Squall was sitting in the cafeteria of the Garden with an empty bottle of lemonade in front of him. He was staring at the wall, looking like he was deep in his thoughts. A report, which he had just received from the battlefield, had given no hope for Dollet.

"Squall? What's wrong?"

"Hm? Oh, hi Quistis. Sit down."

"You look strange."

"It's nothing... this war's just been stressing me."

"Any news from the frontline?"

"Yeah. We've been providing the soldiers of Dollet with supplies and food but they're just too tired to fight. It seems like the Galbadians will reach the city by tomorrow evening."

Quistis looked thoughtful. "Hmm. Looks bad. And Zell is still in Timber with Caraway and Rinoa."

"Yes. Isn't life so fucking great?"

"Well, at least we can still hope for help from Esthar..."


Yes, Esthar. Vincent Gunzler had reached the city with his companions. It was as futuristic as usual with its airships, floating cars and skyscrapers. Its various stores and sights were tempting, but our "heroes" had to hurry to meet Laguna Loire.

"Welcome to Esthar! Haven't seen you for a while," he said when they arrived in the Presidential Palace. Kiros and Ward were also there.

"Yeah. It's been at least twenty years. Please excuse my rudeness, but the reason why I'm here is extremely important."

"Let's not waste any time then. So, what made you come this far?"

"Well, it is about the ongoing war between Dollet and Galbadia. Balamb Garden is supporting us in our efforts to maintain our independence, but I'm afraid that's not enough. I'm sure that Esthar would have the necessary force to end the war."

"Ah, I see. I knew to except something like this..."


Author's note: Sorry about the short chapter. I've been a little ill lately and haven't been able to write. It always takes me a day or two before I can write good chapters again :( .