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Chapter Three

The Purge

She didn't know where she was except all the ground where she was standing was a lot of ruins and crystal like branches were coming from the ground. It looked haunting yet, beautiful at the same time as she glanced around herself.

Éclair had expected to still be in the room where she had met the young man, Vaan, but she didn't know if she was dreaming…

Then she saw something in the distance.

Someone was seating upon one of the ruins, their back turned to her. Even in the distance, Éclair could tell that it was woman and her eyes traced the woman's outfit. She was dressed in a black top with a blue sari upon her and a red Spear was on her lap, extending in the air as she hold it straight.

Éclair feel herself gasp and step forward, her hand extended feeling a name rising into her lips but before she could say anything the world started to darken around her eyes and feel something took hold of her throat.

Gasping she feel her feet leave the ground and feel a hand tightening around her throat, strangling her.

"Warrior Goddess," a voice said, "You will taste agony…"

Then she felt a sword stab her through her, and saw the blade came out in the front, a strong magic coming from it as blood dripped from within her…

Éclair suddenly seated up from the ground, gasping and clawing at her chest.

A dream, she thought, it was only a dream.

But it was so real…it felt so real and Éclair was sure she had felt the pain when the blade had pierced her body…she had felt the cold steel…

Calming herself down, Éclair glanced around.

Most of the people in the room where asleep, their soft snores the only noise in the room, causing the pinkette to glance out the small window the room had. The pink light of morning was starting to appear in the horizon.

It was only a dream, she reminded herself, you're safe…you're safe.

But the uneasiness she was feeling never went away.

The Colonel of the Sanctum Army was standing inside the Crystalis Chamber, her blue eyes observing where the crystalloid figure had being for the past five years. She knew that no one could have penetrated the facility without someone seeing them but…

This Crystalis was not something that anyone could carry without being noticed; she thought to herself, it took a machine to carry it down here…that's how heavy it was.

She glanced around the room and come across something white upon the ground and kneeled down to give it a better examination, picking it up realizing, it was a feather…most likely a bird feather.

How it got down all the way here, she thought examining it.

This room had no window, so it was impossible for any bird feather to get down here through that conclusion and the Colonel narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Colonel Farron?" a voice said.

The woman stood up, her pink hair waving slightly as she turned toward the man behind her.

"Yes?"

"The security data you have asked for," the man said giving her the tablet in his hand.

She took it.

"Has anyone seen it?"

"No, Ma'am," he said.

"Very well," Colonel Farron said giving him a nod, "You're dismissed soldier."

The man did the salute before walking away.

She taped upon the tablet and rewinds the video to the one she needed and come to a stop when seeing the Crystalis in the middle of the room the camera doing a normal sweep of the room. She checked the time before playing it.

She stood there looking at it and was surprised to see a robed man appeared in the video and since the hood was up, there were no way to identify him. The man raised his hand toward the Crystalis and to her surprise, the crystal statue responded to his touch as a glow started to appear around it and it blinded the camera.

Was this magic? She thought to herself, but…I thought that magic was a…curse from Pulse? Could this man be from Pulse?

Before the Colonel could think of this any farther, the image had returned and the Crystalis and the strange robed man were gone and on the floor, the very one she was standing on right now a woman dressed in silver armor lied there.

The Colonel couldn't believe what she was seeing. She pause the video and used the tablet's device to zoom in the person's face but it had been too dark in the room to make her get a proper look but she found out, though the irony was strange, that the woman had the same hair color as her.

Pink hair.

Could this woman have been the Crystalis? She thought to herself, but, this was supposed to be fairy tales…a child's story…a fantasy.

Colonel Farron spun around from where she stood and headed out of the room, finding one of the guards of the facility.

"What happened to the woman that was seen here the previous night?" she asked.

"She was captured ma'am," the guard said.

"I know that," Colonel Farron snapped, "But where was she send?"

"I think she was sent to the purge prisoners," the guard said, "Other than that, I really don't know."

The Colonel narrows her eyes.

"Whose order was that?"

"Sergeant Rygdea had decided so ma'am," the guard said.

"Rygdea just cost himself his career with that decision," she said, "but, I want this to be send to the Primarch himself, got it, this is a matter of the safety of Cocoon."

"Yes, Ma'am," the guard said taking the data from her hands.

As the soldier headed off to complete the task, Colonel Farron headed the opposite direction. If that woman that was in the video is truly with the prisoner to be purged, than there is a chance that she will be killed after all, but she can't allow that.

If this woman was a crystal before…then, why would the man change her back now? What could Pulse be planning against Cocoon?

None of the possibilities pleased the Colonel well.

"Kept your lines," a masked soldier was saying, "We can all get through this a lot faster."

The lines of people were all guarded by numerous soldiers, and they had all their weapons aiming at them. Éclair saw that the people got through a room and come out on the other side, in a traditional robe which had the sleeves joined, keeping their hands together. She didn't have good feeling about this at all.

Glancing toward where the soldiers were, she noticed that they were getting their weapons ready and walking toward an airship that was landed a little way away from the train station. It was this morning that they had come for them, pulling them into airships so that they could drop them off here, for what reason, they have no idea.

Suddenly they were some short screams and sound of running feet drawing the rosette's attention. They were two people running away, a man and a woman and a young child was held back by a soldier yelling and screaming after them.

"Daddy, Mommy," the young girl screamed.

The couple didn't even look back as another group of soldiers opened fire at them, the bullets taking them down as they collapsed on the ground dead. They were murmurs of shock seeing the murders taking place right in front of them as the child fought to get out of the soldier's hand.

"MOMMY, DADDY," she screamed, tears running down her face.

"Stay in your lines," the soldier that was leading the event say, "This is for your own safety."

Éclair feels her hands tighten in anger.

"This is murder," she heard Vaan said beside her, "Cold blooded murder."

The soldier who was holding the child threw her back against the line of people, making her fall on the ground and a woman who was beside it, picked the crying child into her arms while glaring at the soldier hatefully.

"Don't these people have any heart," Éclair whispered, looking at the small girl, "murdering the girl's family right in front of her eyes."

"Never thought the Sanctum will be this cruel," Vaan told her, and Éclair can hear the shock in his voice, "They are treating people like this."

"There sure aren't treating as such," Éclair told him as she was approached forward.

A few minutes later, she was wearing similar robes, with the hood up which was shadowing her face and step inside the train. The two rows of chairs were facing each other with the lights shining upon with the small window behind the robed people. Éclair walked in the middle of the rows, her eyes looking around at the people who seemed feeling afraid and can hear their hushed conversations and she can also hear the fear in their voices.

She couldn't blame them for it.

"Take your seat," the soldier behind her said, pushing her down against an empty seat.

Éclair glared at him, but she did as she was told staying seated upon the chair, letting out a soft sigh. It was then she became aware of a new sound, making her look to the person beside her. The robed figure beside was lot smaller than her and Éclair realized that it must have been the child from earlier, the one that had seen her parent murdered right in front of her.

She looked at the young child, hearing her soft sniffs and it thug on her heartstring seeing her in such pain, but what can she do or say? What could she say to a child that had seen her parents killed?

She turned her attention toward the ground, her hands clenching underneath the robes cloth.

She stayed like this for a while, as more people was brought into the train she was on and in a few minutes, a soldier stepped into the train and closed the door behind him and spoke in his radio.

"We are ready to go," he said, "You can take off toward the Edge. We have three ships heading that way."

Éclair frowned slightly at the soldier as he walked off, heading the other way. She didn't like where the conversation had gone. It made her question why more soldiers will be waiting for them at the Edge, wherever that was. Then the train started to move, slowly at first and then took up speed, heading into the unknown.

With the train gone, the S.A. soldiers were all ready to go into their craft when a velocycle pulled up beside them, drawing their attention. It was a man, dressed similar to their outfits.

"Hey, why are you here?" a soldier asked the man, "Did something happen?"

The rider got off his bike and pulled his guns and opened fire upon them. Taken by surprise a lot of them had fallen from the bullets and some dived out of the way but the man didn't give them any chance taking them all out with his weapon before running out of bullets.

He walked toward them searching the surrounding for any more soldiers before turning his head toward the arriving people in the car.

"You killed them all?" a dark haired girl asked looking around at the dead soldiers on the ground.

"Can't have them go raising the alarm now do we?" the masked man told her.

"Let's get this over with," another guy said.

He was dressed in formal clothes with the two glowing lines on his shoulder pad, with his blond hair dancing slightly as he moves. His blue eyes looked up at the ship that was still there.

"Let's go," he said, "We need to catch up with that train before they got to the Edge."

"Yeah," the soldier said, removing his helmet, showing his short dark hair with a smirk on his face, "Let's go save your brother."

The group made their way into the large ship as the blonde man put a hand against his ear.

"Alright, Paine, phase one is completed," he said, "It's up to you now."

"I'll do my best," a voice said in the radio.

The blond man then walked up the ramp of the ship and entered it. Second later, the ship was taking off into the sky and taking off into the direction of the Hanging Edge.

Well, something is going down soon.

What could be these mysterious individuals be planning? Find out in the next chapter when it's updated K :D

Jacques0 out.

R&R.