Edgar stood staring at the map of his kingdom.  Since the death of Kefka
he had taken several cities under the protection of Figaro.  The small
communities of West Mobliz and New Zozo had needed the protection of a
strong army, and only the Chocobo Legions of the Figaro Empire could
provide it.

At first Edgar had been reluctant to take the title of Empire for his
nation, but his trusty court alchemist had advised it.  L'sith had proven
valuable beyond belief, from his new Chocobo breeding program to his
special sleeping elixirs.

It had been hard for Edgar to sleep following the death of Kefka.  He was
haunted be images of his father questioning his every move, judging him,
challenging him.  But L'sith cured that.

The Air Force of Figaro was growing.  The recessive Black Chocobo gene
had been reintroduced into one flock, and soon they would be ready to
take to the sky.  The infantry was the best equipped in the world, with
state of the art crossbows and biological weapons.

It had been L'sith's idea to strengthen the military, and Edgar saw its
value.  With the death of Kefka and the end of the Empire, there would be
a need for strength, a guiding hand for the world.

Edgar intended to fill that role.  And so his Figaro Protectionists
marched towards the city of Jidoor, hoping to make it safer for everyone.
And Edgar himself stayed in the castle, designing L'sith's great
invention.  Soon, with the refinements under way, Figaro would have its
own Light of Judgment.

L'sith entered Edgar's chambers.  "Are the designs for the weapon
complete, your majesty?"

"Almost, L'sith.  I have finished the fundamental layout, but the more
complicated inner workings are not yet done."  L'sith walked to Edgar's
side and looked down.

"I have a new potion, your majesty.  Drink it, and the dreams will be
gone forever."

Edgar took the potion and drank it.  And then all began to fall apart.