We take a look at our beloved Prince Seifer's doing in this chap! *All the girls swoon* lol as always, review!

The sky began to cloud over with thick, grey sheets signalling an approaching storm. Prince Seifer looked about for shelter for he was not yet near Deling City. He was glad for he had put on a long grey coat before he alighted the ship that transported him from the castle, but judging by the hurricane like winds, it would not be enough. There was a sudden jerk on the chocobo which threw Prince Seifer off, lnding on his back. His chocobo had ran off leaving him with only his sword and his money.

"Curse this, I must find shelter before I am washed all the way back to Balamb!", the rain began to pour down in torrents, a waterfall with no beginning. *Leviathan must be on the loose* he thought as he darted towards a small cave in the side of a hill.

As soon as he entered the cave, Prince Seifer immediately began searching for twigs and pieces of wood for a fire. His saturated clothes clinging to his muscular body and his short, choppy hair dishevelled from the wind and water. He soon found a reasonable amount of wood and piled it into a small bunch, and casted Fire. Seifer found himself feeling umcomfortable with the wet clothing on, to counter it, he took off his grey coat and caped armor leaving his basic black sleeveless shirt and pants. He then pulled off his boots and left them to dry near the fire along with his clothes.

"Why must destiny take my life on such a path? Is it to dicover who I really am under the layers of skin and muscle? Do I not know myself or my needs any longer? Why? Why me?!" the prince's desparation for answers took him over once again. His eyes growing weary from his travelling and his world darkened.

"Do you deny your identity?" a voice spoke. Prince Seifer looked around the pitch black surroundings, trying to find the voice speaking. He did not understand, what was this? How was it connected to him? The quest for answers sure was not an easy one.

"Me? How dare you address me in such manner?! Do you have any idea at all who I am?!", the prince drew his sword and moved it about warily. He was not afraid of death, yet he feared the unknown force in the darkness. The voice surrounded him, leaving him no escape. He began to run, as fast as his legs could carry him. Running through the endlessness of black.

"I know you better than you think dear prince. I have been with you all your life, I know what is to become of you. Do not be so foolish as to run from your fate, your destiny awaits arrival..", Prince Seifer stopped and turned, though it did not make a difference. There was no one, not even a clue as to who or what he had been conversing with. He raised his sword and pointed it out in front of him in a battle stance.

"Who are you? Or what are you? What buisness have you to do with me? Do you not know that I once slaughtered one hundred men single-handedly in the first siege Galbadia laid on our castle? Do you not know that I could destroy you in a matter of one slash?", the prince straightened himself and smirked complacently. He slowly turned and walked away, or so he thought.

"Yes, I do know. In fact, I was with you on that particular day. I saw every swipe, every drop of blood shed and your look of victory as you delivered the final blow. This has nothing to do with your reputation, or your honor as a warrior".

"Then what does it?", asked Prince Seifer with a slash of his sword in frustration. He began fighting the nothingness that surrounded him, swiping at the airy darkness that enclosed him, but to no avail.

"I am who you are, that is why you can hurt me. That is why you can destroy me, but it all comes down to you. You can choose to destroy yourself and abandon your destined fate, or you can live on and accomplish your task. What do you choose?", the prince dropped to his knees suddenly, his sword at his side.

"I do not know! You are saying you an I are one? That this is an act of introspection? How do I know for sure that you are not just another enemy to the Kingdom of Balamb, a Galbadian?!", insanity embraced his mind, slowly pulling him away from reality.

"You are your own worst enemy.....", replied the voice.

Prince Seifer sat bolt upright and and rubbed his eyes. Looking around, he saw dirt walls and a pile of burnt out wood near him. A circle of light depicted the entrance of the cave, there was no black, no voices except for the sounds of the monsters that enhabited the plains. He picked up his armor and coat and slipped them on, he then put on his boots and strapped on his scabbard containing his prized Hyperion. The ground began to shake, a growl was heard coming from behind. The prince turned to see his adversary and from behing the turning corner, there came a charging Zahgnol.

Drawing his sword, Seifer jumped up and slashed the Zaghnol three times in a Zantetsuken style. The monster was wounded and stunned for a moment but then continued to charge. Prince Seifer decided that it would be better to do battle in a wider area so he ran towards the entrance, luring the Zaghnol into the outside world.

As soon as they were out on the plains, Seifer casted a Blizzaga spell and ran at it to deliver a finishing attack.

"Taste steel fiend!", said he as he cleaved the monster's skull open. Organs spilled out and blood stained the green grass. Seifer wiped his sword on a clean patch of grass and replaced it in his scabbard. He turned from his fallen victim and continued on his path to Deling City.