Lonesome...

Sting would be wandering around the Pale Forest, all alone, yet somehow accompanied by the spirit within him, Meo.

"I wish I could master all of your father's sword magics..." he would say to her.

"It is alright" Meo responded "You will need to be of a high level to master such things, anyway... Just... Don't worry about it."

Sting sighed, sitting down on the ground and pondering how he could get stronger... And fast.

From the depths of the forest, there was a light laugh. "Hmhmhmhmhmhm..."

It seemed to echo throughout the forest.

"If that's all you seek, then I can surely be of some assistance to you, dear boy..."

Out of the forest, there was a medium sized figure, wearing an odd sort of mage attire. He has white sleeves, with a violet guard around his shoulders. He has a white robe that he wears on the back of his legs that extend to his ankles. The robe is held up by four straps that act as a codpiece. His pants are a deeper purple than his shoulder guards and his shoes are black with golden buckles. He was Kuja.



His eyes shone their light-blue hue, sparkling deviously from the distance, making his way closer "It doesn't seem like such magics are difficult at all, you see... And if you want some help, I will comply."

Sting was a bit startled by this man, but was overall listening to the words coming from his mouth. "You... Heard what I said? And you say you can help?"

"You would have to be a powerful magic user to do that, you know..." Meo would say.

Kuja chuckled heartily to himself, amazed at the stupidity of this boy.

"Why, of COURSE I can help! Why would I say it if I did not mean it, dear boy? And obviously, I am quite the powerful mage. My magic surely exceeds all who may be on this planet at the current time. Hmhmhmhm..."

Kuja flipped his hair, smiling devilishly at Sting with narrowed eyes. "All you have to do to achieve such an awesome magic is... To sign this contract." A contract would manifest itself in Kuja's hands, then unfurl in front of Sting. "Sign your name there, and the magic is yours..."

Sting, who was merely trying to achieve such a power extremely quick, did not read the contract and signed it haphazardly. Once Sting had written his full name down on the paper, he felt something odd coming over him...

Sting was forced into changing into his weapon form, most definitely against his own will. He could not change back, either. It was all because of the contract...

Meo's soul would also be forcefully ejected from Sting's body, flowing into the air and near Kuja, as it seems the contract had also referred to her, as well.

Kuja laughed out maniacally, grasping the soul in front of him and locking it in a sort of containment barrier and warping it 'elsewhere,' as he picked up the drill rapier in front of him.

"Hahahahahaha... Perhaps you should have read the fine print, hm? Ah, oh well. It is surely the fate of a fool."

Now, not only did Sting NOT have all of the Sword Magics... But he was also Kuja's own weapon. And Meo was his captive soul meant to guide him around the land of Vescrutia, since the contract kept Sting from speaking, and held Meo as a prisoner, unless broken out.

"What a wonderful day it is today... And now, the opening act has started.. Onward, for once the opening act is finished... My play can truly commence." Kuja would say, walking off into the unknown of whence he came.