Final Fantasy 5

-P R O L O G U E-

Night had begun to descend upon Tycoon Castle. There was an eerie stillness present, as though the wind itself had stopped moving. The usual sound of birds flying back to their nests was gone, and the clouds remained stationary in the sky. The leaves in the trees moved naught an inch. Looking up from his bedroom window, the King of Tycoon saw that the flags atop the castle had fallen as well. Odd, he thought, but the wind would blow again anytime soon. It's highly unlikely that that could have happened.

Five minutes passed and there was no wind.

Ten minutes passed. Still, not even a gentle breeze could be felt.

The King began to worry. This was completely unnatural. To be sure, he took a candle from the stand on his desk and held it up outside the window. The flame remained totally upright, not bending even slightly. A look of absolute horror struck his face.

He had to look into this, he thought to himself as he rushed to put on his armor. If what he thought had happened really did happen, it would be the greatest calamity to ever befall his domain. The wind could NOT just stop. He grabbed his sword and shield and dashed out of his bedroom and into the throne room. The clatter of his equipment caught the attention of his daughter, who looked up, puzzled.

"Father?" she called after him. The king ignored her.

She followed him all the way to the top of the castle; the tower where the king's Hiryuu was kept, and called him again.

"Father, wait! Where are you going?" she inquired, fearing her father had lost his mind.

"There's something odd about the wind." he answered her without looking at her. "I'm going to the Wind Temple to check on things. I'll be back in a bit."

"Should I come along?" his daughter asked.

"No, I'll be fine. Stay here." And with that, he mounted the Hiryuu and flew off toward the Wind Temple, disappearing into the shadows.

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