Though my own thoughts were ripped from me, there was a small part of my mind that always cried out whenever that man would make me do things that I did not want to do.
Kill.
Murder.
Destroy.
Burn up everything!
This was one sadistic person. I knew he was far too evil for his own good. He was not only evil, but he was absolutely insane. Actually insane is to put it mildly; I have no idea what to call this guy, because he has got to be off the charts.
Anyways, I still remember vividly that day. I know for a fact that I have always been in this Empire. I destroyed about 50 of the Empire's soldiers in about 2-3 minutes.
My mind kept telling me not to do this, but as soon as Kefka gave the order to me, I could not think twice.
It had to have been about 10 years when Kefka put on this dreadful crown. Every day was pure Hell for me. If I was not out murdering or burning something up, my other purpose was to please either Kefka or his Emperor in ways that I do not want to even please them.
I always wonder at times, what happened to my parents? Did they abandon me? Did they just give me to this cursed Empire? Or is it truly the one that I have come to believe, that they were killed when I was an infant? Or maybe I was kidnapped? I pray that the first two were not true.
Anyway while part of my thoughts are still there, perhaps the subconscious parts… the other part the conscious part is in more control, control only through the use of a crown on my head. That is why right now I am going through what has to be below freezing weather in the mountains, with two lowly Imperial soldiers, toward a coal-mining city of Narshe. Our goal is simple: Find the frozen Esper, kill any whom stand in our way, and bring back the Esper to the Empire. The only joy I get out of all of this is for a few days I do not have to see either Kefka or the Emperor.