The tall red-headed male walked alone. He had always walked alone to wherever he pleased; not answering to anyone. He believed that strength was to fight alone without the company of others; he had always fought alone.
That was until he met Zidane for the second time. It was strangely ironic how the boy who had made him a wanted man had changed his life for the better as well. The day Amarant battled Zidane in the deserted Summoner's village had angered him to start with; he was to be killed when he lost, not have his life spared to continue as a failure. A loss meant humiliation, which led on to being damageable to a reputation as a fearless warrior. They called him the Flaming Amarant; he was undefeated in one-on-one combat and never missed the chance for a fight – it was his only reason for being alive. Now he had another reason for living, even if he didn't quite know what that was; he did know that there was something more to fighting and being the best.
What he still didn't understand was Zidane's 'nature'; the blonde boy had often referred to certain things as going against his beliefs, but Amarant couldn't determine why or where these beliefs had come from. Did he figure them out for himself, or was he told to abide by them? Or were they widely accepted throughout Gaia? Amarant frowned; if they were widely accepted, people like Kuja or Queen Brahne wouldn't have done the terrible deeds they did.
Shaking his head, he crossed an unstable wooden bridge with ease before a voice yelled out to him. He turned around, only to find Lani running after him.
"Where are you going?" she asked curiously, her battle axe attached threateningly on her back.
"Alexandria, to watch the play," he replied. He thought about the long journey still ahead. "You can tag along, if you want. Just keep up". Without another word, he carried on walking.
Lani was taken back with shock before realising Amarant was going without her. "Hey! Wait for me!"