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A/N: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)

Forgotten Tears:

Larsa and Shelke

3.

Shelke wandered through the slums of Midgar, where the Mako reactors and Nethicite mines were located. As she made her way out of Sector Seven she ran into the last person she expected to see, that young boy.

"Meeting you here has presented a great opportunity. In cooperation lies our hope," He said, jumping down from peering over a nearby rail and making his way over to her.

"I don't…" Shelke began but trailed off as Lamont placed something in her hand.

"For you, may it bring you good fortune."

Shelke stared down at the object, deep in thought. It was a delicate Nethicite stone. "Why…why would someone do something so…?" She whispered, not realizing that he'd heard her.

"Listen to me." He said, kneeling down in front of her as though making a proposal. "The men of my family, we are thought to place the needs of others before those of our own. I will see that you are kept from harm. It is my duty to House Solidor."

"It can't be…" Shelke breathed, shrinking back.

Now she knew who he really was. He certainly wasn't an ordinary boy and he was no Lamont. He was, in fact, young Larsa Solidor, Prince of Arcadia.

"Forgive me, I presumed over much. If you cannot trust me then, please, take me as your hostage." Larsa proclaimed abruptly, bringing Shelke back to reality.

She shook her head. "I don't understand how someone could give their own life for that of another."

Feeling that he may have been too forward Larsa answered. "I must apologize. Please, allow me to accompany you."

Shelke didn't responded and began walking away. Smiling, Larsa followed at a distance.

"I see you've been walking without the company of your Cortege…Lord Larsa. You must take care with such undesirables about." Said an armored judge as the couple entered Arcadian territory. Shelke stopped in her tracks but Larsa proceeded forward.

"If it is a crime to wander on one's own…then I too am guilty. Judge Ghis, I shall heed your counsel. I will not travel unaccompanied any longer." Taking Shelke's hand, Larsa walked away.

"That was unexpected." Judge Ghis, head of the royal court, stated staring after them.

"When did I start caring so much about what happened?" Shelke wondered aloud, a few days after those meetings. And then it struck her, she'd failed to carry out her mission. The day he'd intervened…Shalua had been spared. Shelke knew now that she'd have to leave, or be killed herself.