...When I wrote this, I didn't get hit with a brick, more like got hit by the adorable force that is Larsa. This was just something that spawned off for the last couple of days and whenever I saw him in my game. I should really be working on something else, but I couldn't resist him and the game is very addicting, especially with the jobs I'm obsessed with doing. I really should be working on my other story, but the game is so addicting.
Also, people who reviewed last chapter, Thank You. Just felt they should be appreciated to taking the time and review.
Diclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy XII, so that means I don't own the characters, obviously.
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He was the youngest of four, until death claimed two of them, leaving him only with Vayne. He didn't really know the other two much, though. He had been much too young to remember who they were or what they looked like.
He was brought up to respect and wok hard for peace, and in a way, it became an ideal for him. He was raised to be chivalrous and in a way, it became a part of him. He knew he was still naïve about things and most probably underestimated him because he was so young.
Even now he's still too young to understand some things, but even so, he would understand them through time.
He knows what the Senate thought of him and wasn't that oblivious to their motives. He knows that he annoys some of the Judges and that Judge Drace and Gabranth humor him. He knows his brother would prefer to achieve things through war, especially since Vayne was a military strategist. He knows his father does not have much time left, for the man was old and ill.
Al-Cid was a dear friend of his, even if they were from warring empires. The older man treated him like a child and like a person at times. He believed that the both of them and Princess Ashe, they'd put an end to this meaningless war.
Because he believed that peace would reign over war one say and that one day there would not be much bloodshed anymore. He fought in his own way for the dream he wanted, because there had been enough bloodshed.
Because in the end, Larsa fought for the peace he dreamed of that he knew would come true.
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AN: This looks like it's turning more into a bunch of drabbles, but I'll have to make a few more, maybe two, to make sure it is. I'm gonna have to wait a bit though, no one's struck me with a brick yet and I still do live with randomness. If this character was OOC in any way or if you're a fan of Larsa and you feel I got something incorrect, then I apologize. Review if you want, just don't flame please.