Mirrored

by PlatinumBowser

Based on the Moonlite Bar Characters and story from GaiaOnline, this story takes place on a seperate TimeLine, i dont expect to be posting character descriptions unless its major changes ive done to their original forms. you can see what they really look

1. Chapter 1

Mirrored

Prologue:

A man sat behind a large desk in an empty room, large Tapestries hung from the walls depicting an epic battle that was not to long ago in the past. The man sat with his elbows on the table, his chin rested on his fists.

'Something is not right,' thought the man. 'Why do I feel so empty right now?' He got up from his Chair and made his way across the room, his shoes echo on the tile as he goes. He quickly finds himself out on the Balcony of his office, just outside sat the entire kingdom of Centriel, his homeland.

Centriel is ahead of every other country in the world technologically, economically, and in sheer Militia strength. Soft glowing round roofs of the nearby buildings gleamed slightly in the soft light of the sun, several zip crafts rise from a nearby hangar to do their daily patrol. Inside this mans heart he felt as if he had made a wrong decision somewhere, that his life was not what it was supposed to be, even though his country was prospering he felt like he was fake, hollowed out, and slightly depressed.

His Clerk knocked lightly on the door as she came in, her heels clicked on the tile floor as she came towards him. He smiles lightly to the girl.

"Hello Yasumi! How are you today?" he asks airily. The Girl was about 17, 18 years old, her hair was extremely long yet cared for, and she had dressed in her usual attire which consisted of a business suit with a skirt, her glasses rid low on her nose. She smiles to him in the same fake light smile he had just given her.

"Your 10 appointment is here Furer," she responds to him, her voice simply angelic, he always wondered why she never went into singing or why she never bothered to learn an instrument.

"Yasumi, how many times must I ask you to call me Brad, you know I can't stand that title, it's to official for me," his smile warms a bit, showing some trace of whatever was left of his soul. She nods and starts out of the room her heels clicked quicker as she slightly hurried out.

"I do what I can to displease you, you wretched man," she murmurs under breath as she closes the door her eyes seem to blaze with a fire and passion of pure hatred.

Brad sat at his desk as he buzzed in his next appointment, a long day of politics lay ahead of him and he was ready to take it on.