Summary: This takes place six months after the ending of Wild Arms 3. It is about my favourite character, Clive (of course!). After defeating Beatrice, he is haunted every night by a nightmare which he doesn't understand the meaning of, and a illusion of a woman that seems to be following him everywhere. Who is this woman, and what could she want of Clive? After searching for a reason, he understands that freedom is once again endangered, only this time, his OWN...

Disclaimer: I do NOT own WILD ARMs 3! All I own is the game!! Warning!: Those who have not cleared the game yet but intend too do so, should not read this fanfic before that, as it may give hints about the ending!! A/N: This is my first fic, so please be gentle! I am new on making fanfics, so any suggestions of improvement is highly appreciated. My characters are my own and may not be used by anyone else but me (If you don't beg me nicely for them...). I m from Sweden and my grammar/spelling is NOT perfect.... please bear with me!

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Spawn of Demons

Prologue

The train headed for Midland station from East Highland moved rapidly through the vast wasteland that was Filgaia. Tony walked through the cabins, making sure that everyone had tickets. He had been warned about the four figures in the last wagon by his co-workers, but he didn't take too much notice about that. Entering the last wagon, he heard the group speaking to each other.

"I still think this is a bad idea. Why don't we just sell it? It could give us a fortune"

"We have to return it, Jet. It would be dangerous if we left it in wrong hands. The Tear drop is better of where we found it" a girl voice replied.

Tony thought he recognized it. "It's still worth an eluvia lot of money, though"

"I agree with the leader. People might be trying to use it to cause Filgaia harm, like the Siegfried and the prophets. The best course of action would be to hide it where we first found it"

The voice belonged to a middle aged man, it sounded very polite. A fourth voice spoke up, belonged to another male, but could be mistaken for a child's.

"You better stop before you hurt yourself, boy. The leader's got an upper hand on us, after all."

Tony thought he heard someone muttering, probably this Jet, and everything went silent. Tony waited a few more seconds before reaching out his hand for the handle, and opened the door to their cabin.

Four faces faced his direction. A silver haired boy with lavendel eyes sat next to a green haired man with glasses on the right side. The girl sat next to a man that looked like a priest of Baskar. They looked so familiar. It was something special about this group.... Then Tony remembered. It was the Drifter group that was accused of murdering the Ark of Destiny Order's leader. He had seen them on a wanted list in the Westwood station a short while ago. It was also the same group of Drifters that protected the treasure his train transported, the Ark Scepter, six months ago. He was surprised of seeing them, but wasn't afraid of them.

"Ticket control. May I see your tickets please" he said in his professional voice.

The girl pulled up the tickets. "Of course. There you go"

He took a short look on them and returned them to the girl. "You're the group the Ark of Destiny is looking for, right?"

The group got tensed, the silver haired boy looked like he could jump on Tony any second. The green haired man with glasses held him back, with a slight move of his right hand, putting it in front of the boy's chest. He stared at the man with his lavendel eyes, and calmed down.

"Yes, we are" the man replied.

"Was it you who killed the leader?" Tony heard the words slip through his mouth before he was able to stop them. What if they actually are murderers? But they still didn't seem like it...

"No. It's hard to explain, but we didn't kill him, not directly anyway. You have to believe us." Her words comforted Tony.

He was good at judging people from the start, and he didn't think they looked like murderers. "I believe you. You can't be bad people, when you risked your lives the protect the treasure the last time. Don't worry, I won't give you away"

"I thank you" The girl gave up a relieved smile.

Tony smiled back.

"Well, everything seems to be in order. I wish you a happy journey" and Tony left the cabin, heading back to the first wagon.

Virginia tilted back her head and gave out a small sigh. The barren wasteland rushed by them outside the small window, the sun was giving up before the darkness that covered the sky more and more. She shut her eyelids, and listened to the wheels running over the trail. If only the teleport orb had worked, they would have been in Jolly Roger by now... She hoped they would make it to Jolly Roger before nightfall. She heard a snigger from her left side.

"What is it, Gallows?"

"Was that your boyfriend or somethin', leader?" He asked.

"Gallows!" Virginia jumped on her feet and stared at the Baskarian priest. "He's not my boyfriend!" She glanced on Jet for a few seconds, but quickly turned her head away, blushing. Jet pretended he didn't notice that.

"You're blushing. Is it because I'm right?" Then Gallows noticed her look on Jet and grinned.

"Oh! So, it's Jet! I was right all along! When's the wedding you two?"

Jet stared at him, warning that a sudden death might hit him any second. Virginia's face got red like a tomato, but returned to her normal face colour.

"Only on the day that you actually manage to get a girl go on a date with you!"

"A strike under the belt, that hurts!" Gallows said, blushing and scratching his head.

Clive smiled and Jet shocked his head.

A noise was heard, the sudden deceleration made Virginia fly forward to her seat with her face first. Gallows, Jet and Clive stood up and looked around them. Virginia pulled herself up on her legs, with Clive holding her firmly in her arm and let go once she had found her balance.

"What is going on here?" She asked.

"Nothing good, that's for sure! Our luck hasn't improved!" Jet said sarcastic, pulling out his Airget lamh.

"We are currently decelerating from our current speed. All passengers are asked to remain on their seats."

"Just like the last time" Virginia sighed.

"Yeah, I'm almost expecting to see the Janus Cascade groupie next" Gallows said.

They heard noises from the roof in front of them.

"Whoever caused the deceleration seems to be on the roof on the next wagon, heading our way" Clive said, adjusting his glasses.

"The we climb up from the other side of our wagon and confront them. Let's go everyone!" Virginia commanded and everyone rushed out, heading for the back exit.

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