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Morning had come to the newly occupied fairgrounds. The light touched upon the twelve little wagons that seemed to have designs that came out of a gypsy story. Carved out of oak and painted in different, yet colorful manners, the sunlight made the wagons seem almost welcoming. A few birds flitted by and one landed on the back of one of the many wagons. It was a neutral oak color, done in waterproof finish and carved with the utmost care. The door had odd little designs upon it and the wagon frame its self had roses carved into it. The bird shuddered it’s wings and started to preen itself when the door flew open and there in the doo

Yet another restless morning. Kefka had woken up well before dawn, and once again he wandered his empire. His mind was constantly moving, between then and now, here and there, the past, the present, the future. He would not let anyone stop him, not this time, this time things would go the way he wanted them to be done. He had started to build a small army, outlanders, but in time they would learn servitude or he would simply kill them, hell, he would kill them in the end anyway, just because that was what /had/ to happen. A fleeting smile passed his lips and he walked up the long, twisting, almost mocking staircase that would lead to his