Prologue

Time: ????

Place: ????

A depressed girl was standing in the courtyard. She had lovely blue hair that was flowing in the wind. A tall, royal man stood at the entrance. He had radical blue hair, exotic bangs, and a sense of determination in his eyes.
"Oh, you're here," said the young lady, "I have been waiting for my medicine, and, you." The girl started to cry, pressing her face into the boys chest. "Take me with you, please!"
"I cannot, I must go away to become a lancer like my father," said the boy, "I may only be twelve, but I must carry out my father's wish. If he hadn't gone to the war and gotten himself killed, maybe he would be here to teach me his art of the spear."
"Maybe so, but I still love you," said the girl, "I will promise to miss you on your adventure. Goodbye. Have a safe trip, please, promise to come back." A short shadowy man had inched his way near the couple without them noticing.
"Oh, he won't come back, heh, heh, he'll never come back." He whispered as he knocked them out. "Never, ever." With that, he stuffed them into a silk sack, hopped onto his chocobo, and rode off to the gate. As he passed, he tipped his hat to the guards, and told them his sack was full of goods.
Later, when he passed the woods just a few miles away, he threw the bag into the stream, then he just rode off.