Prologue:

He stood in the secret room staring off into the sky. His baby blue eyes full of sadness. He looked like he had lost his best friend. And in fact…..he had. He sighed as he closed his eyes. He had short blonde hair, baby blue eyes, was very handsome. He was possibly 17 years old. He wore a black tank top under a short sleeved jacket, the color of red and black. His cargo shorts were dark blue. The young teen's name was Zell Dincht.

From the door way stood a young man his age. His hair dark brown and his eyes were stormy blue. He wore all black with a series of belts around his waist. He was just a little taller than Zell. He had a scar slashed down his forehead. On his handsome, yet scarred, face was worry and confusion. His name was Squall Leonhart. He was one of Zell's best friends.

Ever since Zell had disappeared a month ago, he had been very concerned. And then his blonde haired friend had turned up again just a morning ago with the saddest look on his face, everyone had been afraid that something had bad happened to Zell. They wondered if he was hurt or dying. He had series of new scars all over his torso and one on his cheek. They questioned him several times but every time he said, "I don't want to talk about it.", making everyone worry even more. It wasn't like Zell not to talk. He used to love to talk. Until now.

Zell sighed again and shook his head. He lowered his head and turned around looking at Squall. "Hello, Squall." He said. Squall lowered his arms that he had folded on his chest and slowly walked in. "Zell, are you okay?" he asked. Zell turned back to the railing and looked back up at the stars. "I'll be fine." He said. There was a silence. Squall sighed. "Zell, I'm not much of a listener, but I can see that you need to talk about something. Please tell me. Where have you been all this time and how did you get that scar on your face." He said.

The blonde lowered his head and shook it. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He said. Squall leaned against the railing. "Try me, Zell." He said. Zell looked at him and rose an eyebrow. "Well, in that case….it's a long story. Are you willing to listen or are you going to act like the human wall again?" He asked. Squall smirked softly and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Zell. It's just hard being the commander of Balamb Garden. I wish that Cid wouldn't have made me the Commander." He said.

Again the blonde sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you." He looked back at the starry sky and smiled softly. "Listen to my story. It's very long and you might get bored. A lot of it makes no sense but if you were there, it would. I'll try my hardest to make it sound sensible." He said. Squall nodded. Zell took a deep breath and began.