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Chapter 1: Deadly Message
Below an ancient history vast beyond the years, in a prosperous year of wealth and gratitude. Only what dreams may come, only what souls may search. The years of disarray and pain, one but wonders the price of it all, the price of fame and fortune, the price of love, and the price of power. Consume these souls, bear witness to what this world shall provide all into hell. Cast away soulless beings, nothing but mindless worries and sorrows. False hopes drown your sights and it shall be inevitable for countless nights.
"In a world full of hate, greed and desires; what would I do in this mess?" There she rose, high and well strung, a victim of desires. Anything she can have she will turn it to gold. Her charisma attracts anyone within a flash; her eyes display a deep affection to her inner thoughts. She thought of herself as redeemable but her actions reflected the way she thinks.
"Good Afternoon, Mistress" A servant bowed before her as she stepped forward to her office. She smiled and nodded as a sign of humility. "Were there any messages I need to know?" She asked. The servant looked up with a nervous look to her face. He feared the worst, no such news affects him deeply and the thought of her hearing the news will surely bring her down. "Well, there has been some rumors lately. I fear that there will be another conflict between Zeboim and Jidoor."
Her head shakes in disappointment, "Did Jidoor sent any delegates to negotiate matters with us?" The servant hesitated to answer. He could not understand what he was told, but it was very urgent that it will end her position. "Well?" She stammered. He stood up "Mistress, Jidoor does not want to negotiate. Jidoor demands war and nothing of it." Fear struck her mind. "What? Impossible!" She stepped back, her heart raced. How can that be? She thought. What does Jidoor want from us? I better prevent it from happening... She calmed herself and reluctantly asked "Why does Jidoor declare war on Zeboim?"
"There was no indication of why Jidoor wants war, but intelligence discovered that Jidoor was involved with creating weapons." He replied. "There was also information on Jidoor wanting revenge on Zeboim for killing his father." Her eyes stared at him ready to strike. "But Jhils died. There was no foul play according to investigations." She told him. The servant looked around as if she was intimidating him. She is intimidating when things go out of hand, but she only cared for order. She had no such feelings to scare others, a patient woman she was. "I'm sorry Mistress, International Quarters sent us the message. I fear that Kaphra is having a hard time sorting things out with the High Priestess Sarmia of Jidoor."
She sighed and went on to her office. "But Mistress, wait!" The servant went after her. Her head bowed down, frustrated with the never- ending conflicts and struggles. "That is all I want to hear. Thank you." She left the decked marble halls and entered into her office where she resided. She looked out at her marvelous empirical city. As she gazed out into the harbor, the phone rang. She picked it up and heard a solemn voice. "Catalina Zoroaster, it is official. There will be war."
Xenogears Episode 3
Chapter 1: Deadly Message
Below an ancient history vast beyond the years, in a prosperous year of wealth and gratitude. Only what dreams may come, only what souls may search. The years of disarray and pain, one but wonders the price of it all, the price of fame and fortune, the price of love, and the price of power. Consume these souls, bear witness to what this world shall provide all into hell. Cast away soulless beings, nothing but mindless worries and sorrows. False hopes drown your sights and it shall be inevitable for countless nights.
"In a world full of hate, greed and desires; what would I do in this mess?" There she rose, high and well strung, a victim of desires. Anything she can have she will turn it to gold. Her charisma attracts anyone within a flash; her eyes display a deep affection to her inner thoughts. She thought of herself as redeemable but her actions reflected the way she thinks.
"Good Afternoon, Mistress" A servant bowed before her as she stepped forward to her office. She smiled and nodded as a sign of humility. "Were there any messages I need to know?" She asked. The servant looked up with a nervous look to her face. He feared the worst, no such news affects him deeply and the thought of her hearing the news will surely bring her down. "Well, there has been some rumors lately. I fear that there will be another conflict between Zeboim and Jidoor."
Her head shakes in disappointment, "Did Jidoor sent any delegates to negotiate matters with us?" The servant hesitated to answer. He could not understand what he was told, but it was very urgent that it will end her position. "Well?" She stammered. He stood up "Mistress, Jidoor does not want to negotiate. Jidoor demands war and nothing of it." Fear struck her mind. "What? Impossible!" She stepped back, her heart raced. How can that be? She thought. What does Jidoor want from us? I better prevent it from happening... She calmed herself and reluctantly asked "Why does Jidoor declare war on Zeboim?"
"There was no indication of why Jidoor wants war, but intelligence discovered that Jidoor was involved with creating weapons." He replied. "There was also information on Jidoor wanting revenge on Zeboim for killing his father." Her eyes stared at him ready to strike. "But Jhils died. There was no foul play according to investigations." She told him. The servant looked around as if she was intimidating him. She is intimidating when things go out of hand, but she only cared for order. She had no such feelings to scare others, a patient woman she was. "I'm sorry Mistress, International Quarters sent us the message. I fear that Kaphra is having a hard time sorting things out with the High Priestess Sarmia of Jidoor."
She sighed and went on to her office. "But Mistress, wait!" The servant went after her. Her head bowed down, frustrated with the never- ending conflicts and struggles. "That is all I want to hear. Thank you." She left the decked marble halls and entered into her office where she resided. She looked out at her marvelous empirical city. As she gazed out into the harbor, the phone rang. She picked it up and heard a solemn voice. "Catalina Zoroaster, it is official. There will be war."