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City Noise Chapter I

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Published: Jan 11, 2010

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It's another crowded dance floor
Another empty glass, another sip alone
It's no alibi, another splendid Lie,
It' the bruises that you can't show.

It's another lonely sunset,
Another starlit sky another
Another miss inside,
It's the final kiss from a lovers fist
It's the reason why you can't cry.

---City Noise, Scarling

Chapter I
Change, change, change

The Morning light shone through into the room lighting plush carpets and incredibly drapery, crown molding made of gold glistened on the wall and it all seemed to be so lavish for the room especially for a child's room.  The center of the room was a large bed, the kind that someone of his small size would get lost in, the bottom of it was covered in pillows all for decorative purposes and stuffed animals of Chocobos and other animals that could be used for either genders, and in the center of bed wrapped in sheets of silk and a down comforter with the royal seal in one corner were two boys, one much older than the other but the younger boy was cradled in his arms , their hair matching shades of darkness a pale white, angelic face on the younger child his cheeks soft and pinch-able but the other boy who seemed to be a teenager had longer hair and his face seemed almost hardened by the world around him.  It was hard to believe in this serenity, the sound of birds chirping, the soft breathing of the two in the bed was brought about by shear chaos.  The brothers had spent the night before fighting with each other and in their argument a most precious toy had been stolen, and no one could deny that it had made the teenager seem very childish.  But in his attempts to stop the younger boy from crying hysterically they two of them had found themselves falling asleep.  Vayne opened his eyes softly with the chirping of the birds and looked around.  Then he gazed down at the sleeping boy in the bed and, smiled ruffling the almost feather soft hair on the boys head.  'Larsa…'

It's a shame….that it was all destroyed.

No matter what one thinks the world can never stay at peace for ever, the world will always move in and endless waltz of war, peace, and revolution and how long remains for peace time can only be determined by what people want. Larsa Solidor planned to keep the peace for as long as he could in both his territories and those of neighboring countries, the loss of life caused by all of his family, his father included, was something he felt he needed to repent for he was seventeen now and the emperor of Archadia. The country was no longer at odds with it's neighbors, and the military was in good standings.  It would seem that the senate and the young lordling had everything under control on the surface.  But of course that's never the way it is, no matter how focused concentration can waver even if only ever so slightly.
"You seem tired Lord Larsa." Basch said from his standing position in the doorway "Even someone of your age needs rest every now and then." He said with a slight smile on his scarred face
"There's an endless mound of paperwork that needs to be taken care of though." He sighed softly the young boy that had once fought his own brother for the sake of peace was now somewhat tired though in aged terms the only thing that seemed to change was that he had gotten taller. He allowed his eyes to drift closed for just a moment and then, SLAM, the door to his chamber flew open and a rather defeated looking messenger burst in. "LORD LARSA!!" He cried Basch flew to the mans side and Larsa rushed around the table he was sitting at knocking over his chair in the process. "What is it?" Said the young lord gently grabbing the messengers hand.
"It's impossible, there's an entire army marching towards the city, they came from old archades!" He said weakly. The young emperor looked at his guardian in horror and ran to the window. 'This cannot be true! our relationship with all the other territories doesn't show signs of any form of rebellion!" He thought to himself, but the young emperors heart sank to his feet as he watched from the window an army of 'soldiers' their faces covered in dark hoods all following the lead of a man in a dark cloak that seemed to be made of the very night itself.

Everything seemed to blur for the young ruler of the great empire and he soon found himself standing in the central throne room of the castle staring down this cloaked man and his army. The judges and soldiers stationed in the castle gathered around him, even Basch's protection didn't seem enough to calm the uneasiness that was filling the dark haired teens heart and the room went silent as the hooded man and the young emperor faced each other.
"Draw your sword, Murderer." The hooded man said and Larsa looked at him shocked. What was he referring to? "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Replied the young man in a gentle tone.
"You know very well for you are no better than me, slaying your own brother." A grin was visible from under the cloak as brown eyes widened in shock and the others in the room wore expressions of shock.
"Who are you?" Basch asked walking closer to stand just a few inches in front of his charge.
"A ghost, escaped from hell to reap my reward." The man smiled.  He motioned for his men to move and the armored soldiers were greeted by the opposing swords of Larsa's own men, Basch included and amidst the chaos Larsa found himself staring into a face that it seemed impossible for him to see again as the man pulled back his hood.

His brother.
Vayne, who had been dead for years stared into his eyes no older now than the day that Lady Ashe and her company had defeated him on Bahamut.

"So good to see you again, little brother." He said softly pulling his sword from it's sheath.
"LORD LARSA!" Basch's voice echoed in his head as he reached out and caught the sword his guard threw just in time to block Vayne's blow parrying and striking blows at the older man.  But something went wrong the next flash of his vision and feeling in his body was that he was being dangled above the floor, followed by a searing pain in his abdomen.
"L…R…SA…." Dim echoes of words the sound of his brother issuing orders and warm hands on his shoulders someone trying to shake him awake.

But Larsa Solidors world went black.

Basch felt the surge of anger as the small emperor refused to budge in his attempts to wake him.  It was the same mix of anger and fear that he felt the night that his brother killed the very person he was assigned to protect, but now he was facing someone who had been difficult to take down with an entire group of warriors at their disposal if this was in fact the real Vayne returned to life.
"My people." The dark haired man began gesturing towards the soldiers.  "The emperor who has ruled you is a false one, and now if you would have it, I will restore Archadia to it's greatness! We shall once again be known as the Archadian empire to all and conquer this world!"
"The People do not desire power and to be ruled by a despot, you are not wanted here," Basch spat and "Vayne" turned around to face the blonde man.
"You will find few who will contest me in this room good traitor." Spat the dark haired man.
A twitch, Larsa's hand moved though the glove had began to become tinted in red as the blood pooled around it and the boy groaned softly. "So he lives does he? Men," Began Vayne a devious look in his eyes.
"The young disgrace and his supporter are to be sent to Nalbina, I'll deal with them accordingly after the change is in order." He turned to the gaggle of cowering Archadian soldiers.  "Anyone who is against me is more than welcome to go with them."  He smiled.
"No Lord Vayne." They said simultaneously. "We are yours to command."

And everything that they had strived to build fell down.

>_> You wanna know where Delphine comes from? This is the start of it, I wanna see how people react so I'm going to upload this gradually, this is the first chapter, which means no Delphine just Larsa getting erm...served. >_>

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