Author's note: Kefka's past has always been one that has interested me, along wit Terra's, so I decided to write about it ^_^

This is my first story so go easy on me! _

Disclaimer: I do not own Kefka or any other FFVI characters, but if I did I'd be hella happy, but they are SE's! DX

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Chapter One: A Better Life?

The night was dark and silent, almost lonely. Although the presence of the twinkling stars and mystifying moon had kept the gloomy blackness company. The stars danced through the night sky, creating a sense of magnificent beauty while the moon illuminated the town below in a warm glow. The town itself, was still. It was the magical town of Thamasa, descendents of the Magi roamed it's streets by day, keeping the secret of their famous heritage away from the inhabitants outside of Crescent Island. Magic was a Rare thing...

Through the very streets of Thamasa, the silence was soon broken, by the soft yesteady footsteps of a male presence. His expression was stern and his eyes were locked upon his target, the place he had set to go to. He sighed, his hazel eyes falling down onto the bundle in his arms. Draped underneath all the blue blankets, was a boy, a baby boy, to be precise. The boy yawned in his amrs, causing the male to smile ever so slightly. Yet he couldn't hep but feel sorry for him, he did for all the children who had 'this' happen. Poor boy... he thought to himself.

The man came to the door of a large, long building. He raised his hand to knock, before witdrawing it once more, his eyes still set on the child. But he had to do this, he had to bring him here. He raised his arm once more and knocked the door, trying hard not to be 'too loud'.

"It's open..." came a deep voice, the man shifted in response and placed his hand around the doorknob, he pulled it open then allowed himself in.

He gazed around the large, familiar room, taking in every detail- from the large mantelpiece with various ornaments settled atop it to the fine, polished wooden floor. His hazel optics soon fell upon the figure behind the large desk opposite the doorway, it was another man, younger than himself. He had fine chestnut coloured hair and deep green eyes, a long grey suit complete with a white shirt and a crimson coloured tie. The young man gazed over his spectcales and grinned at his vistor, placing down the book wedged in between his thumb and his finger. He leaned forward on his chair and beamed at the guest, his head rested on his hands. "Evan Vackler, I wonder what brings you here..." he chuckled lightly. Evan forced a smile, taking a step towards the man.

"It has to be obvious, Mister Webler, hasn't it?" he replied coolly.

"Call me Joel, Evan..." Joel grunted, he didn't like when people didn't use his first name that much. Joel gazed down at the bundle in Evan's arms, sighing softly, he gained eye contact with Evan. "So, is this it, then?" he asked, refering to the boy in Evan's arms. Evan nodded and heaved the baby in his arms, hoping to make it feel more comfortable.

"Yes, yes it is..."

Joel waltzed out from behind the desk and over beside Evan and his, bundle of joy. Examining him for a moment, Joel glared at Evan from the corner of his eye, "So what's thsi one's story?" he questioned, Evan sighed and cradled the baby slowly in his arms. "Well, his mother just recently died of a heart attack and his father-"

"Abandoned her...?" Joel interrupted, causing Evan to grunt slightly.

"No," he replied, "He died a few months ago in an accident, before the child was born..."

"Sad..." Joel yawned, rolling his eyes, as if he didn't care.

"His mother came here, said something about living a 'better life' here, but she was exhausted, she went through to much..." Evan continued, as if reciting the whole event that had took place when he met her, " She told me to look after him, for her, the better life must have been for him, huh?"

"What good is life in an orphanage..." Joel replied dryly.

"Maybe someone will take him in, someday." Evan said with a tinge of hope through the breath of words.

"Keep hoping..." Joel sighed and wheeled around, before glancing over his shoulder, "What's the boy's name?"

Evan blinked, thinking silently to himself, his name? What was it again...?

"...Kefka..." Evan replied, "Kefka Palazzo..."

Joel grinned and rolled the name on his tongue, "Kefka? I like it..."

Evan smiled down at the baby and cooed softly, "So do I, he's such a cute baby, isn't he?"

"Yeah..." Joel smiled, looking down at Kefka's small face, he watched his eyes open slowly, they were coloured a beautiful azure colour. Kefka yawned and closed his eyes once more, Joel chuckled and placed a hand on the baby's forhead, "Well, best welcome Kefka to our little family here at the orphanage..."

Evan looked back up at Joel and handed baby Kefka to him, before running his hand through his blonde locks, "Take care of him well, it's what his mother wants..."

Joel nodded, watching Evan make his way out of the orphanage door. He paused for a moment, looking down at the baby Kefka once more. Poor kiddo probably doesn't understand where he is, or where his parents have gone... He sighed heavily, But, he's not the only one...

Joel cuddled the baby close and walked to the door of the other orphan's bedroom quarters.

Once inside, he carefully tiptoed down to a vacant crib, and placed the bundle down in it, patting his blankets and making sure they were ok before leaning back and examining the child.

Sleep Tight.