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The Promise of Dawn
The Beginning of The End
A figure stood in the middle of a dark circular room. The faint candle light gave the room and the occupants within an ominous glow. The figure was clad in a dark purple cloak with black trimmings. The hood he wore cast shadows on his face, hiding his features. But looking at his face was not the only way to determine his expressions at this moment. His cloak was moving slightly, showing he was shaking due to fear.
He stood head down and listening what the person sitting in front of him has to say and cringing whenever the personage in front raised his voice.
"It's been decades since we have searched for the vessel, and still, we have not found one trace of where he is!" The person sitting, seemingly the leader, spat at the standing man.
"W-we found him before."
"Ohoh, then tell me where he is."
"He…he barely managed to escape from Nibelheim."
"You say something of that sort every time." The leader spat.
"But, that is how it is every time sire."
"FOOL! You spent many decades searching for him; you have men under your order, each with their own specialties!" He paused. "And yet …and yet you cannot catch one damn person!" He slammed his fist on the armrest, breaking it automatically.
"Please sire, you must give me another chance, he escaped merely by dumb luck." The henchman pleaded.
The leader was laughing. "You ask for another chance. Tell me, how many chances have I given you so far?"
The lackey's head seemed to go down lower than what was even possible.
"I gave you many, eh." He said as a statement rather than a question. "Why should I trust you once more, when I know that you will probably fail me once again?"
"…"
Slightly smiling, he said in a cold, silky voice; "Goodbye." The people standing guard at the entrance to the room moved towards the lackey. Their movement seemed as though they were floating.
He was being dragged away. "No! Please, sire, give me one more chance! I promise you, you'll have what you want!" "His last words echoed through the room as he was being pulled out and to his doom.
"Soirian!" The leader barked. Moments later, another man clad in the same cloak as the other man seemed to materialize from the air and stood waiting.
"You called." The man named Soirian said as a statement. Unlike the other man, he was not wearing his hood. His long and straightalmost whiteblonde hair went slightly past mid back and covered his left eye and part of the other. His handsome and tan features were unfazed with the scar running from mid cheek to his lip. His sea green eyes stared at his leader without a trace of fear.
"Convey the man known as Vincent Valentine and bring him here alive if possible. Oh, and retrieve the golden materia. Use as many men as needed, just make sure you don't fail me as Makai has or you will confront something much worst than him." He said while smiling, showing off his mouthful of weapons.
The man known as Soirian gave a slight bow and left the same way he had entered.