Final Fantasy XV: The Potential Tale
All around me, there is ash. Ash from the plants that power this empire, and ash from the prisons, where they kill all who disobey them. The city itself rises high into the sky, touching the bottom of the commonly called Smogosphere that now encompasses this world. I see prisoners marching glumly by, held in chains of carbon fiber and rock. They look at me with accusing eyes, but I just stare blankly ahead. I have to, if I want to keep control of my own head. The slave crown that they force me to wear whispers quietly into my head the commands of the unit leader.
"E-013, Pick up the pace!" he shouts. In response, I walk slightly faster. We are headed to the Machinehouse, possibly the saddest building in the capitol of this decaying empire. As we arrive, I am placed in chains of diamond, and not for show. Diamond is the only thing that I cannot burn my way through.
I review all I know in my mind, on the long elevator ride up to the emperor's thrown room, the only place in the city that reaches above the mile-thick smogosphere. It's the year 2764. The Black Empire has taken over most of the world, bring with it false promises of hope and prosperity. The empire was experimenting with a mysterious locked door that they found in an abandoned mine 17 years ago when it opened.
That door brought back something which had been forbidden for thousands of yearsmagic. At first, everything was fine. The people who developed magical abilities used them to help humans, and even the few Espers who came through the door
but that period of peace ended quickly.
The Empire, once they had gathered up new strength, and knowledge of magic, quickly took all the Espers and magic users away. They locked them up in cages, calling even the human magic users less than human. Then
they started to experiment with the Espers, seeing just how much power they could drain from them.
As time went on, the Empire discovered new, and very dangerous, weapons of the combined energies of both science and magic. They used those weapons to conquer more and more land, until the only places that were free were the villages under the protection of a group of rebels.
These rebels are the last group of people, as far as I know, that still possess the strength, and bravery, left to fight against the Empire. But even their valiant effort is slowing down, and that
that's because I am the Empire's slave. E-013. "The stone-faced slayer of fire"
The Shadowed one.
We reach the top. The slave crown cannot work at this altitude, which is why they have the diamond chains around my wrists. After a long period of silence, the guards by the door pull back their steel halberds. The unit leader enters proudly, but I do not move until I am kicked in by his two minions.
I manage to catch myself on my hands, but a solid boot smashes my head to the ground. It's not enough force to make me bleed, but I can feel my consciousness slipping away.