"Enter." Vent commanded. When he saw Yamata he scowled. "What do you need that would make you interupt our meeting?"
"We actually just learned of that ourselves, and we're here to help."
Richand and Siana quickly explained each of the four commanders to Oric.
"So, if we can find any of them, capturing them is of the utmost importance."
Has it really been fifteen years since I was last here? Fifteen years... since I called this home? Seth was walking around Peace City. He had reached the former Destry capital a few minutes ago. He was going to inform the city guards that soon reinforcements would arrive and he would tell them that the Shadows would likely attack the city, but first he wanted to see. He wanted to see what exactly had changed in the years he'd been gone. The most obvious change was the lack of Valentine. During his reign, the streets were lined with statues of him. Now they were all torn down. Valentine Manor still stood at the city's center, as the capital building. But it had been remodled and renamed to Free Manor. Seth then took a turn down a street, to a sight that made him stop in his tracks. His mansion, his former home, it was overrun. When Seth never returned to it the mansion seemed to have been abandoned. Plants were growing all over it. Seth walked up and opened his door. The sight made him sigh, depressed at how it looked. Things were broken, many things were missing. Apparently his home had been looted and left abandoned. Seth walked the familiar halls, as if he had never seen them before. Finally he came to the room he was looking for, his study. Seth opened the door and gasped, it was pratically untouched. His study was lined with books on various subjects, most were invaluable pieces of history. Many were the only copy left. The only things missing from the room seemed to be the elegant paintings and statues. The fools left the most precious thing alone. Seth thought with a smile. He walked up and grabbed a black book off the shelf. It was very thick with gold writing on it in an extinct language. Seth ran his hand over it, remembering the day he got it.
"Here. I'm sure you'll find it a good read." Seth was handed a book by a tall man in priest robes, his eyes twinkling with power. Seth looked over the book in wonder. "The Tome of Shadows. I thought all the copies were burned centeries ago. How did you get a copy of it my friend?"
"Saved it. Because like you, I find knowledge to be timeless. Go ahead. You may keep it."
"Really? But isn't this one of your rarest books?"
"I have no need of it. Besides, I find helping a friend to be a little better. Its not often to make one when centuries pass as days."
Seth stared at the book for a long time. How I miss your company my friend, Sekhmet.
Caedus finally approached Peace City. His horse panted with weariness. Caedus dismounted his horse and walked upon the streets of the city. He glanced at the nearby homes that had been recently vacated due to the Shadow's increased activity lately... Homes that had fled to Conud and Drosin. Caedus grimaced as he passed house after house of vacated persons. He then remembered a quote... Taken directly from Storm Valentine during the Destrian Conflict.
What better way to defeat an enemy than to make them one of your own? If you can make them see through your eyes,and see faults in their own objectives, and then feed on it enough to make them turn against there beleifs, what greater victory can be had? That is how you rule. Fear keeps the order while you slowly convert the populous.
Caedus, while he knew Valentine's motives were bizzare and Valentine himself was thought to be insane, he realized the man did have a point.
The entire Destrian Conflict itself was built upon the foundation of fear... he thought to himself. And now with the Shadows coming into play... This once thriving city is now barren... Built once again upon the foundation of fear... That man... Maybe he was insane... But maybe he was also a genius...
Caedus frowned and his eyes flickered slightly as he reflected himself and his own political career. True he was respected... but he was also feared. What if the respect he thought he had, what if even that was just fear...
Caedus felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and a voice crawled out inside his head and hissed coldly like venom in his mind.
He was right... Fear keeps the lesser populous in control while you manipulate the heirarchy as you wish... You only need to know what strings to pull and embrace the power within you to pull them...
Caedus cracked his neck as his own confident conscious replied, I am well respected and I earn my position because people know I can get things done! People know that if they ask me to do something, I will get it done, even if they cant do it themselves. When I come up with ideas, people support them because they know I'm right! They do it because-
The voice interrupted, They do it because they are scared to think any differently.
Ugh... shut up.
Caedus shook the voice off and continued walking down the street. He came upon the Capitol building of New Salfir, Free Manor. He glanced the building over and saw there was no collateral damage. He walked in and without a word to the few remaining New Salfirians there, he walked to the top room of the Manor, and took a seat in the cheif's chair. As soon as he sat down he felt a cold rush of dark power from deep within the Manor. He knew what it was from. He had read all the books.
This used to be Valentine Manor... This used to be Valentine's office... and the seat Caedus now occupied had been the seat in which Valentine orchestrated the Destrian Conflict...
Seth was walking through the halls of Free Manor, vividly remembering how they were during Valentines rule. Filled with portraits of himself and servents, either terrorfied or honored to serve the evil dictator. Seth himself had walked the halls with a feeling of honor. Though it was all for the sake of a great peace, Seth had taken pride in being one of the most feared on the planet. Though currently the idea disgusts him. As he walked into the main office he was surprised to see a child in the chair. He was expecting the mayor of the city but instead was a child with regal appearance and clothes, as well as a commanding presence. "Ah, so you are the youth I'ved heard so much about. Caedus I believe?"
Yamata entered the room. "Survivors found on field." He looked at Nogeth. "Sorry for intrusion."
Vent glared at him. "That is why you interupted us? Survivors? Did you at least kill them?"