New Characters: None
'Avisel is seen riding his horse on a small dirt path, and up ahead, lies the city of Celenia. Moments later, he arrives at the main gate, and the two guards immediately open up for him. He dismounts, and motions the guards to take his horse to a stable. They do so, and Avisel enters the city.'
Avisel (In his mind): Celenia. Formerly known as the grand city of Igros. The cause of change in its name was not of
Meseta, or Father. In fact, it was Black Sheep Knights. One of their leaders, Kaime, dug a supposed claim to the city,
and tried to own it. He got his way through force, and at that time, Father was a mercenary and Igros was weak. With no
knowledge of such events. Kaime changed it to Celenia, after his mother, and ordered that it stay that way. We couldn't
do a thing about it. It's just the way things are now. We don't know where Kaime went, and as long as he had the claim,
nothing changed.
Avisel strolls through the city, receiving nods from the townspeople and merchants. He is searching for any leads to the Death Corps, and decides to look through the entire city.
Avisel: (Stops) This place has gotten larger since the last time I visited here. I've almost lost my breath, and I've only been through 1/4 of the city.
Young Man: Excuse me, but are you Prince Avisel?
Avisel: (Turns) Yes, I am. Need anything?
Young Man: I wish to enlist in the Beoulve Army.
Avisel: I'm sorry, but I'm not head of conscription. You're going to have to find someone else.
Young Man: Oh, sorry for wasting your time then...
Avisel: It's alright. By the way, what's your name?
Young Man: (Brightens up) Rilligan! Rilligan Grims your majesty!
Avisel: Rilligan huh? It's nice meeting you.
Rilligan: Thanks! Thanks a lot!
Avisel: Certainly bright, I can see that, rare for such a man your age.
Rilligan: Really? Then that means...I have a chance! Right?
Avisel: I don't know. I told you, I'm not the one to make these decisions. I'm just judging you by your character,
that's all. I'm sorry if I got you all hyped up for nothing.
Rilligan: (Shot) Oh...I see, well, I have to go anyways.
Avisel: I will see you around.
Rilligan: Ok. Seeya! Runs off
Avisel: It's hard to find people like that these days.
Avisel continues his search. He eventually tires, and heads into a local pub.
Avisel: (Upon entering) (Inside his mind) (Hasajek, the most famous pub in Igros. Many people alike meet here,
mercenaries, merchants, nobles, soldiers, children, you name it. A good place to find work, and certainly a better
place to get information.) (Walks up to the counter)
Avisel: Excuse me, but have there been any news about the Death Corps?
Bartender: (Looks up, angrily) Are you trying to get us killed!
Avisel:...
Bartender: Listen, no one talks about them anymore. They're dead, and as far as I know, they will stay dead. I control the rumors around here, so believe it or don't.
Avisel: You don't understand. I have news myself surrounding them.
Bartender: Really? Don't lie now.
Avisel: Never.
Bartender: Alright, I'm listening.
Avisel: At Amanhsa...you've heard of the incident there right?
Bartender: Yes, I have. Very tragic.
Avisel: You know what was the cause?
Bartender: I'm afraid I don't.
Avisel: Let me tell you. It was the Death Corps.
Bartender:...
Avisel: Please, listen. There has been someone, somebody who has ignited their rebirth. From what I know,
it's related to their very first beginning of existence. I first heard it amongst some guards. At first,
I was skeptical, but sooner than I expected, I started to believe it. The mysterious murders, the kidnappings, the
assassinations, the raids. All from the Death Corps. It's their plan to buy time, to distract all of Ivalice, from
what they are truly planning. It's hard to believe but, there's proof. Sharda Maztela.
Bartender: That crazy fanatical guy?
Avisel: Not crazy, idealistic.
Bartender: How is he linked to all of this?
Avisel: He is Weigraf Folles' nephew.
Bartender: Weigraf had a nephew!
Avisel: Yes. Even I was shocked. It seems that Sharda looked up to him as an idol. His hero, his godsend.
Bartender: So...his rantings were true...the apocalypse.
Avisel?
Bartender: I've heard him once say, " Fire will fall from the sky, rivers will run red with blood, and a war unlike any the world has seen will unleash the Four Horsemen unto Ivalice. Once my plan is complete, I will unleash the Four Horsemen to spread famine, disease, pestilence, and war. I will become king and all the dying world will become slaves for my pleasure."
Avisel: Interesting...
Bartender: It frightens me everytime I remember it. His voice, the way he said it, he said it as if it were true.
Avisel: ...Very well...That's all I need. (Turns to leave)
Bartender: Wait! How? What? I haven't even given you any information! Are you just going to leave like that?
Avisel: Trust me. (Leaves)
Bartender: Wai- oh, damn, he's gone. Well, he was worth a talk. But, what he said, I can't get it off my mind. Can it be true? Sigh I guess I can't do a thing about it. Back to work.
The bartender returns to work, but as he enters the kitchen, a shadowy figure appears suddenly in his place.
Mysterious man in cloak: We found him.
End Chapter 2