Prologue

"What do you mean they're still not revealing the green eyes sanctuary?" A cold and shrill voice yelled as he slammed down on his desk angrily. The man in front of him flinched before taking his hat in his hands slowly, twisting it nervously as he looked to the two men behind him for help. They did not, however, step forward as he would have wished. Taking in a deep breath the man slowly shrugged, becoming tenser with every word he spoke.

"They- they're still refusing sir...we can't kill them, we've tried all sorts of methods to break them down for information but- we- we still can't…" He whispered shakily. The room was deadly silent for a moment, making everyone hold their breath as they looked toward the shadowed figure. He did not say a word. One foolish man suddenly stepped forward- belting out-

"We've been trying for FIFTEEN years sir! Can't we just kill them and go after another artifact? Is this green eyes magic voodoo stuff REALLY that valuable?" he asked angrily. Everyone looked at him in shock, of course all of them had been thinking it for these past months, but no one had DARED say it aloud- especially not in front of the boss himself.

They all waited for his reaction, and after a moment- he smiled.

"…it seems you don't understand the true…power… that this medallion holds." He whispered lowly, twisting his hand this way and that before sitting back in his chair. With a sigh he shook his head, it was like trying to explain nuclear physics to a bunch of infants.

"To put it in simpleton terms, the medallion will give me more power than any other item on this Earth, and nothing, I repeat- NOTHING, is going to keep me from getting it. I don't care if it takes you another thirty years, I want that location!" He screamed out suddenly snapping as he stood up in fury, throwing his chair over the table. The men yelled out in surprise and jumped out of the way just in time as their boss started to breath heavy.

"And I can't have any IDIOTS keeping me from that prize- " He yelled grabbing the one who had spoken up by the neck. He coughed, suddenly being lifted into the air as he gasped for air. The man only held onto his neck harder until the man's face grew blue.

"Do-I-make-myself-clear?" He asked spitting out each syllable harshly. The man nodded quickly, trying to pry the man's hands off as he choked. There was a loud clang as the man dropped to the floor, gasping for breath as he pleaded for forgiveness.

"Good." He whispered going behind his desk once more. Everyone in the room let out a breath they had been holding before trying to ease out of the awkward situation. The previously courageous speaker hurried to the door when he was stopped by a sharp tone of voice-

"One more thing Raymond…" Raymond turned around slowly before nodding with a shiver.

"…y-yes boss?" He asked softly. His body dropped to the floor as a loud shot rang out , everyone in the building stared at the bleeding body with wide eyes as he gagged on his own blood, twisting this way and that while he clutched onto his bleeding chest.

"Now, does anyone else have an idea about what we should or shouldn't be doing?" He asked coldly. With a slow breath they slowly shook their heads. With a smile the man sat back down ever so slowly before looking at his remaining crew.

"Since we don't have any more naysayers in the room…who has an idea on how to get those- fools- to lead us to the green eyed people." He whispered, his cold brown eyes traveled to Eduardo, who sat in the corner, looking down at the now bloody floor with a slow breath.

"What about you Eduardo? You've known them the longest…if pain won't break them, then what will?" He asked slowly. Eduardo shifted in his seat some, wrinkles making his face look sad and old- withered. With a soft breath he slowly shrugged.

"I…I don't know sir." He whispered pitifully. This did not satisfy the man at all. He growled biting down in his fingers some.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He whispered with poison on each word. The man flinched before rubbing his hair gently, Stella and Miles were unusually lucky and good people, there was no way that they were about to let an entire civilization possibly die just because they valued their own lives- after all that's what got them in this mess to begin with.

"I…Miles and Stella…the green eyes trust them for a reason, and that's because they're noble-…normal methods, aren't going to work, and they haven't…if you want anything out of them you'll have to be able to find something else they care about besides themselves…" Eduardo carefully explained. He looked up to see, much to his relief that the man was leaning back in his chair, stroking his chin in thought.

"Something besides themselves? Like what?" He asked specifically. Eduardo gulped some before looking around for an out.

"You know…villagers…friends…"

"Family…" He finished for him with a slow smile crawling over his face.

"…y-yes I suppose. But, they don't have any family in San Lorenzo…" He whispered.

"No, but they do in the state's…. " He mused, his mind starting to go into work.

"Miles parents yes but…it's been years, I'm sure they've passed away by now…" Eduardo whispered.

"Perhaps…but I'm sure their son hasn't…well" he laughed to himself "at least not yet."