Visions of Peace

by Elessar

FF6: Devastated by the Imperial Civil War, a leaderless, divided Empire only hastens the encroaching shadows of another Dark Age. Our heroes fight to ensure peace for all peoples of the world, but can even they halt the inevitable ruin of civilization?

10. Seriatim

The Tenth Chapter - Seriatim

It was a pretty clever idea, Edgar thought in retrospect. He adjusted the straps on his brown helmet carefully, making sure he looked exactly like a common soldier, before stepping out of the restaurant washrooms.

For the last few days, their search was fruitless. Strago had exhausted his ideas and started wandering the streets of Tzen in despair. He had grown more and more despondent as each hour passed. It was difficult to keep their hopes up. Even if their friends were alive, finding them would be almost impossible in the chaos of the civil war. Edgar sighed when he thought about that possibility. He imagined Relm, Terra and Locke being killed by stray arrows amidst a great battle, never to be heard from again. They would just be another few nameless bodies amongst thousands.

Cyan had discussed that possibility with Edgar at length. He suggested that if they could not find the trio, that they would cross the ocean and contact Banon and the rest of the Returners. The rebel information network in the Empire might be able to find their three comrades. It was simply too dangerous to stay in Tzen for an extended period, magic or no magic.

Edgar was relieved that the same problem would not affect Sabin. His brother was extremely resourceful. Sabin would get to Pierpoint and stay hidden until the end of winter. Then with minimal effort, Edgar could find his brother and bring him back to Figaro.

But now those plans were no longer necessary. Edgar could not believe his luck. He was talking to some patrons at the local tavern when he had seen an Imperial soldier on the street holding Relm's hand! In disbelief, he quickly followed the man -- no easy task considering the crowds and great numbers of similarly dressed soldiers on the street -- to a mansion in the wealthier section of town.

That had been an hour ago. Now Edgar walked up the steps and stopped in front of the guards. They glanced at him but were not suspicious. The brown leather uniform that he had stolen was a perfect fit and a fantastic disguise. Edgar had been more worried about knocking out a soldier without alerting the entire city, and had given little thought to how he would fill out the uniform. He simply waited for someone his height and dumb enough to be alone in a secluded area. It was obviously his lucky day.

Edgar crisply saluted the men standing guard outside the mansion. He had seen many others do the same, and mimicked their exact actions.

It worked. The two men saluted back and returned to their relaxed expressions.

The mansion was tacky. The entrance was decorated with outrageously expensive items: armored statues, large chandeliers and incredibly ugly paintings hung on the wall. It was probably the house of some highly-ranked aristocrat in Tzen with neither a sense of taste nor a wife to make up for his deficiencies.

Edgar walked around the mansion wondering how he would find Relm. Other similarly dressed soldiers walked with a purpose, and Edgar did not want to stand out by looking confused while he searched. He walked around the halls quickly and without pause. Whenever he met the end of a hall, he simply turned back around and pretended it was part of his job.

It seemed to work. Most of the soldiers didn't even acknowledge his presence. Men guarding the more important rooms watched as he strolled by, but that was out of boredom rather than suspicion.

Edgar was glad he did not alert Cyan or Strago. Cyan had too much integrity to keep Strago in the dark, and the lore-master would have done something foolish once he found out Relm was in Imperial hands. With this plan, Strago would never have to become involved. His emotions would be the end of all of them and so it logical to rescue Relm alone, Edgar reassured himself as he took the stairs to the second floor.

The timing of his infiltration could not have been better either. He heard that the military in Tzen was gathering for a major operation. The Civil War was still going strong and Tzen was going to throw its reserves into the fray. That meant that most of the soldiers stationed within the city were now were out in the fields. The fewer soldiers he had to fool, the better.

As he passed two more guards -- both half-asleep leaning against the pine walls -- he heard the sound of children's laughter.

Edgar stopped in front of the doors. It was a children's playroom, he guessed. This was probably the place.

The guards snapped to attention. The blond woman on his left straightened as she gave Edgar a quizzical look. "Yes, Sergeant?" she asked.

Well, Edgar thought, if he was playing the part of a soldier then he had better do it skillfully. No hesitation, he would just run circles around these guards.

"I'm here on orders from the Captain," Edgar lied.

The blond narrowed her green eyes. They were quite lovely, Edgar thought. In fact, she was probably quite attractive if she was not wearing the ugly brown armor. Curse the Imperials. Not only did they coerce women into the army, but they attired them in fashion so horrid it was criminal.

"What orders?" she asked.

Edgar rolled his eyes, making sure the blond guard noticed it. "The ones from the Captain. He's given me no time at all; you know how strict they are. I don't want any trouble right now," he continued to lie. "I'm already late and this little joke of yours isn't helping."

She was thoroughly confused now. "What in the Emperor's name are you talking about?"

Edgar glared at her, and then softened his gaze deliberately. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't tell me, they didn't give you the orders? That's completely like the officers. They never do anything correct," Edgar sighed loudly. He turned around and punched the wall for effect. "Listen," Edgar said as he turned back to the woman. "If I don't finish my job, we're going to both get the attention of the Captain, and I really think we don't need that."

The woman gazed over at her partner, who shrugged.

"He's got a point, remember when Harrin forgot to deliver the orders for that greasy Lieutenant's son?" her partner asked. "Harrin yelled at us for it, the idiot. As if it was our fault, the man's clumsy and forgetful."

"Yeah, and he docked a week's worth of pay," the woman grumbled. "With things as busy as they are now, our orders probably got lost on some overworked kid's desk. Alright," she said as she regarded Edgar. "Just don't scare any of the children. And hide those knives! I shouldn't have to tell you that, Sergeant."

Edgar looked down at his armor and noticed the wickedly curved blades that hung visibly from his belt. "Sorry about that," he said as he pulled the knives free and replaced them in their sheaths.

"Yeah, sure," the woman rolled her emerald eyes. "Just hurry up."

Edgar entered guarded room and was surprised at the number of children within. There were at least three dozen by his quick count, all playing with the various books and board games lying on the floor. The older children were reading quietly while the younger ones ran around or built towers of wooden blocks. A couple of the kids were wrestling over an old Imperial cloak, torn and ripped apart, but still a treasure for the young minds.

None of the kids looked up from their games; it seemed like a soldier was nothing for them to be concerned about. Edgar walked in and looked around.

"Edgar!"

Edgar turned around. A great grin appeared on his face as Relm threw her little arms around his waist.

"Hey," Edgar bent down on one leg and ruffled her blond hair. "I swear you're prettier than the last time I saw you," he said. "And I think taller, too."

Relm beamed, her blue eyes almost sparkling as she tightened her grip. "I missed you, lover boy," she gave him a wink but had kept her voice low.

Edgar frowned. Smart kid, she knew he had snuck into the mansion. But he was going to have to stop her from using that nickname. "We're leaving now, but you'll have to call me something more modest," he whispered.

Relm pressed her lips together in mock-frustration. "Fine," she relented.

"Call me..." Edgar tried to think of an alias. "Call me Gerad, and only if you have to," he said quietly. "Remember to act like I was just another soldier, ok?"

Relm bobbed her head. "Alright Gerad," she said enthusiastically. She looked like she was going to enjoy this game.

"Good girl," Edgar whispered before he stood back up. Now was the truly difficult task: convincing the guards at the door that this was his actual errand.

He walked back outside, where the blond haired guard was waiting for him. "Her?" she asked suspiciously.

Her partner looked confused as well. "Didn't she just get delivered to the playroom?" he asked.

Edgar was about to explain with his crafty lie when the woman spoke up.

"Yeah, but that's the real important kid," she noted. "A couple weeks ago, Brigadier Starson personally delivered her. Remember that?"

Her partner nodded. "That was a real scare," he said under his breath.

"Definitely," the blond guard turned back at Edgar. "No wonder you're so worried. Your C.O. is probably under direct orders from the General himself. If you were late, I'd bet the General would fry you for failing him."

Edgar scratched his head. "Yeah," he said, trying his best to act self-conscious.

"General Starson is a scary one, you hear the rumor how he personally executed the Captain of the Eighty-Sixth?" the woman shook her head sadly, her locks of blond hair swaying from side to side as she did so.

"Yeah," her partner added. "He seems to really enjoy using that sword, but the Eighty-Sixth had it coming. They tried to backstab all of us."

"It's still probably best not to get on his bad side," the woman pointed out.

Edgar nodded. "Well, I need to go. I'll probably be late already," he gestured down the hall.

"Yeah," the woman said. "Good luck, you'll need it."

Edgar chuckled. "Thanks," he said as he walked away.

Well that was unexpectedly easy, Edgar thought to himself as he led Relm down the flight of stairs. With the disguise spell that Strago had cast, he was pretty good at espionage. If only Strago had told them of this spell earlier, it might have made everything easier.

As he was within sight of the front doors, moments from leaving the mansion, he heard a loud commanding voice shout in his direction.

"Sergeant!"

Edgar cursed. He had been so close from having to deal with anyone else. It was time to lie, except now he could use some of the names the blond had told him. Starson, Edgar believed the General's name was. At least it was easier to make up a believable story now.

He let go of Relm's hand and turned around. It was another woman that had called his rank, though it was not the blond-haired girl from before. The red-haired soldier that was approaching was an officer of some sort. That was obvious by the uniform, although Edgar could not see any command bars. He was fortunate, that meant it was probably just some staff-sergeant or unimportant pen-pusher.

"I'm sorry ma'am," Edgar said. "I'm in a hurry as-"

"What are you doing with that girl, Sergeant?" the woman interrupted him.

Edgar felt Relm poking him in the side. He patted her aside, hoping that she would not say anything at the moment. His mind formulated a good excuse and he sighed loudly for effect. "My orders ma'am, are to deliver her to the Captain. It's an errand for General Starson and I'm rather late already."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "I didn't hear about any such orders."

Relm was squeezing his hand uncomfortably now. Edgar sighed again, louder this time and not just for effect. "That's always happening with orders these days, it's been so busy. Notifications just don't get sent around on time anymore."

The woman stroked her chin. "Yes, I suppose so."

"I really must be off... no reason to give the General a reason to use that sword," Edgar lied. "It's probably best to not get on his bad side."

She nodded and mumbled something under her breath, staring up at the ceiling in thought. Edgar let his eyes roam for a moment. It was strange how many beautiful women were in the Imperial army. Edgar remembered Vector had been much the same way, though the waitresses were definitely cut from a finer cloth. This one was older than the norm; maybe his age...

Edgar snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the woman was looking at him in a quizzical manner.

"Yes? Sorry, I must have missed your question," Edgar stammered in an embarrassed tone.

She shook her head. "No question," she said. Her finger was pointed at him, and there was a pleasant smile on her face.

"What is it?" Edgar asked.

"I just expected you a bit earlier, King Edgar."

Edgar blinked twice, surprised. "Excuse me?" he said while his heart began to race. His arm lowered to the sheathed knives at his belt.

The woman folded her arms. Her blue eyes gazed up and down his front. "You look pretty good in the brown leather, which is quite a feat."

"I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for-" Edgar paused when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He turned around to face one of the largest men he had ever seen in his life. The stone-faced man must have nearly been half a head taller than he.

"Is there trouble here?" the man asked.

"None at all, Valerio," the woman replied. She held out her arm in a friendly gesture. "This is King Edgar. He's finally decided to pay us a visit."

Edgar turned back to the woman.

"You should really listen to Relm. After all, she recognized me when you did not," the woman continued in a gentle teasing tone.

Edgar finally looked down at Relm, whose face was white as she hid behind his leg. "You didn't listen to me!" she glared at him. Edgar turned back into those penetrating blue eyes. His heart sank as he finally solved the puzzle in front of him.

"You wouldn't happen to be the General, would you?" he asked sheepishly, despite already knowing the answer.

The woman shrugged. "That would be a good deduction, though a little slow."

Edgar sighed. "Danielle Meras?"

"Pleased to meet you, Edgar Roni Figaro," Danielle replied. "I was on my way for lunch, care to join me?"

"I rather not, I am quite busy," Edgar grumbled.

Danielle put her hand on his. He was taller than she but at the moment, it certainly did not seem that way.

"I insist," she said in a mocking seductive tone.

"I really don't have the time," Edgar replied soothingly.

"I don't deal with rejection well. The last man who refused my invitation found himself hanging from the city gates," Danielle continued in a pleasant voice.

"The Sylvan Dale's a nice place, I ate there last time I was in Tzen," Edgar replied without hesitation. "They had delectable shrimp and I still haven't tried the oysters."

"That's fantastic. I love seafood."

---

Edgar watched as the second man, who looked almost like Valerio's twin, listen to Danielle's hushed orders without any emotion. He left without ever uttering a word.

They were in the Sylvan Dale, a high-class restaurant on the northern edge of town. The proprietor had not recognized Edgar or Danielle, the latter thoroughly confusing Edgar. Admittedly, Danielle did not travel with a large entourage nor did she have any of the easily visible command stars that a general was privy to. The only escort she had was Valerio, though the man seemed more than capable of handling any threat. Still, one would expect that people would recognize the Imperial General that controlled their city.

"You weren't actually headed for lunch, were you?" Edgar asked.

Danielle leaned back in her comfortable chair. They were alone in a private room that was reserved exclusively for noblemen or high-ranking aristocrats, separated by a table that could have seated well over twenty men. Valerio was immediately outside the door, probably well within earshot, and all of Edgar's weapons had been taken from him. Danielle looked like she could easily defend herself against an unarmed man, though not against his magic. But Edgar doubted he could escape even if he did manage to knock her out and deal with the giant statue of a man outside.

She also had Relm as added security, who had been taken back to the playroom within the mansion. Edgar shook his head. He was knee-deep in trouble this time.

"I was headed for lunch, but I don't usually bother with such pleasantries," Danielle replied. She brushed at a strand of her fiery red hair. "With supply situation the way it is, I would not be setting a proper example for those that follow me. How could I dine in such extravagance when ration stamps are being handed out and everyone is being asked to tighten their belts, including the military despite our strict control over all goods? Were I not entertaining royalty such as you, King Edgar, a plain sandwich would have been sufficient."

She said those words, 'King Edgar', in a peculiar manner; almost in a breathless tone with an inflection on his title. Edgar wondered if it was either her way of mocking him, or if she was testing him.

"I suppose you would rather find out the fate of your friends though," she continued. Her finger traced circles onto the beautiful oak table. "That is probably the only reason you would enter this city."

Edgar folded his arms. "You're the one that delivered the laryl," he said. Everything was beginning to fall into place.

"Arranged for the delivery, yes," Danielle acknowledged. "You're both concise and quick. I must admit that the information I had on you did not show how clever you really are. You managed to fool my guards and almost escaped with Relm, all raising the slightest alarm." Her blue eyes were intently focused on him. "It's really a shame that you didn't manage to discern my identity earlier, or else you would have pulled off a miracle."

Edgar stared back at Danielle. "Where is Terra and Locke?" he asked.

"Rude and ill-mannered. I expected more," Danielle cautioned. Her warm smile vanished with the blink of an eye.

Edgar shrugged. He leaned back into his chair. There was really nothing else he could do, he thought. It would be best if he entertained her kinder side; it seemed she was quick to anger. "Alright," he answered. "I'm sorry about that, General Meras."

"Danielle will be fine," she replied tartly as she sipped from her teacup.

Edgar remembered Marcus told him that Danielle was power-hungry. That would explain most of her actions but didn't describe her personality. Edgar found himself comparing her to Celes, albeit with more of an edge. He took a sip from the teacup in front of him and watched carefully. The motions she made with her hands as she talked, the idle tracing of patterns with her fingers, the quick snappy insults, and the inflection and demeanor; Celes shared the same idiosyncrasies. In fact, the long red hair was-

"You're quite calm, considering your situation," Danielle remarked.

Edgar swirled the tea with the small spoon provided. "You don't intend to have me executed," Edgar said. "Since Relm is also alive, it appears that our crimes against the Empire are not a priority for you."

"It would be a waste to kill you, especially when you can do so much for me," Danielle acknowledged.

Edgar raised an eyebrow. "You want something from me?"

"Of course. You are the solution to a problem you don't even know exists. Such is the downside of living in the backwaters of the Empire," Danielle replied.

Edgar finished his tea and grimaced; it had been bitter at the bottom. He unfolded his arms. "Perhaps we could work out an amicable deal," he said as he sought a way out of the trouble he had caused.

"I already have a deal in mind," Danielle smiled confidently. "I'm sure you'll find it more than accommodating."

With the tap of her finger -- the fine ceramic teacup ringing loudly -- the door opened and Valerio walked in with a large roll of canvas underneath his arm. He unfurled the map, laid it carefully in front of them, and then left.

It was a map of the world, and a fine one at that! With detail to match the size of the canvas, Edgar enviously noted precision in distances and scale amongst the Imperial continent. Yet the wonder did not end there, for many of the mountain passes in his lands were marked, even the ones that were secret and only known to a select few. A few routes through the Kolt and Lete Mountains were completely new to him, including one mountain path that led directly to Narshe.

"As you know well, Tzen is central to the Empire's coastal defense. Our military ports are vast compared to those of your kingdom, and our capable Navy more than a match for your nation."

Edgar narrowed his eyes. The center of the map, where all major shipping lanes from Tzen to South Figaro crossed, was tarnished by unbecoming black paint. "What's with this region?" he asked. He stood up and pointed at the dark spot.

"The Floating Continent's remains," Danielle answered quietly.

Edgar pressed his lips together. So that had been where it landed. He had been wondering for a while. Had it landed on ground, it would have caused great havoc. Since it had landed in the ocean though...

"Many of our ships were wrecked by the great waves that the Floating Island caused upon its crash. Even now, the area is a complete disaster. Great storms and terrible winds make that region completely impossible to sail through, and that's without mentioning the pieces of the continent that are spread about and float haphazardly like mines. Maps become outdated before they're drawn. Many of our ships were lost trying to find passage."

"You attacked Figaro?" Edgar asked, astonished.

"No. A peace treaty was my aim," Danielle answered quickly. When she noticed Edgar's surprised expression, she smirked. "We are in the midst of civil war, King Edgar. Fighting your kingdom would be irresponsible to those under my command."

"Irresponsible? The Empire has been expanding its borders for two dozen years now, and you tell me that suddenly common-sense will prevail over the expansionism that your entire military structure is geared towards?" Edgar frowned. "You'll have to excuse my directness, but I don't believe you."

"I have had very little to do with Emperor Gestahl's recent war with your precious Northern Continent," Danielle replied. Her hands smoothed out the expansive map as she smiled unnervingly. "In fact, I did little more than sit here in this very province and shuffle papers from one pile to the next."

"But you had so much more to do with this very region only a decade ago," Edgar retorted. Marcus' words were clear in his memory and they matched what he learned from all the refugees from Tzen. Danielle Meras would have been incredibly young at that time -- perhaps no more than twenty years old -- but age had never been a major factor in the Imperial Armed Forces. Celes alone proved that the Imperials could recognize talent and promote accordingly, almost with reckless abandon to maturity and experience.

"A learned man," Danielle raised an eyebrow. "One with unexpectedly detailed knowledge of Imperial History, considering your education could only have come from your Kingdom's scholars." Her hands traced out a route from the capital of Tzen to Vector, fingers deftly dancing through the mountains as she followed trail after trail. "Though," she added after introspection, "I suppose it's rather difficult to keep quiet my rather well-known achievements."

Edgar folded his arms, victorious. "And here you are, trying to convince me that you've changed."

Danielle turned her clear blue eyes on him, wiping the smile off his face with her glare. "King Edgar, you must understand that while I may entertain the status of a conqueror, I am anything but. My actions during that war were one borne of desire to save my friends, not for power or wealth. I took command of a disorganized army reeling from the loss of its command and merely ended the war. I didn't start one then and I don't intend to start now. I am speaking the truth when I tell you that I sent ambassadors to the north for the explicit purpose of peace." Her hands stopped suddenly, fingers hovering over the Imperial Capital.

Edgar didn't trust her, but he decided to let the topic drop. Instead, he looked down at the finely detailed map. The region that was painted black -- presumably because it was treacherous to sail through -- was extremely large. To go around would take weeks compared to the usual six day journey. "At least three weeks," he mumbled to himself.

"Yes, to sail around the remnants of that continent is a three-week journey. It was quite a voyage, but a few of my ambassadors finally made contact with your countrymen two weeks ago," Danielle replied.

"How would you know that? They couldn't have returned yet," Edgar asked the obvious.

"The messenger birds brought the news," Danielle said.

Edgar glanced up. The Empire's reliance on carrier pigeons was well-known to him, and the scholars in Figaro were still trying to come up with a suitable counter to interrupt such an important means of communication. Still, she was not telling him the entire truth... or was waiting for him to make the connection. He sat back down and stared at the huge coastline near South Figaro. "Your people were killed," he surmised.

Danielle nodded. "I doubt it was your orders though."

"And why do you doubt that?" Edgar asked. "I might have left standing orders for any Imperial vessels to be attacked on sight. You did invade and occupy South Figaro," Edgar responded angrily. "You smashed all the ships of trade for the past year, even those from Nikeah! The Imperial Navy has been at a state of war with the entire world and has killed thousands of innocent civilian sailors."

She chuckled softly. "Well then King Edgar, I guess I judged you wrongly. An eye for an eye is your royal philosophy?"

That gave Edgar pause. She was suggesting that his navy had done the same. That was not right. He had never allowed any of the Admirals to engage in unrestricted naval warfare.

"I didn't think so," Danielle gestured at the mapped ocean. "All trading vessels that normally leave for Figaro have not returned," Danielle said. "The men I sent were also killed, though they were flying the Imperial flag." She raised a finger and pointed at his country. "Of course, there is also the matter of the letters carried by the pigeons, sent by my spies."

Edgar studied the engravings on his teacup while he debated the situation. His navy was not particularly strong, and if the Empire had lost a great many ships because of the Floating Continent's crash, then his forces would have suffered similarly. If...

No. He wouldn't dare.

"The letters were quite short and hurried. Apparently there has been a new royal edict: Every vessel was to be engaged on sight without exception. It was signed-"

"Duke Daggart Winthron," Edgar whispered in dread.

Danielle laughed pleasantly. "So this was expected," she said as she visibly relaxed. Danielle paused, allowing Edgar to pour himself another cup of tea, and reached over the side of her chair. From a folder she drew a fine piece of parchment, carelessly tossed in front of Edgar.

An official Figarian Rescript, with an all-too familiar crest but oddly foreign signature.

"'The exalted and honorable King Daggart' would be the inscription," Danielle pointed out the words Edgar had been studying.

"I almost regret pardoning him now," he remarked quietly.

The red-haired General smiled slyly and leaned back into her seat. She leaned on an arm while idly stirring tea with the other. "Who is this upstart that has supplanted your rule?"

Edgar sighed. "Daggart Winthron was once a close friend of my father," he explained. There was no need to hide such history from Danielle. No blackmailing or insidious undermining could occur now that Daggart had already revealed his true colors. "He was an influential noblemen and a stalwart supporter of the family. When I was new to the throne, we found Daggart a participant of an assassination plot."

Danielle clicked her tongue loudly. "Such a peaceful kingdom," she commented.

"I didn't believe it at the time. Instead of an execution, I pardoned Daggart for his crime and kept him close. He had been a good advisor for many years -- deftly keeping the nobility in line by playing their power games against one another instead of the throne -- and I never expected this..." Edgar trailed off as his mind continued the train of thought. For Daggart to take the throne, it was almost unthinkable. While he was a skillful orator, this was far different. It could not have been accomplished without bloodshed.

"I would like you to remove Daggart from power," Danielle demanded softly, but with no less authority. "I will provide an escort and you will recover your kingship in return."

Edgar looked up, a short-lived smile appearing on his face. Of course she would want him back in power; he would be more than willing to sign another peace treaty. After all, he had been a great proponent of the original treaty they had signed with Gestahl. Although the Emperor had betrayed them a few weeks later, it did not sully Edgar's hopes for peace.

Yet if Danielle desired a treaty, then Figaro was of some danger to the Imperials. Daggart must have been building up the navy. Although they could not defeat the Empire's armies, their navy was not as vast. In addition, the Floating Continent's crash had ruined the Empire's current fleet. If he considered only newly constructed vessels from a faction of the Empire, then Figaro had the industrial might to meet or even exceed the enemy.

Maintaining naval superiority would prevent another incursion by the Imperial Army, although that would be difficult. They would have to defend the entire coast, or else the Empire would merely find a distant beachhead. Once on land, they were invincible.

They could not fight a war against the Empire for all of eternity. He could save millions of lives with this treaty. The cost was even less than then one Terra bore when she searched out the Espers in Thamasa.

And look how well that ended up.

Edgar pointed at Danielle and ignored his cynical side. "What of Relm?"

"She stays with me, of course," the red-haired General flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. "She serves as insurance that you will do your part."

"A peace treaty forged from the swordpoint leveled at a child," Edgar murmured. "That is certainly a recipe for trust between leaders and nations."

That caught Danielle by surprise, but it did not bode well for him. Instead of anger, she laughed. "Really, I knew you were idealistic but this is just ridiculous. How could you have maintained control over a Kingdom for as long as you have?"

Edgar maintained a calm countenance. After all, this was a diplomatic communique, even if the Imperial General didn't adhere to any of the unspoken rules. "I don't really see what that-"

"You are a King without a country. At this moment, your resources are non-existent. You have no army, no allies, not even transportation to cross the ocean!" Danielle gestured at the map. "And yet here you are with the gall to discuss terms to what should be seen as a gift!"

Edgar straightened, his regal stature towering over the Imperial General. "Perhaps you are overestimating the degree of help you can offer," he pointed out vaguely.

"And perhaps you are letting your pride get in the way of your Kingdom's survival. Really, King Edgar, the resources at your disposal are insufficient to even transport you across the ocean. The ships I'm offering alone -- considering that every vessel on this side of the ocean has been conscripted for the war -- should be more than enough incentive."

That had been unexpected. Edgar should have realized that the Empire would forcibly control all sea-worthy vessels during the Civil War.

"You're correct, General," Edgar began with as much kindness as he could muster. "This alliance is more than expected and a treaty between our two nations is everything I ever dreamed of," he paused for dramatic effect. "But let's be honest, Relm is a minor matter. If you're unwilling to share even that much," Edgar slammed his fist against the table. "I would rather let Daggart bleed you dry!"

Danielle leaned back and closed her eyes. She seemed to be thinking about his requests. One finger idly tapped the side of her chair while she thought; the rhythmic thumping was the only audible sound in the awkward silence.

"Very well," Danielle decided. "I will make a few concessions, but not regarding Relm. She stays here. I will not allow a child to be exposed to the dangers you will face, King Edgar. There is nowhere in the world safer than Tzen."

Before Edgar could respond, she interrupted him. "I will not change my mind about this. I have guaranteed her safety. You can accept this condition, or you may leave."

Edgar fumed secretly, enraged that he could do nothing. He began to genuinely consider leaving.

"However, as you said, we should trust each other. So I will offer you all the information I have on Terra and Locke's current situation."

That got the estranged King of Figaro's attention.

"As far as I know, your friends are safe. They are accompanying General Lilienthal in Alfort-Brougham."

"Albrook?" Edgar asked. He recognized the House of Lilienthal almost immediately. The head of the House was the Governor of Albrook, though he hadn't known that the same man was also a general in the army. That was not the problem though. "Why are they so far away?"

Danielle chuckled. "I sent them there as diplomats and they succeeded beyond my expectations," she explained.

At that moment, the door opened and in came waitresses of all shapes and sizes. They brought in a feast, many times more than what the two of them could have eaten. There was platter after platter of skillfully prepared shrimp, crab, lobster and fish from all four seas of the world. Aromas of spices and exotic fruits wafted into the room, and behind came crystal goblets filled with sparkling white wine.

The waitresses carefully rolled up the map. Danielle waved aside the girls carrying wine. While Edgar had not expected to be drinking, he would have been quite content with the proper vintage.

While they ate, Danielle explained how she had caught Locke, Terra and Relm. Edgar listened carefully as she recanted how Locke and Terra had been swayed to her cause. He was surprised at how easily Locke and Terra had agreed to help Danielle. It appeared to be an unequal deal, as Danielle only had to deliver the laryl.

Edgar doubted the General told him everything. He guessed many of the unspoken parts. No doubt Danielle had threatened Relm's life. It would explain why Relm was still in Tzen instead of being with Terra and Locke in Albrook. It would also explain why Locke would help an Imperial General and had yet to escape. While his underestimation of the Empire's capabilities had gotten everyone into trouble, he was quite... skilled. After years of working with the Returner, Edgar knew that vanishing from under the Empire's watchful eye was no challenge for Locke Cole.

The food grew cold and Edgar bored of the remaining shrimp. He took a sip of honeyed tea while Danielle attempted to gain his trust by recounting the war. Edgar had already deduced most of the details, but he specifically noted the names of her enemies. Danielle skimmed over the details of military action, but Edgar was satisfied merely with knowing the state of the Core. Everything she said matched the stories of the refugees. The only thing that surprised him were the detailed descriptions of formidable monsters, he had heard precious little from those fleeing the Civil War.

Danielle had deployed a generous portion of her military to hunt down the monster threat, even with her borders beleaguered. He scrutinized her as she spoke, weighing her mannerisms and tonality against the experience of years in the noble court. Danielle was born for war. An incredible leader who brilliance had defeated the Kingdom of Tzen, her strategic skills had not faded in a mere decade. Her patterns of speech were laden with double meaning, prudently judging each word before it was spoken. While she was no match for a linguistic master from Figaro, her experience in the Imperial political arena was apparent in everything she said.

Edgar considered his choices. Helping the Imperial and attaining a peace treaty while regaining the homeland of his father, it was almost too attractive. When considered against the other option, being executed along with Relm for crimes against the Empire...

Edgar frowned. Had Danielle threatened him? His mind spun as he tried to recall everything said. Not once had she threatened Relm's life, and to him was a thinly veiled reference. Certainly not what was expected, and it cast a different light on the Imperial General.

Danielle Meras was looking for allies, powerful ones that had proven themselves capable of overcoming indomitable odds. She was looking not just to rebuild, but to strengthen the Empire. Her loyalties did not lie with Gestahl nor Kefka, but with her country and its peoples. She was as devoted as General Leo, but was utterly ruthless in her approach.

He was sitting before someone that could, one day, lead the Empire.

The thought of that chilled Edgar to the bones.

"Why have you not contested the throne? Considering the degree of influence you wield, I would presume that your troops would have declared you the leader of the Empire; a de-facto Imperator of sorts," Edgar said between sips of tea.

"Your noble education would lead you to believe that civil wars are only fought for power, wouldn't they?" Danielle bantered without answering his question.

Yet Edgar could see what she was leading him towards. It was a dance of words to discern the sagacity of the other. "You have not given me a reason for three generals to conspire and then openly declare war on their own people. I suppose it is a bit harsh to assume that you are nothing more than a power-monger, but my dealings with the Empire have hardly led me to believe otherwise."

Danielle chuckled softly, but Edgar could tell it was forced and merely a show of politeness. For what reason, he could not imagine. There was something else hidden beneath rhetoric and carefully devised mannerisms.

"I do not intend on assuming the throne. This war revolved around the actions of a corrupt House of Lords, one that removed Emperor Gestahl from power and then put their puppet on the throne. It was merely bad luck that the Emperor died, or else he would be leading this war. A pretender to the throne cannot be ignored, King Edgar."

This time, there was no infliction or subtlety in her meaning.

"My men have no loyalty to Anson Tilton, he is a scientist and inventor, but no leader. It is not his place to command, nor the place of the House of Lords to remove our Lord and Emperor. This is a common sentiment throughout the Empire."

"Apparently not the Core," Edgar replied.

Danielle gaze hardened instantly. "You would do well to remember your place," she snapped without any change in the tone of her voice.

The look on Edgar's face was impassive. Not even a hint of a smile could be seen on his lips.

"Tilton betrayed the House of Lords and began what he called the Equality Crusade."

Edgar raised an eyebrow. It sounded quite similar to the Morality Crusade of Gestahl. Interesting, he thought. He quickly committed the name of Anson Tilton to memory.

"His men pillaged the nobility and his reforms left the Imperial treasury empty. People starve because of his shortsightedness, such as when he took grain supplies and used it to gain favor with the army instead. He made huge demands of Albrook and when they weren't met, he raided them. Now that it is winter, millions starve due to Tilton's actions. Even if our initial refusal of his ascension was hasty, there is no doubt in my heart, nor in the hundreds of thousands who follow me, that Tilton's reign must be ended. It is simply the right thing to do. That is why we're here today, King Edgar: to discuss the right thing."

Danielle's blue eyes judged him coldly. She slowly chewed on a morsel of spiced crab, deliberately taking her time as she sucked the flavor out of the meat. It was readily apparent by her expression that she would no longer discuss the civil war. She wanted an answer.

Edgar sighed. He really had no choice. The longer Daggart remained in power, the more difficult it would be to remove him from the throne. The sooner he returned to Figaro, the sooner he could gather those loyalists still alive to fight the errant Duke. His father would have done the same. Danielle was empowering him to save the lives of his countrymen both in the short-term and the long term. It was a deal that he could not ignore.

What harm could there be in accepting the Empire's assistance?

He knew the answer to that, and his mood soured even more. This woman had used his friends as tools of her own, threatening the life of a child in order to get her way. Now she was tempting him with everything he had ever wanted. He wanted to believe that she was benevolent, but...

But he needed her help.

"Fine," Edgar said at last, ignoring the voice of reason. "I'll help you."

Danielle gave him a small smile with her lips pressed tightly together. Edgar wondered if she was forcing the smile, or if she was trying to keep her joy from showing.

"You have chosen well, and I look forward to the day I will properly address you as King Edgar," she said with a wave of her hand. "I suggest you retire to your friends and explain to them the situation, I doubt they will see the bigger picture as easily as you have."

Edgar narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"Your friends," Danielle repeated. "Cyan the Relentless and the sage from Thamasa."

Edgar was not sure which was more surprising, what she had called Cyan or how much she knew of their activities.

"Although the sage might agree with your reasoning, the Relentless will probably live up to his name," Danielle continued. "He'll probably take quite a while to convince, even if you tell him of the lives you have saved with your decision today," she leaned back and finished her tea before continuing. "I'll send my men to retrieve you this evening," she said after deliberation. "Only a few soldiers though, I don't think it would be proper to scare the old librarian by showing up at his door with a full squadron."

Edgar felt a bead of sweat run down his back.

Danielle smiled pleasantly. "I'll see you this evening, King Edgar."

---

Locke forced himself to walk back inside the cave slowly and with some manner of dignity. He shook his head from side to side, snow falling down from his white cloak, as he tried not to show how cold he really was.

"Well?" Sherwood asked with a smirk on his face.

Locke glared at Sherwood. The dark-haired Imperial soldier was giving him an irritating quizzical look.

"It's a nightmare out there," Locke sighed.

"Colonel Ferdinand expected as much," Sherwood said while he stroked his beard.

It was strange how Norris' men acted around him. When he was within earshot, the men would use his first-name and act as if there was no rank difference between them. The moment Norris was gone though, he was Colonel Ferdinand again. It was the opposite of what Locke had expected and he found it incredibly peculiar.

They had wandered across the cave the day before, and not a moment too soon. The winter storms that Norris had warned them about were ferocious and intense. The winds cut through their cloaks and froze their leather armor, making it torturous to travel the mountain trails. Snow fell in great heaps and winds were fiercer with every passing hour. Soon, they could see no more than ten paces ahead.

Even Terra, bundled within her silks and the warm embrace of a wolf mantle, was shivering uncontrollably by the time Clarkson had found the cave. Nestled safely deep within the Strachan Mountains, they had retrieved firewood from their packs and warmed themselves with a hearty campfire. Ifrit still hung from Locke's neck, and the former fiery Esper's skills had been more than up to the task of searing away its eternal foe.

"The storm continues to rage," Sherwood declared when they returned to where they had camped. Although it was close to the entrance of the cave, it was also down a passage that twisted and turned many times. The result was a small bit of light from the entrance but none of the frigid air.

Norris chuckled softly. "Like I said Locke, the storm will last probably a good while longer. You should not question my abilities."

Locke shrugged. "I didn't realize you learned spells to tell the weather. I'm sure they're really useful," he grumbled sarcastically.

"Not magic," Norris gave him a wrinkled grin. "Just the wisdom of many winters."

Locke scoffed as he took a seat next to a pile of blackened logs. They had not bothered with the campfire after the first few hours. Norris had taught Terra how to keep their clothes warm with the use of magic, and the two had gone about enchanting their garments. Locke had tried to cast the spell too, but he just didn't seem to grasp the concept. He simply couldn't control the magic and ended up with a beginner's fireball. Norris had suggested Locke try to warm a stone first, and when the pebble had glowed dangerously red for the umpteenth time, Locke gave up.

While Norris left to speak with some of his men, Locke made himself comfortable against the cavern walls. They were frozen to the touch, but it was nothing his spelled tunic could not mitigate. He ignored his sore back and bandaged ribs thanks to the encounter with the behemoth. From within his pocket he retrieved a small piece of wood; something he had picked up a few days ago. He began to whittle away with his knife while he thought about what he should carve.

Time passed quickly as Locke shaped the wood into the rough form of a figurine. He enjoyed the feel of working with his hands, letting him pass the time while also being productive. It also let him forget how poorly he fared against the behemoth.

"Locke," Clarkson waved at the self-styled treasure hunter. Though he was amongst the shortest of Norris' handpicked men, he was still taller than Locke and quite a bit beefier. "Norris is gathering everyone at his tent. We're being briefed."

Locke nodded and brushed the wood shavings off his clothes. He slipped the piece of timber back into his pocket and followed Clarkson deeper into the cave. They were a small group, thirteen in total, and everyone was waiting for Locke and Clarkson's arrival.

"And so they finally show up," Norris said from the center of the circle. "Take a seat and I'll finally reveal to you the reason why we're suffering like this." He waited until all were settled and their attentions on him. "I don't normally keep you guys out of the loop like this, but it was the General's orders."

Miles, the second-highest ranking officer and the unofficial speaker of the group, nodded. "Don't worry sir, we didn't mind at all."

Norris smiled. "As you all know, we're headed to Fanshaw." There were a few nods accompanied by grim faces. "I could tell you that much because the General didn't see any reason why our destination had to be kept in the dark. That and the smart ones could have figured it out, not you Gossman, but at least Sherwood and Miles."

There was laughter and a few of the men slapped Gossman on the back.

"Now Fanshaw isn't just deep in the Core. Miles, you were stationed there a few years ago. Everyone else has passed through once or twice. You should all have an idea of what to expect, but the Major here give you the ten-second summary of our target."

Miles was a heavily muscled man that reminded Locke of Danielle's bodyguards, Valerio and Baldric. He had lost his left eye in a heroic act to save a comrade's life once, and the stories of the soldier's selfless acts were told with awe. Locke had heard a few from Anthony, the soldier that had bandaged his ribs after the behemoth's demise.

"Fanshaw is built like a castle," Miles began. "There are no tunnels or sewage drains that go underground; it's built on top of mountain bedrock. The walls are higher than anything aside from those of the Imperial Palace. There is a quality garrison there as well, men with experience guarding the border against anything that might come from the mountains. If we're going to be sneaking in, it will be a challenge."

Norris waited until everyone had digested the facts before continuing. "Now if you remember anything farther back than three months ago, you'll remember the Magitek Factory scandal with the rebels." There was a chorus of heads nodding up and down, and Locke averted his eyes considering his involvement. "When Tilton was put in charge of the labs, he instituted a variety of surprising changes. He's a smart one, devious and clever, and began the construction of an ambitious weapon."

Locke blinked. He swore Danielle had said something about a new weapon.

"The Aegis?" it was Sherwood who asked.

Norris shook his head. "No, that was one of his sane ideas and now nearly all Magitek pilots owe him their lives."

"Aegis?" Locke repeated in confusion.

"The name for the clear enclosure," Sherwood replied. "You have seen an Armor before, haven't you?"

"I've never seen any glass on any Magitek," Locke replied. "Doesn't sound very safe."

Sherwood shook his head. "It's not glass, it's just transparent. It protects the pilot from arrows," he explained. "I'm surprised you haven't seen them, they're practically everywhere now. You can't pierce the shield with a short-bow unless you're stronger than-"

Norris cut Sherwood off with a grunt. "You'll see them soon enough, Locke," he said. "And while the Aegis is a problem, it's nothing like Project Camiel. What we're handling is far more dangerous; like comparing a candle to the sun."

Norris readjusted his seat, smoothing out his pants and giving everyone time for his words to sink in. Although Locke and Terra did not see the significance of Norris' words, the soldiers did. They had dealt with the Aegis-enhanced Magitek armors and knew how incredibly dangerous the simple enclosure had made the machinations. If their commander considered the Aegis insignificant in the face of whatever existed in Fanshaw...

"Details are highly classified, and even the General doesn't know everything," Norris continued. "The weapon is an enhancement to the Magitek armors though, like everything Tilton has ever dreamed up. Although it was not yet functional when our last reports came from the Capital, that situation may have changed in the last couple months. General Lilienthal feels we cannot allow this weapon to continue development in Fanshaw for any longer."

"Unfortunately," Norris sighed, "if an army even remotely approaches Fanshaw, then Tilton will merely move his weapon somewhere else. Either that or we'll be the first demonstration of the destructive potential of Project Camiel. Since neither is a choice the General willing to chance, we're going to personally take care of the development labs and all the scientists working on the project."

"What is it exactly?" Clarkson asked. The shortest soldier was sitting closest to Norris.

"I don't know. But it was designed to make the Guardian obsolete. I don't think I have to elaborate."

The Guardian was the newest prototype Magitek Armor that simply dwarfed every other Armor in existence. The guns mounted to it had been numerous, and it had massive cannons on the front that turned it into a walking siege platform. It was completely shielded in thick metal armor, capable of turning aside even elemental weaponry. Locke had seen the machine defending the Imperial Palace before. Still in the experimental stages, great cables had been strung from the underground power facilities of Vector and attached to its mighty arms, feeding beam cannons directly.

It was the greatest war machine in existence. To make the Guardian obsolete would require the creation of a weapon unimaginable.

Locke's nod of understanding accompanied the nervous chuckles of the soldiers. Their faces were grim as they understood exactly how important their mission was. The lives of many of their friends depended on this weapon being destroyed.

"Why Fanshaw?" Clarkson, the blond-haired soldier that had guarded Terra throughout Albrook, frowned. "It's far to the south, away from the heartland and even further from the Magitek Labs."

"Anson Tilton was born in Fanshaw," Norris answered. "He has many loyalists there as well as a personal laboratory dating back several years. The location is perfect for developing a top-secret weapon like this."

"How exactly are we going to destroy something that we know nothing about?" Terra asked. While Norris' threat was no longer on her mind, his presence was a constant reminder that her hesitation had nearly killed Locke. She preferred avoiding him when possible, but the description of their mission didn't make any sense. Remiel had told her nothing about this. When would she be helping the citizens that needed her?

Locke grimaced. He had an idea how they were going to stop Project Camiel.

Norris gave Terra a thin smile, his lips pressed so tightly together that they were almost white. His expression was all the answer they needed. It was the pained look of a man that had borne too much responsibility for too many years of his life.

The Empire would do what it did best, as it had done in the past to Doma, South Figaro, Castle Figaro, and attempted twice in Narshe. Only this time, Locke and Terra were no longer on the receiving end. No matter what kind of reasoning was behind their assault -- destroying the weapon would help not just Lilienthal and his armies, but the entire world -- they would become the very thing they hated.

Terra went white when she realized what Norris had not said. "I was told this mission was going to help people, not kill them," she whispered.

Some of the soldiers exchanged uneasy looks with each other. Even had they not been told that Terra was a powerful Magitek Knight specifically chosen by Lilienthal for their mission, they were few enough that one person's anxiety could cause the entire mission to end in failure.

"We are helping," Norris' voice was lifeless. "Their deaths will prevent Project Camiel from ever bearing fruit. That would save thousands of lives directly, and perhaps indirectly end the Civil War sooner."

Terra couldn't bear to look at Norris anymore. She was being used as an assassin! How could this have happened?

Norris' attention lingered on Terra for a moment longer. "Now get some rest," he said as he turned away. "Fanshaw is only two days march from here and the storm will end tonight. Be prepared to move out; we've already wasted enough time."

---

Cyan and Strago took it much better than Edgar had expected.

Admittedly, they did threaten to skin him alive and let him bleed to death. They also stormed out of Lowell's house enraged after nearly coming to blows. In the end though, they settled down and stopped cursing every time they spoke his name.

Though they were angry at Edgar's actions, Strago and Cyan were more than happy that Relm, Terra and Locke were alive. Strago was especially ecstatic that his granddaughter was not just alive, but in the city as well. Even the fact that she was in the hands of Imperial soldiers did not detract from that simple relief.

Cyan was suspicious of Edgar's source of information, and his suspicions did not pass even when Edgar explained why he believed Danielle was telling the truth. Edgar judiciously spoke ill of Danielle and tried to appeal to Cyan's hatred of the Empire. He referred to her as depraved, devious and scheming, thus leading to a conclusion that she would not bother with pleasantries. If their friends were dead, she would simply tell them so. If they did not cooperate, she would just threaten to kill them and Relm.

That did not bolster his decision to help the General though; indeed it had the opposite, though delayed, effect.

But after many hours, Edgar managed to convince Strago and Cyan to put on a friendly facade for their visitors that night. Strago was willing, especially after Edgar explained the situation and their lack of options, to pretend that they were happy to help the Empire. Strago was going to voice some conditions -- seeing Relm in person and a personal guarantee of his granddaughter's safety -- but he was mostly acquiescent.

Cyan was willing to let the soldiers live, for now.

Edgar understood Cyan's reluctance. Considering his history with the Empire, it was difficult for Cyan to believe that any part of the Empire could be benevolent. In his mind, the entire situation was a trap deviously crafted to end with their deaths and the Empire's rule. To imagine that the Empire would wish to assist Edgar in taking back his kingdom to ensure peace between the two powers, it was beyond lunacy. The Empire existed solely to conquer other kingdoms. Edgar was being tricked by a wolf in sheepskin, and Cyan would not have any part in such unbelievable stupidity.

A part of Edgar believed the same. He knew the risks. There had been very little else on his mind all day. He had come to the conclusion that even if Danielle planned treachery, she would not strike until Daggart was disposed. However, if she moved then, Edgar would have the army protect them. Certainly it was a better option than three tired men in the midst of an Imperial Capital city.

To say that their dinner was awkward was an understatement. Edgar felt terrible about how they treated Lowell. They were horrible guests and Edgar apologized as such. He also explained to the old librarian that they would be leaving that night, and that they appreciated all that he had done for them.

Lowell just smiled and thanked Edgar again for his efforts, and those of the Returners.

Five soldiers were their escort. Edgar noticed immediately that the men were all heavily armed and wore plated mail. They were all extremely experienced, beyond veteran. Men like these were the cream of the crop and worth fifty times their number.

The man in charge introduced himself as Brigadier-General Farin Starson. He shook hands with Edgar and seemed to be friendly. The rank implied that he was probably second only to Danielle, though Edgar wondered how someone so prominent could have been assigned to escort duty. No matter how important the three of them were to Danielle's goals, it made no sense to have a Brigadier shepherd enemies of the Empire.

Unless Danielle felt the five men were more than a match for the three of them, Edgar realized. Knowing her aptitude at collecting information, Edgar wondered if their escort could actually be their equals. It was very possible given the quality of the guards, and certainly the kind of subtle action Danielle would take.

Edgar chuckled softly to himself. An unlikely coincidence this was, to meet the very man whose name struck such fear into the mansion guards. The blond-haired girl had said that Farin Starson was incredibly dangerous with his swords and had a short temper. Edgar decided that it was in everyone's best interests if Cyan and Farin did not speak.

They quickly strolled through the near-empty streets of Tzen; there was a curfew in place. Edgar assumed they were headed in the direction of the Zarren, the great river that ran north of Tzen and made its way towards the ocean. That river was the reason why Tzen was so important to the coastal defense of the Empire. With a huge port that was protected from the vicious seas, Tzen was the launching point of any major fleet.

Farin Starson actually tried to make conversation with the three Returners, though by Edgar's subtlety he never spoke with the brooding Cyan. Eventually, Strago entertained the General while they walked, ignorant of the man's reputation. Edgar remained deep in his own conflicted thoughts.

The harbor was busy when they arrived. Hundreds of men were working underneath the moonlit sky, lanterns carried by hand dancing amongst the great port like fireflies, as they prepared for the departure of five monstrous warships. Edgar counted at least another dozen battleships of the same size, their broadsides bristling with well over a hundred cannons each. By Danielle's recounting, the Imperial Navy had been mostly demolished by the Floating Continent's crash into the ocean, but obviously that had not been the whole truth. Or perhaps the Empire had been very busy rebuilding their fleet.

There were at least another ten ships of the line, slightly smaller than the triple-decked warships that were being prepared at the moment. Edgar could see many other vessels suited as convoy escorts, scouts or patrol ships. The frigates were too numerous to count and it did not help that Edgar could not see the entirety of the great harbor.

It was a tremendous collection of naval power. Fleet action with any similar foe would take days to resolve, and Edgar wondered how Figaro could possibly be a danger to Danielle if she had this kind of navy at her beck and call. They had never been capable of building such numbers of battleships. The facilities for such an endeavor simply weren't there.

Regardless of the trivial nature of his mission, it appeared that Farin Starson was well-known and suffered no loss of dignity. Within seconds of their arrival at the port, men that had been too busy to wipe the sweat from their brow went out of their way to thank the General. Word quickly spread of Brigadier Starson's arrival and before long, Edgar could make out two giant men making their way through the crowd.

Valerio and his twin, Edgar presumed. That meant that she was here as well.

The man on Edgar's left, his head shaven bald but his chin sporting a great beard, headed in the direction of the two bodyguards. Edgar exchanged a worried look Strago and Cyan, the latter glowering at the Imperial Army's presence.

That attitude was noticed by their escorts. One in particular, who was also had his head shaven bald but was clean-shaven, kept a close eye on the Doma Knight. The Brigadier noticed as well, but chose to ignore it. Edgar could feel the confidence emanating from the warrior general.

Flanked by her two bodyguards, Danielle arrived to meet them. Edgar's jaw dropped when he noticed whose hand she was holding.

"Relm!" Strago exclaimed.

"Fussy old man!" Relm cried back.

Strago grimaced, but that was soon lost as Relm jumped into his arms. Strago laughed wholeheartedly, his joy infectious as even Cyan smiled upon seeing the family reunion.

"I thought he might want to see his granddaughter," Danielle said quietly.

Edgar turned around. The General had snuck behind him without his notice, a smile on her face as she gestured at the grandfather struggling to deal with his grandchild. Relm was in fine form, teasing both Strago and Cyan with her usual barbs.

"That's thoughtful of you," Edgar replied as he tried to stifle the cocky comments that came to mind.

Danielle chuckled lightly as she watched Relm gesture at Cyan's hair. "I presume you have convinced your friends?"

Edgar laughed out loud, but it was unnoticed as everyone had their eyes still on the reunion. "In a manner of speaking, yes. I did not expect to be leaving tonight though," he said quietly.

"And why would you assume that the preparations of these ships are for you, King Edgar?"

Again, that annoying way of pronouncing his title. Edgar barely stopped himself from scowling. "You don't have to test my mettle, General Meras. I am neither blind nor am I dimwitted."

Danielle raised her eyebrows. "Oh?" she replied. "Then I'll admit you're correct."

"You're sending quite the escort for me though," Edgar said.

"Two ships of the line and a scouting curtain?" Danielle asked. "You certainly have a strange way of expressing confidence in the quality of the Ethelben Ship Yards."

Edgar scoffed. He had thought all ten battleships were his escort, but he was not going to admit his error now. "I have an inflated view of your ships from seeing them in action. It's a different world, being on the other end of the targeting sights."

Danielle chuckled softly. "You were not lying about your quick wit."

Before Edgar could respond, Farin interrupted them. "Danielle," he said. "They are ready to receive passengers."

Danielle's face took on a serious look immediately, the hard edge that Edgar had forgotten about instantly returning to her expression. "Prepare him," she said crisply.

Farin left without saluting.

"It appears preparations are complete. If you and your friends would follow me, there are a few things all three of you must know and I would rather tell you now, while there is time," Danielle held out a hand. "This way, King Edgar."

---

They passed by one the biggest of the warships docked in the harbor. Huge flags bearing the standard of the Empire flew from the masts, leaving Edgar no doubts that it was anything but Danielle's flagship. It was massive, with four decks of deadly cannons ready for action, and had hundreds of men preparing the ship for her voyage.

Their destination was a small cabin near the center of the port. They were led by her two huge bodyguards and flanked by three of Farin's soldiers; one had been tasked with returning Relm to the mansion. Considering their situation, Edgar felt strange that they were not being led into the dungeons. Or since they were near so many vessels, Edgar corrected himself, sent to below decks and chained to the oars.

Danielle waited until everyone was seated comfortably and the soldiers were positioned at the door. The cabin was a single room, boxes of supplies haphazardly stacked against the walls with a desk set in the center. "I'm sure King Edgar," she spoke his title without her usual inflection, "has already told you why he has agreed to cooperate. Since I will not be going personally to oversee your success, there will be a few clarifications."

Cyan folded his arms. The gaze in his eyes was deadly.

Danielle did not wither under that murderous rage but instead shot a glare at Edgar. Apparently, she was unhappy. Edgar shrugged back nonchalantly.

"You will be on the lead ship, the Tiernay. I have given King Edgar overall command of the fleet. However, that can be instantly revoked and the Captain has orders to throw you in the brig if you abuse your position," Danielle explained. "One of the most dangerous tasks will be to land upon the shores of Figaro. King Edgar, I have no doubt that with your capable command and the quality of our vessels, you will easily accomplish that goal."

Edgar swallowed. Now he wished he had paid more attention when he was being tutored naval warfare.

"To completely ensure that this mission is without trouble, I am sending a personal advisor. Overseeing your actions shall be Valerio."

The statue of a man folded his arms behind Danielle.

"He will be on the Diodorus along with one of my best Admirals," Danielle continued. "They will keep on eye on you, Edgar," Her tone grew harsh. "I don't have to explain the consequences should you choose to neglect your duties."

She referred to Relm of course. It was about time she threatened the little girl's life, and it made Edgar feel strangely comfortable. Finally, Danielle had shown her true colours.

At that moment, Farin Starson entered the cabin with little ceremony. He tilted his head slightly and Danielle nodded in response. The dangerous Brigadier-General leaned against the wall. Edgar observed that Farin's hands remained near his sword the entire time. The General hid his intentions behind a thick grey cloak, but Edgar was not fooled.

"You should know that one of the vessels assigned to the scouting curtain holds someone that you might take exception to," Danielle said. A deadly smile came to her face. "Consider it a gift from me; a small reward for your cooperation and a reminder that I am not your enemy."

Edgar narrowed his eyes. "What?"

Danielle leaned back in her chair. "Aboard the sloop of war is former Major Ethan Nairne. I believe you have reason to know him quite well."

Edgar nearly shot out of his chair and would have succeeded had it not been for one of the soldiers forcing him down. "That bastard?!" he shouted. "You would have us work with him?"

While Strago was confused, Cyan's murderous rage was strengthened ten-fold. He was not directing that anger at Danielle anymore though, despite his gaze still being in her direction.

Ethan Nairne had been one of Kefka's closest and most trusted officers. He had been in command of the Imperial Guard that had protected Gestahl on the Floating Continent, but that had not been the reason why Edgar and Cyan hated the man.

Their hatred of Nairne was second only to Kefka, for the Major had been in command of the Imperial attack on South Figaro. Nairne had been Kefka's loyal dog, the man that took orders blindly and was always behind the scenes accomplishing what Kefka had deemed to be beneath him. While his General had been overseeing the poisoning of Doma, Nairne had lured Celes to South Figaro without the protection of her loyal battalions. Then he stripped of her rank, tortured, and almost executed her for crimes she never committed.

But that was only the tip of the iceberg. Though only Locke had seen Celes in her condition within the secret dungeons beneath South Figaro, Cyan and Edgar had been privy to her sorrowful tale. Shortly after her ordeal, Celes had withdrawn emotionally. Her world had been turned upside-down and the Empire she served had betrayed her. Cyan had treated Celes like a daughter and eventually she had revealed everything to him.

As for Edgar, the moment he met her he had been afraid that beneath the cold detachment, Celes was unstable, depressive and suicidal. He had also tried to calm her down in his own fashion. Edgar had always had a way with women, and though it took him a while, he coaxed the story out of her. Between her tortured sobs, labored breaths and tears of grief, the two men had heard what Nairne had done to her.

Edgar's eyes were ice cold as he glared at Danielle. "You-"

"-have not yet executed him," Danielle interrupted him. She smiled slightly when he saw that he was caught off-balance. "I do not execute people that may still serve some use, and even Ethan Nairne was not an exception."

Cyan was confused as much as Edgar was. Both men lost their righteous rage as they tried to comprehend what Danielle was telling them.

"Nairne will be aboard one of the most expendable vessels in the history of the Empire. When his airship crashed within my territory, most of his men were killed. Those that survived will also be on that frigate, though many of them are missing limbs and other crucial parts," Danielle explained without emotion. "I trust you will put that vessel to good use, Edgar."

Edgar nodded, though he had no intention of being so barbaric.

"About my granddaughter," Strago interrupted.

Danielle turned to the sage. "She will be treated with more respect than a princess," she answered. "But she will stay here in Tzen."

"A prisoner," Strago frowned.

"A safe, highly valued friend of the Empire," Danielle gestured dramatically with her hands. "Your journey is dangerous. You will venture across a treacherous ocean and into a Kingdom where you will incite a counter-revolution. I cannot, in good conscience, let her go with you."

Strago frowned. "This is-"

"I give you my word she will be unharmed. I even brought her here tonight as a gesture of good faith. The Empire holds no animosity to the people of Thamasa, and her presence stems from my own instinct to protect a defenseless child," Danielle tapped a finger on her desk. "If you have a safer place for her to be, tell me and I'll make arrangements."

"Thamasa, send her back home," Strago answered immediately.

"I don't have the men to spare or the ships available. I am fighting a war, Strago Magus. This also ignores the fact that sailing the seas is incredibly dangerous ever since the Floating Continent fell. Between that and the civil war, Tzen is the safest place your granddaughter can be," Danielle concluded.

Strago was silent for a while, contemplating the General's words. He nodded slowly, muttering to himself about landmasses and tidal displacement. Finally, Strago sighed dramatically. "I see your point," he pretended to relent. He had gotten everything he expected.

"And perhaps after helping King Edgar with his situation, I can assist you with something else that has been bothering you."

"What would that be?" Strago asked, cautious but curious.

A thin grin was on Danielle's face. "The Statues, of course."

Edgar hid his surprise well, but the look on Strago's face spoke volumes.

"You..." Strago started.

"Yes, I know of them. I would like to offer you the assistance you will need to correct the balance."

Edgar suddenly realized that she had tipped her hand. She was power-hungry. She wanted their trust so that she could take the power for herself. This was a deal with the devil.

"I'll... think about it," Strago stuttered, utterly confused by what had happened.

"Very good," Danielle said with a wave of her hand. "Then we have no more to discuss. Valerio, take-"

"Stop," Cyan interrupted.

Everyone's attention focused on the Doma Knight.

Cyan folded his arms and redirected his lethal gaze towards Danielle again. "I do not intend on boarding a ship for Figaro, nor do I intend on ever assisting the Empire."

Danielle's eyes flickered to Edgar for the briefest of moments.

"I will not help King Edgar. I belong here, regardless of thy consent, and shalt protect Relm and ensure her safety. I do not trust you or thy honeyed-tongue," Cyan finished dangerously. No one could ignore the threatening tone of his voice.

One of the soldiers guarding the door to the cabin drew his sword.

Danielle held up a hand. At the same time, Farin shouted an order for the soldier to replace his sword. Cyan remained motionless, despite the threat behind him. His aggressive attentions remained on the red-haired General, who had leaned back in her chair and was apparently considering his words. While she thought, her hands traced elliptical patterns upon the side of her chair.

Edgar was in disbelief. Cyan had not hinted at his intentions, and Edgar had thought the knight would never act so irrationally. If Danielle refused, what would Cyan do? Fight his way to Relm? This was an extremely delicate situation and his selfish actions could lead to Relm's death, to say nothing of their own.

Cyan Garamonde was risking everything!

"What are doing Cyan?" Edgar whispered through clenched teeth.

On the opposite side, Strago subtly evaluated their odds of survival.

"A creature not of logic, but of emotion," Danielle mused. Her quietude was a stark contrast to the wrath of Cyan Garamonde. "Intelligence was wrong. You, Knight of Doma, are not a credit to your people. You bring shame upon all who followed you."

Cyan took the bait without hesitation, his exotic longsword drawn in a heartbeat. The action was expected everyone in the room. Valerio and his twin had battle-axes at hand a heartbeat after Cyan, and the ringing of four more swords being drawn added to the symphony of steel. Edgar and Strago had both risen to their friend's defense, but they were both unarmed.

Edgar felt shivers run down his spine. His spear lay against a pile of boxes, but it was too far away. There was no chance he could stand and retrieve his weapon before being cut down. He didn't know what Strago could do, but he seriously doubted even a descendant of the Mage Warriors could affect the outcome by more than one cadaver. Sweat dripped down his back as the minutes passed quietly. The cabin was surprisingly isolated from the outside world, not a sound from the docks could be heard.

Surrounded by deadly blades, as well as the guarantee that both Valerio and his twin could hold long enough for Farin and his soldiers to stab him in the back, Cyan paused. He was biding his time.

"Motivated by pride and vanity, only the argument of the sword can speak to him," Danielle tapped at her mahogany desk. The rhythmic thumping of her finger was the only sound in the room.

Danielle's finger continued to tap in the tense silence. Cyan's eyes flickered from side to side. The dangerous look on his face, the grinding of his teeth, and the white knuckles around the hilt of his sword told Edgar that the situation was moments from becoming very bloody. Cyan was ready to pounce the moment anyone's guard dropped. From the looks on the Imperial men's faces, that wouldn't happen anytime within the hour.

Her finger stopped tapping. Edgar tensed.

Deadly blue eyes regarded Cyan Garamonde. "I do not see the use of a man like you on this mission. Your stubbornness and imprudence would only endanger everyone else. Your reluctance is expected after considering your reputation," Danielle started.

She was going to execute him. Edgar could see it in her eyes: Imperial to the core.

"You ignore the needs of your own allies, blinded by hatred. Furthermore, you aspire to nothing more than the murder of Imperial men and women," Danielle continued.

Edgar readied himself. They would fight and die together. After all, he could not stand by and let Cyan be cut down. How could he return to claim leadership over his people if he was such an immoral soul?

How could he throw his life away for nothing, when his people were being subjugated by a bloodthirsty usurper?

"I would not allow you aboard an Imperial vessel even if you wished it," Danielle pointed at Cyan. "You are a deadly danger to my people. A creature like you might bring harm upon innocents. I will not let that happen."

"You dare insinuate that?" Cyan growled.

It was clear to Edgar that Danielle did not intend on executing Cyan. That gave him some hope, but if this was Danielle was being diplomatic, Edgar did not want to know how she threatened her enemies.

"I think the only solution here is a promise, sworn on nothing less than your dead wife and son, that you will not harm any of my people." Noting that Cyan was about to respond, she raised her voice, "in return, I will let you see Relm unfettered."

That silenced him, but only for a moment.

"There is more to this," Cyan said. "Treachery is in your blood, Imperial."

"There are restrictions, yes. I won't let you stay with Relm, but I will let you see her once a day; under guard of course. She's my insurance that you won't break the terms of our bargain."

"And what guarantees your terms?" Cyan replied back. The grip on his sword had relaxed, but the anger in the tone of his voice remained.

Danielle smiled. "Nothing. You will get nothing better from me, and this deal could get quite worse."

Edgar could see that Cyan had calmed down, but was unwilling to commit. He saw his chance to negotiate and jumped in. "Wait a minute," Edgar spoke up. "Cyan, enough! You've gotten your wish!"

Cyan shot a glare at Edgar.

"She's already given you everything you asked for," Edgar faced his friend eye-to-eye. "What could you accomplish by swinging your sword now? We'll die right here, tonight! It might not be right now, perhaps not even in this room, but there are thousands of Imperial soldiers in this city. You kill her, and the best we can hope is for Relm to be crying at the news that both you and her grandfather are dead." He put a hand on Cyan's shoulder. "I don't have to elaborate on the worse case scenario."

Cyan sighed deeply. He broke eye contact with Edgar and turned back to Danielle.

"You have your promise, Imperial. Mark my words, if you do not hold your end of the bargain, you will rue the day you crossed Cyan Garamonde," Cyan sheathed his sword in one smooth motion, somehow still imparting a deadly threat with that act.

Danielle sank back into her chair and said nothing in response.

Edgar turned back towards Danielle. "Now is everything settled?" he asked.

Farin and his men replaced their swords. Between the sound of steel and the look on Danielle's face, it was obvious that everything was most certainly not settled. This night would not be forgotten.

A period of silence, and then Danielle spoke at last. "Farin, get them out of my sight."

---

They had been led to the Diodorus and the Tiernay without ceremony. Farin left them and stepped on board the lead ship, intending to make a few final checks and to introduce Edgar to the Captain of the Tiernay. Soldiers stood guard off to the side, respectfully out of earshot.

The docks were still busy; giant cranes could be seen loading cargo onto several of the larger warships off in a distance. But Edgar, Cyan and Strago found themselves isolated at the very edge of a pier. They brooded quietly, each was thinking about the events that had transpired that night.

"Strago," Cyan said at last. "I should apologize. It should not be I keeping your granddaughter company."

Strago stopped staring into the vast waters of the Zarren River. "It's alright Cyan. I know your heart was in the right place. It worried me that Relm would be staying here alone anyhow, having you by her side comforts me greatly."

"That is not what I meant," Cyan pointed out.

"Of course, but it's what I see," Strago replied. He forced himself to smile. "I feel much better knowing Relm is in your hands. The greatest of the Knights of Doma protecting my granddaughter, if that doesn't bring relief to these old bones then nothing will."

Cyan forced a smile.

"Anyhow, now I can help our royal friend to the best of my abilities. No preoccupations."

"I'm sorry that I brought this mess into our lives," Edgar sighed.

"I think we came out on top really," Strago mused. "My granddaughter is safe. We know Terra and Locke are fine as well. Somehow, we've gotten the Empire to foot the bill so that we can get back to the Northern Continent. They'll even provide an escort for us. It seems like everything worked out for the best." He was trying to convince himself of the words he spoke.

Cyan folded his arms. "Both of you will be in peril. Coups are bloody, dangerous things," he said gruffly.

Edgar could see that Cyan felt terrible for abandoning them. It had been his hatred of the Empire that made him refuse the mission, not his unwillingness to help. "You'll be surrounded by Imperials, alone. Strago and I will be together, and in the worst case, surrounded by my countrymen. I don't envy you in the slightest."

"It doesn't matter. Nothing will happen to Relm, you have my word. My life before hers," Cyan promised.

"Very well," Edgar replied. "And in the meantime, you can keep a close eye on Meras and her cronies. I don't think they'll try anything, but I wouldn't put anything past an Imperial. The moment you hear anything, you and Relm better get out of there. Just go into hiding somewhere out of the way like Nestil. There's a civil war going on and I doubt that they'll have the resources necessary to track you down."

"And we'll be back," Strago pointed out. "Hopefully with a King's escort."

"More," Edgar lowered his voice. "Whatever the outcome, the Empire will not be able to ignore the strength of the Northern Continent. We managed to land troops and enter Vector during the height of Imperial power! I'd dare say we'll a match for whatever stumbles out of this war."

There was still an uncomfortable air that remained between the three men. Cyan cleared his throat. "I..."

"Cyan," Edgar interrupted. "Stop worrying about us. What we're going to do will require subtlety. I'm sorry old friend," his lip curled up in a devious smile. "Subtlety just isn't your strong point."

Strago chuckled softly, and Edgar couldn't help but join in. Their combined laughter was infectious; Cyan found himself laughing as well. The stress and frustration that had been built up over the past weeks melted away. Their situation was a serious matter but compared to the dilemma they had faced just one week earlier, it was straightforward.

The laughter did something else too. All their recent arguments, differences and fights were now forgiven. Without addressing it, grudges that might have stood as a wedge between them disappeared. They forgave the curses, overlooked the injustices, and made sure any lasting resentment vanished.

The same goofy grin could be seen on each man's face. They were not mere associates, not just allies, but friends. Nothing would ever change that.