Prologue
Clouds Of Mystery
Dollet…
2 years had gone by since the end of the last war of the sorceress and the sea-side city on the Galbadia continent had seen a lot of changes for such a short time. After the reconstruction effort following the Galbadian attack early in the war, the city had seen a big rise in population as more and more people saw Dollet as a better alternative to the politically volatile Deling City. As a result, new, pre-built and fast deployed houses had been arranged for and the city had become a bustling metropolis relying on naval trade with the other continents.
Yet, for one man in particular such mundane events had little to no importance…
His name no one knew, in fact, no one had even seen anyone going in or out of the luxurious apartment of Trabia Street, the place where all the rich and successful traders lived in. Obviously such place was filled with high profile individuals with connections to the smuggling business but those were not the worry of the honest people who lived there. Somehow, ever since that apartment had been bought with cash, a strange feeling of dread has settled over the surrounding houses. No one dared speak of it, but everyone felt it…
...Something awful was going on in that apartment.
The man that everyone knew for sure that was no trader could in fact pose easily as a trader, with his black blazer and tie, completed with yet another black shirt underneath. His short black hair with silver linings and slightly aged face seemed to indicate a man moving through his forties while his toned body seemed to indicate he was not quite past his prime in the physical aspect. Despite the obviously executive clothing, the man was working on a lab, filled with test tubes holding strange liquid substances. As the man saw his experiment nearing the end, excitement grew in his silverish eyes and he finally picked up the tube holding the last and most important ingredient of the mix, threw it in and then-
The explosion that rocked the lab would have killed a normal man, but to the enigmatic character it only served to annoy him to his core. Luckily the windows were blinded and the walls sound-proofed so no one would notice either the large flash at the loud noise of the explosion. Yet, from the kitchen came a dark skinned individual wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, his shaved head and muscular body doing little to hide the fact that he was a fighter in his twenties. His brown eyes were trained on the other male, showing both startling and amazement.
"Boss, are you alright?" Questioned the shirtless fighter as the "boss" got up and cleaned the dust from his suit.
"DJ, by the last time, even in this accursed place you shall call me by my rightful title, the Shadow King." The man's voice was deep and annoyed, not caring to face the other individual.
"Sorry bo.. I mean my king. So, I guess it was another failed experiment?" DJ offered the king a hand to get back on his feet. "This sample is also unusable" answered the monarch, dismissing the helping hand.
"Boss, are you sure we're even looking for the right thing? I mean it's been-"
"Are you questioning the information I gathered?" A third figure spoke from the shadows in the corner, her sweet yet piercing voice filling the room as she stepped out of the shadows to reveal herself. The heavy leather trench coat she wore would have hidden most of her forms if it was zipped, but she wore it open, partially revealing her slim feminine form, her large hips and the dark blue blouse that covered a pair of seductive breasts that being large and well formed enough to please most men, were also believably natural and graceful, unlike the plastic fakes one could find in the red light districts of Dollet.
While DJ couldn't take his eyes from bellow her neck, the Shadow King instead gazed at her face, unable to keep himself from admiring her pale and clean skin, prominent cheeks, her small delicate lips and her deep and mysterious blue eyes that could pierce a man to the soul with just a stare. Resting loosely atop her shoulders, her beautifully golden and silk-soft hair completed the picture of a woman worthy of the great emperors of old, a woman that could make princes fight bloody wars against each other just to win her heart, a woman that could very well lure the most composed man into insanity.
"So?" The woman demanded, stopping near DJ who then finally raised his eyes to meet her gaze. "No Switch, I only-"
"Thought?" The woman cut his sentence once more. "Since when do you think, you idiot? At least with your upper head that his…"
"Hey common' it's not like you-" a slap hit DJ across the face, cutting his sentence yet once again. "And it's Shadow King, not Boss you idiot."
DJ seemed ready to answer back but both were cut by the self titled Shadow King. "Switchblade, DJ! Enough small talk, to the briefing room."
The Shadow King strode past the duo, heading into a smaller room filled with antique (and expensive) furniture and paintings. It seemed like the kind of room where a rich and bored collector would store his treasures and boast about them when friends would come over. Not a second later, the other two individuals joined the older man, each one sitting on a chair while the Shadow King stood between them and his desk. "Switchblade's information was right to a degree, but it's no use trying to use lesser samples, the magics involved are just too powerful for beings of even medium capabilities. It is time we return to our original plan; we all know who possesses the power we need, even if he doesn't know it. There is no other way to open that blasted door, we need to get it out of him… we need him..."
"But my lord…" Switchblade interrupted, her legs crossed and her face inquisitive and alert "The person you speak of has gone out of the grid months ago, we don't know where he is, if he even lives…"
"We do now." The Shadow King answered, tasting every word as a grim smile formed on his lips. "Balamb Garden. Our little friend has finally surfaced in Balamb Garden. Switchblade, DJ, you know what to do, I want the subject ripe for harvest as soon as possible, use whatever means you ne-"
Only then did the king understand his subject was fast asleep. As the Shadow King's kick sent DJ flying into the wall, crashing against a piece of wooden furniture, Switchblade was sure the "idiot" would at least stay down a few hours from that kick, until he eventually woke to a lot of pain… "All the better, at least he'll keep his mouth shut" she thought.
Author's Notes:
So here it is, my very first fanfic for this site, tough I have written for other sites around the web. Anyway here is the prologue just to get things started, I hope you like the three new characters I introduced as much as I'm having fun fleshing them. Their characters go much more deep than the tip of the iceberg I've shown you in this prologue... you'll see...
Anyway, this is a preety ambitious and epic project that I've been projecting in my head for quite some time, but always had to pospone because of other more pressing matters. Now it's time to get it done! That said, know that the thing I hate the most (when it comes to writting) is writters who leave their stories unfinished, so rest assured that the story will have an ending (actually... I already know what the ending will be like...)
Anyway, next (and first) chapter should be completed by the end of the week and after extensive reviewing of the material, I'm hoping to have it posted by the weekend or, in the worst case scenario, in a week. Review if you want, but remember... we're just warming up ;)
Neo Midgar
