Cecil stood at the door, hand on the hilt of his sword.  Tucker had
told him to sleep, but how could he?  There was something about Setzer's
immediate acceptance of their story that unnerved him.
	True, they spoke truth, but Setzer remembered vividly some twisted
story of them attacking him.  Cecil knew that what one holds as belief is not
so easily shattered...

		"But my Liege, King of Baron, why must we attack the
	Mysidians?"
		"Cecil, they are a threat.  The crystal should not be in
	their hands."

	He had accepted this feeble argument on his beliefs that the King WAS
just, only to be proven wrong.  He had an idea of what was going through
Setzer's mind.
	Oddly, though, he also KNEW that there was something truly evil
approaching.
	He broke from his memories.
	He had felt it before, right before Setzer bolted, but had shrugged it
off then.  Was it that beast... or...
	"Tucker!  Watch Setzer, make sure he remains safe.  I know where it's
coming from!"
	Cecil bolted from the door, dashing through the nighttime onlookers in
the city.  He WAS out of shape, but he pushed through the lactic-acid-induced
pain.  He knew that if he didn't reach the outskirts of the city before IT
did, lactic acid wouldn't be the only pain he and his friends would feel.
There it was...
	Cecil yelled with rage as he came upon the creature... it had a
different form, but... THE ESSENCE was the same.