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  The sun warming my skin slowly woke me up.  Sitting up and stretching, I realized that I was surrounded by eight Fasticolan-F corpses.  This puzzled me.  Upon close inspection of the closest corpse, I found that they had been shot.  The bullet was imbedded deep withing its eye socket, the quickest way to kill a Fasticolan-F.  It was from a smaller gun, perhaps a handgun.  By my guess, I figured it to be a handgun called the Raven.  Ravens were intricately made, and were jetblack in color, giving them their name. 
    I dropped the bullet into the sand, and covered it up.  Brushing off the sand from my body, I stood up. I picked up the Unicorn and stashed it into my duffel bag.  Once my duffel bag was safe in my hands, I continued my journey to Balamb Garden.  Keeping my eyes on my destination, I constantly mulled over the question of who had shot the Fasticolan-F's.
    Upon reaching the Garden, I was passed by a large froup of boys and girls in what appeared to be their cadet uniforms.  They were followed by a young woman dressed in pink.  Her hair was long, and pulled back with two tendrils of hair left out in front, framing her delicate face.  She carried a whip at her side, and she walked with an air of confidence.  I instantly liked her for her show of confidence.
    Turning toward the entrance of the large grandeur of a building,  I barely missed bumping into two males dressed in an immaculate uniform.  Bowing my head and staring at the ground, I gave them a muffled apology, "Sorry, sirs."  They paid me no attention, and I hurried on my way, having figured them to be SeeDs.  I didn't look up again till a brunette tapped my shoulder. 
    I turned to face her.  Her hair was shorter than shoulder length, and the ends were curled outwards, away from her face.  She was dressed in a short yellow dress, and held Nunchakus in her left hand.
   "HI! I'm Selphie Tilmitt!  You must be new around here.  I can take you to see headmaster Cid!" She was overly enthusiastic, almost making me cringe.
    "Thanks, that would be great," I whispered, secretly wishing that the person in charge of this huge school had been a headmistress instead of a headmaster.
    "Come on! If we get up there now, we could squeeze you in for a meeting with Cid!"  Selphie literally dragged me by the arm into the Garden.
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