Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean: Till the End of Time and probably never will.
A/N: Yes, I didn't mention before, but this story is based on Till the End of Time. I'm sorry I haven't update in what? A year? Anyways, I haven't been updating my other stories either so I greatly apologize! There is an OOC in this story and I'd like to have you know that I do not intentionally want her to be a Mary-Sue. So, I hope you enjoy.
P.S. This chapter is more like a second prologue. It's a little too short to be a chapter I've written and it's not necessarily to be read.
Chapter 1: A Path to Destruction
The coffin was slowly placed in the large ditch that was dug. All the townspeople and nobles of Airyglyph gathered about with sorrowful looks on their faces. On the coffin, bore the name Airyglyph XIII. The once and powerful king had passed away from a terrible disease and left the city in despair. A priest made a speech while the people looked down and listened.
The forlorn wind blew at their clothes and the whispering of the leaves could be heard among the silence. A child cried and held onto her mother's dress. A woman mumbled to herself.
However, a man stood in the distance and watched the pitiful residents mourn. He showed no sign of sorrow. He showed no sign of sadness. Not even his eyes showed the least bit of compassion. His dark hair blew against his face and he held it back with his metal claw.
His blood-red pools shifted slightly and he scanned the mourning crowd around the burial. He spotted a gallant looking man in the crowd and saw that he, too, had no compassion in his eyes as well. This man was going to be the next king of Airyglyph. Yes, King Airyglyph XIV, a king who will probably fail.
The man in the distance watched now, as the priest ended his speech. Most women wept while their children had tears in their eyes. Men, trying to be strong, bore saddened looks on the faces and held back their tears. Only the two men, the future king and the crimson-eyed man, did not cry, show sadness, or care at all. The future king in his own selfish desire, wanted to be king at all cost. On the other hand, the crimson-eyed man never cared at all.
He never cared. He never showed any signs of compassion or sympathy. He believed that feelings were for the weak. He still stood in the distance, waiting for everyone to leave so he could look at the grave by himself. He didn't want people to suspect that he actually cared for the king because he didn't. He didn't want people to suspect that he was weak because he wasn't. He didn't want people to suspect he was crying because he couldn't. And his name was Albel Nox.
A/N: Yeah, that was a little confusing. I was just trying to say that the next king is going to be a bad king and that Albel knows that. It's a really short chapter, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else. So, please review and I'd like to know your thoughts!