! You're making me dizzy!"

The young girl stopped her pacing and turned to the burly man before her. She stomped her foot slightly against the ground, biting her lip softly. "I'm serious!"

"Serah, she's your sister! I'm sure she'll take it all in stride!"

The pink haired girl closed her eyes before sighing. This was becoming more and more difficult.

"But… but… Snow!"

"Just come here!" The blonde opened his arms and took the small girl in his embrace. She seemed too fragile in his hold. He held her softly and smiled down at her. "Tell her on her birthday! Just make sure your gift is extra amazing, alright?" He joked slightly, tickling her softly.

"I suppose you're right. Aren't you worried though?"

Snow smirked, turning his nose upward. "Psh. Your Hero is here! I'll protect you!"

Serah laughed at his hero talk and shook her head. "I meant, aren't you worried for yourself? Don't you remember what she did to you when I first introduced you as my boyfriend?"

A loud rumble erupted from his chest as his laugh filled the room. "Ha! I don't need protection! I can handle anything you throw at me! I'm more then sure I can handle Lightning as well!"

"Snow, don't try to deny what she did! You had nightmares!"

Snow turned the other way and shuddered. "You're right. The damn scariest thing that has ever happened to me." He held on to Serah tighter. "I'm pretty sure I'm traumatized." However, he managed to smirk through it all. "Just tell her. I'll do the worrying, ok?"

Serah smiled, and proceeded to give her lover a bear hug with her small limbs. She was easily outmatched by the large man holding her. "Thank you, Snow."

A genuine smile was on his lips as he stared down as the woman in his arms. "No. Thank you, my Love."

A giggle left her lips and she bathed in the moment. She closed her eyes and opened them when she felt her chin being tilted upward. The moment was sealed with a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes closed and her heart fluttered for the man she loved. The kiss ended sweetly and softly.

"It'll all be ok. I promise."

"I sure hope you're right Mr.!"

"Your Hero is always right!"

Laughter filled the room, it was soft and melodic. The moon was high in the sky, but the warmth of the sun still remained. Serah snuggled in closer to her hero. Snow laughed and embraced her tighter. "Her Birthday is in just a few days."

Snow nodded. "When is she getting here?"

"Let's see… I think in three days." Serah calculated in her head. "Oh no! That only gives me two days to clean the house, cook, and buy her a gift!"

"Whoa there! Calm down princess! We'll start tomorrow. No use doing anything tonight while you're tired!"

"Snow! I'll never get it done in time if I don't start now!"

"Shhhhh. Settle down. We'll start first thing in the morning."

Serah crossed her arms and pouted slightly in his arms before giving up and embracing him once more. "Fine, fine, fine."

"So what are you going to get her? Clothes?"

Serah laughed, and Snow was confused. She stopped laughing. "Oh! You were being serious!" Serah laughed once more, not being able to control herself. "Lightning, get clothes for her birthday? Yeah right."

"She's a girl, right? Don't girls like clothes?"

Serah shook her head laughing at the man before her. "No Silly! Not all girls are the same! Lightning is different, you know that!"

Snow nodded, completely serious. "Oh yeah, I definitely know that."

Serah punched his arm lightly, where he faked being hurt. "I was thinking of getting her a weapon, since she's a hunter in her village and a Guardian Knight."

Snow paused." Wait. She's a Guardian Knight?"

Serah covered her mouth slightly. "Yeah… she never told anyone though. That's why she's all the way out in Bodhum. She was stationed there just like my father. Lightning sent me here to get a good education."

Snow took his time processing the information. "No wonder she's scary as hell. The job fits her."

Serah agreed. "She became one as soon as she could after our parents died in the war. It's when she changed her name too."

Instantly Snow was curious. "You never told me what her real name is."

Serah shook her head swiftly. "Oh no, no, no! I can't tell you! You'll have to ask her yourself. She'd kill me if I told you!"

Snow instantly began to tickle Serah. "Come on! Tell me!"

Laughter filled the room once more instantly. Serah thrashed her small body about in attempt to break free from his tickle attack. "No!-"

The laughter died down and Snow embraced her in his arms and snuggled his head into the crook of her neck. He breathed her scent in. It was so sweet like strawberries. He kissed softly as the exposed tender flesh. Serah leaned into his touch. Snow straightened up and kissed her cheek softly. "Where do you want to have the ceremony?"

Serah didn't have a moment's hesitation. "Bodhum."

Snow smirked. "Home town, aye?"

Serah laughed shaking her head. "Well you asked! Besides, it's been a while since I've visited there anyway. I owe Lightning that much."

Snow pressed his face into her strawberry locks. "Fine by me. I just need to survive telling her first!"

Serah nodded, her eyes drifting shut. She was lost in the scent of him. It was deep and warm, nothing like his name suggested. Snow stared down at her sleeping form. He smiled. She had drifted off so easily. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to their room. Gently setting her on the bed and under the covers, he kissed her softly on the forehead. "She'll accept it. Don't worry." He whispered softly to her. Snow took his usual spot on the bed before wrapping his arms around Serah and pulling her in.

"Sleep tight, your hero is protecting you."

"Daddy!"

"Hush child, its bed time."

"But ,Daddy?"

"No buts! It's off to Bed, Dodge."

The small boy was jumping about his father trying to make him change his mind. It would do no good. Sazh had made up his mind for his child. He laughed, picking the child up and flying him about the air. The boy was in a fit of giggles. Sazh knew that this wouldn't help put his son to bed, but he couldn't help it. When his son laughed, he laughed. When his son was happy, he was happy. In truth, his son was his happiness.

The old man carried his son up to bed. The floor boards creaked with age but didn't give out. Actually, you couldn't walk around the house without making noise.

"Hey Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can we go visit the Chocobos?"

Sazh laughed and ruffled the boys fro. "Visit Nautilus? Sure, I don't see why not."

"Thank you ,Daddy!" the boy hugged his father before being placed on the bed.

It wasn't until the boy was tucked away sweetly in bed that Sazh dared to creak his way back down stairs to blow the candles out. He was back upstairs in no time. The sounds of the night greeted his ears and he washed up and placed himself down on his bed. He laid there for a while, arms crossed behind his bed as he stared at the ceiling.

He smiled as his thoughts drifted to his son. He shook his head. That boy had too much energy. The boy loved Chocobos alright. Chocobos were scarce around here. You had to go to Nautilus for those. It would only be a ways trip if you traveled by foot. You passed a few cities on the way if you did though. But it was for Dodge, so it would be worth it. Besides, a trip sounded fun. There wasn't much to do in Palumpolum anyway. Dodge would be going to Euride Gorge for school and Sazh would be accompanying him.

The Euride Gorge wasn't too far from Nautilus anway, so maybe they'd go to Nautilus after his school trip. Just leave from the Gorge. Yeah, that sounded just about right. Still he couldn't shake this feeling. He had heard a group of people talking about knights coming to Palumpolum. That was crazy talk. What would the knights want here anyway? It's just a port city. Guardian normally ran things around here. The only time the PSICOM Knights came was under direct order of the King. So, now the question was, what did the king want?

He'd have to keep a close eye on Dodge, just in case things got messy. Nothing good ever happened when PSICOM was here. Sazh shook her head. There wasn't much you could do though. The king threatened people with sending them to Pulse as traitors, or what he called the 'Purge'. People were afraid of that nation. It was wild and untamed. After the war, no one trusted it. People would do anything if they knew there was a chance they'd be sent there. It was like being banished to hell. No one wants to go to hell, unless you're just plain crazy.

There were legends that people from Pulse had made their way here and lived amongst the people of Cocoon. It was normally the PSICOM that dealt with Pulse issues. If you were discovered to have any ties to Pulse what so ever you were executed. You weren't sent back to your home nation, no, that would be too kind. They were killed in public, a way to scare the other Pulse creatures. Everyone knew better then what PSICOM advertised. They always tried to make it look like they were the good guys. If you were from Pulse and you willingly gave yourself up, you'd be sent to Pulse no questions asked. That was never the case.

If you were from Pulse, you were killed. If you associated yourself with Pulse and got caught, you were sent there. It was easy to do things with Pulse from the comfort of your home in Cocoon, but once sent to Pulse there was no return. There were horrific stories about Pulse, gruesome things. Like how the people there were cannibals, a bunch of savage beasts. People feared Pulse more than the King, and the King used that against them. For the King, Pulse was his power.

Realization hit Sazh. Maybe the reason PSICOM was in Palumpolum was to track Pulse residents. If that were the case then Dodge would not be leaving the house without him until those knights were gone. He didn't want his son being exposed to that kind of thing like murder. That's all executions were murder with a bunch of fancy words to cover it all up with some form of justice. It was murder, plain and simple. The nation of Cocoon was falling apart. Pulse had been weaved into their minds like a pet being trained. Pulse was something used to keep people locked up.

People who tried to revolt against the King were either sent to Pulse or executed as well. More times than not, they were executed. Why? To be shown as an example. To show the Pulse wasn't the only thing to be feared. The King wanted to make sure that the people knew he was just as powerful if not more. So, what better way to prove that then bringing death himself? Sazh snorted. It was slimy business, something he tried not to get into. Politics were never his forte but that didn't stop him from having his own opinion.

He turned over, back facing the windows. He stared at the wall. Yup, he was more than sure that something was going to happen. There was no word of Pulse people being about. So, maybe there was something else. He sure hoped it had nothing to do with Pulse, for the sake of his son. He wanted to shelter his son as much as he could from the cold truth of Cocoon. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts of his son drift back to him. The image of Chocobos filled his head. He'd get one for his son.

"City of Dreams." He laughed. "That doesn't sound too bad."

"What news do you bring?"

Heels clicked against the ground softly. "Everything is going according to planned."

"Have they both been found?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Very well, Jihl. Again, spotless as usual."

"Thank you, your Majesty." The blonde haired woman bowed before the king.

She stood to stand respectfully before him. He smirked. Yes, everything was clicking right into place, as he liked it. None would dare defy the king, the gods forbidden it. He was messenger to them, a servant in ways. But, he held power over the people. He was in command of his legion, over his land of Cocoon. It was all his. And soon he would also own Cristal, a neighboring nation across the untamed Pulse.

He cackled slightly. The prince was in much need of an heir, as well as a wife. He was more than ready to supply one, at a cost. King Dysley leaned against his thrown, crown upon his head. What better way to unit a nation then under love? Dysley spat. Love? Ha. It was a joke for mere mortals to believe in. However, Dysley needed the nation of Cristal if he wanted to conquer Pulse as well. He laced his hands together. It was only a matter of time.

He had the people of Cocoon wrapped around his finger. These mortals were such stupid creatures. They'd never understand the concepts that he spent years thinking of. Now was the perfect chance to ensemble his plan.

"Jihl! Where is Captain Yaag Rosch?"

"On his way to Palumpolum, your Majesty."

"And what of Strife?"

"Entering Bodhum as we speak."

"Perfect."

His fingers tapped lightly against the thrown. His eyes stared at the map on the floor of the world. The world was made up mostly of ocean. The nations were merely floating land. Water surrounded them everywhere. Above Cocoon was an ocean that separated Cocoon from Pulse. Pulse was large and not much was known about it. That's how the Dysley liked it. The less people knew about Pulse, the better. What people didn't know scared them. It was the perfect tool to keep Cocoon under him.

His main focus was getting the nation of Cristal. Their nation was on a brink of revolt. They needed stability, they needed allies. Cocoon was one of the most power nations in the world; none had successfully conquered the land. Cristal was located on the other side of Pulse. With its location, Pulse could be infiltrated through both sides, how perfect that would be. Pulse would finally be his! Victory was so close he could taste it.

"How long before they arrive here in Eden?"

"A week minimum, your Majesty."

Dysley paused to think, his fingers still tapping on the thrown. "Very well. I want this castle spotless."

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Tell me Jihl, which sister do you think he'll choose."

"It's hard to say. Based on what I've heard I feel Lightning would be the best choice."

A loud ruble left his lips. "Lightning? My, what an interesting choice. What makes you say that?"

Jihl straightened up, lifting her glasses to her face. "I feel he'll choose a strong character. I could be wrong. Perhaps he's soft at heart."

"Hrm. Maybe Lightning will be too much for him. I feel she may influence the prince to turn on us."

"Perhaps we should use the other sister to our advantage?"

Dysley smirked, nodding his head. "I see your point. You're right. What better way to get what I want than to bend the emotions of another. Excellent, Jihl."

She didn't nod but bowed her head, a smirk on her face. He waved his hand in a shooing motion where she left the room. Dysley tapped his fingers together. What an excellent plan. The ideas started clicking right away in his mind. Yes. Perfect. Use those around him to manipulate. One would not be able to defy him. Lighting Farron would be the perfect choice.

His lips were set in a firm line. It wouldn't be easy. If she was anything like her father then it wouldn't be an easy task. He'd have to break her along the way. It would take quite some time before the Prince could make it to Eden or if he were to travel to Cristal. His eyes darkened. They'd make it in time. There were plenty at his disposal who could break the spirit of Lightning. She couldn't be much without her spark.

All he had to do was snap his fingers and his plan would come into play. Lure her in, but not too quickly. No. That would defeat the purpose. This would have to take some time, but in the end, worth it. Emotions were weakness, and he'd use that to his advantage. He'd take what was most precious to her. He'd bring the world down around her. When he finally had her in his claws, that's when he'd break her. It would be a long process, but in the end, he knew Pulse would be his.

His eyes returned to the map. He stared at Bodhum. His knights were already there. Good. It was only a matter of days before his other captain would be in Palumpolum. That is where everything would go down. He'd get what he wanted as well an instilling fear amongst the people. A purge was in order. Grab an innocent person and ship them off to Pulse. That would do it. No one would dare question his actions, he was king after all. Besides, every person denies being affiliated with Pulse. It would be easy. There had been some reports of possible Pulse refuges hiding there. That would scare them back into hiding.

The purge was a very effective tool to put people back in their place. They had used it long before the war. It scared people, put them on edge. Fear of the purge kept people in their place. It also left people trusting the King to protect its citizens by purging the undesirables. No one complained of the purge if it was for the good of the people. One life was worth it to save millions of others. Dysley smirked, why not give people something to get excited about?

"Jihl! Get me a pen and a scroll! It's time for Prince Noctis to come for a visit."

Well, did you all like it? I sure hope so!

It's not as long as I would have liked it but I can't complain.

I have introduced all the main characters basically in one form or another. These are the people that will make the story interesting and exciting! Yey!

I make chapters by parts. As you can tell this chapter was composed of 7 parts. Each part introduced major roles. If you're confused I'm going to break the sections down into details without giving away the plot! If you understand everything then you don't have to read anything below.

Section one: Introduces main character (Lightning) and side character (Cid). Eden knights are coming and will arrive tomorrow. The village of Bodhum can do nothing but wait. Due to laws they must shelter the knights. You learn that Cid has feelings for Lightning.

Section two: Introduces another main character (Hope). You learn that Hope has feelings for Lightning as well. Lightning tells Hope of the plans. You meet the two horses (Odin and Alexander). Don't forget them. Lightning begins to realize that she treats Hope differently. What will this lead to?

Section three: Meet the bad guys! (Not really). You meet Cloud and Zack who are the knights on the way to Bodhum. They are going there for Lightning, but why? You hear about Tifa.

Section four: You meet two very important characters (Vanille and Fang). Vanille likes flower picking and Fang's profession is yet to be discovered. We find out that knights are also going to Palumpolum. This spooks Vanille and Fang. Why though? What are they hiding? You learn that they are there for a girl with the last name Farron? Hrm, sound familiar?

Section five: Now on to the two love birds (Snow and Serah). If you couldn't tell Serah is Lightning's sister. What are the two discussing? What are they scared to tell Lightning? And what's Lightning's real name?

Section six: Awe, some father son love. (Dodge and Sazh). We learn Dodge loves Chocobos and will be going to visit them. Now, this is the most important section of them all. This section fills you in about Pulse and the Purge. Very important.

Section seven: Meet King Dysley! He's our bad guy. And then you meet his assistant (Jihl) who's not really his assistant. You hear about Yaag Rosch. You get a more in depth look of his plans and who the prince is.

So there you have all the sections condensed down basically. Oh and Yes, I didn't spell Cristal wrong. It's not Crystal on purpose. And I know you're like, wtf, Noctis is in this? Hell yeah he is! This is under XIII and VII because Noctis is in XIII Versus so basically he can fall under XIII.

Review, review, review! Give me some ideas and opinions! Wait and find out what happens in the next chapter! Expect some fluff! Thanks for reading!