"Are we there yet," a young man mused placing his gloved hands on his hips. He had shaggy grayish-brown hair that was tied back with a blue bandana. The sleeves of his blue vest were rolled all the way up to his shoulders exposing his white tank top as his blue jeans were tucked into his shin high brown boots as his daggers sat on his hips.

"Locke" a younger woman said behind him rolling her green eyes; they matched her ponytail. She wore a red spaghetti strap shirt with armaments on the shoulders. It was followed by a sword belt and matching skirt with white swirl tights and red spiked boots.

The man leading the group had to laugh letting his deep voice roll. "No my boy, not yet" He seemed the oldest of the group; being the tallest and had the most broad of shoulders. He was dressed in a tight black shirt and blue pants. Over the shirt he wore deep blue armor lined gold that had a collar that came to his chin with a unique triangle design; his gauntlets matched. Around his waist he wore a sword belt with a gold emblem in the middle and his blue cape flowed around his shoulders a back only to be accented by his magnificently long golden blond hair which was tied back in two blue bows

Locke smiled. "See TerraEdgar needs a little humor every so often."

"Yeahnot from you though" Edgar said slowing letting the two catch up. The merry group was headed over Mt. Knolts on their way to see the leader of the Returners. Banon.

"Locke," Edgar asked quietly the group reached close to the summit.

"Yeah?"

"Is that guy still following us?"

Locked only nodded as they kept walking. They were about to enter the final cave to the exit but were suddenly stopped by a man sitting on the shelf above, letting his feet dangle.

"Sabin sent you right," the man asked hopping down. Had long silver colored hair that he kept in a high ponytail. His white pants were tucked into his boots and tied off with a silver sash. He wore no shirt revealing his muscular build.

"Who're you," Locke immediately asked after the group had taken a step back to give the man room.

"The one and only martial arts master, Vargas" he responded.

But Edgar didn't hear their conversation; he seemed bent on one thought. Sabinis he here?

"You were the one shadowing us earlier, weren't you," Locke continued.

Vargas laughed. "Brilliant! But how unlucky it is for you to run into me" Vargas suddenly threw a right hook at Edgar, but he instantly put his arm up to block it causing him to snap out of his meditation.

"Not bad," Vargas said as he kicked the king out of the way back into his friends.

"Out of our way," Edgar yelled not wanting to put up with this at the moment; it had been a long day of hiking, he already ran from his castle after being attacked by Kefka and knowing that his brother could be so close. Greatjust greatit never ends does it?

"No."

"Fine," Edgar said pulling his blade as Locke and Terra followed suit.

"Three against one seems a little off sided doesn't it," Vargas laughed.

"Edgar," Locke whispered.

"What?"

"I could have sworn two people were following us"

"Oh wellwe don't have time for that. Lets get rid of him."

Locke nodded and became the first to attack. He ran out and slashed Vargas across his chest and followed through. But Vargas caught the follow through and sent Locke faltering backwards with a single punch.

"Damndon't take him so lightly" Locke said as Edgar helped him up. Vargas came pouncing after the two of them, but he was suddenly sent flying back by a rush of red flames.

Edgar turned, "thanks Terra." She nodded to him, but to everyone's surprise, that didn't stop Vargas. Edgar pulled his crossbow from his back and shot two high speed arrows into the charging man's arm. But still, Vargas came running and Edgar pulled his blade. When Vargas was close enough Edgar side stepped and back-handedly slashed Vargas's back open. He followed it with a kick to knock Vargas off balance.

He laughed. "Try this then!" Vargas's hands began to glow as he lifted them upwards and a whole wind gale hit the group of three, sending them to the ground.

"Ow" Edgar mumbled holding his head as Vargas approached.

"Enough," the bleeding man yelled. "Off with ya now!"

"Give it up, Vargas," a man's deep voice yelled from a ledge even higher up. Locke and Edgar exchanged looks with each other as they stood.

"The other guy that was following," Locke asked. Edgar only shrugged.

Meanwhile, Vargas turned abruptly to see the intrusion. Up on the ledge was a man's shadow, kneeling, watching the whole battle. He stood, jumped and flipped down in front of Locke, Edgar and Terra on one knee. He stood menacingly. From the back, he looked to be a little taller than Edgar; making him roughly six foot one or two. His broad, muscular shoulders were pressed back under a tight green tank top. He wore a pair of loose khaki pants that he tucked into his boots and used a green sash to tie it at the waist as a blade sat horizontally right above that. On his hands he wore fighters gloves. He also had a strawberry blond pony tail tied back with a piece of red leather and he seemed to have shaggy bangs hanging around the front of his face.

The fallen group used their chance to get up and get out of the way. And then it hit Edgar when he saw this man from the front

"Sabin" Vargas seethed through his teeth.

SAB!! It really is you then! He looks so much older Edgar's mind screamed, but he stood frozen staring at Sabin alone. Locke wondered what was going on.

"Vargaswhy'd you do it? How could you do your own father in like that," Sabin asked pleadingly.

"Fool! He made the mistake of choosing you as his successor!

He snubbed me, his only sonfor you," Vargas screamed.

Sabin laughed coldly, "that's not true! I have neverhad, heh, use for succession" His deep blue eyes quickly glanced at Edgar, then he continued. "You, Vargas, were the one he chose. He admired your spirit."

"Enough of your pathetic lies," Vargas yelled as he rushed Sabin. Edgar had a sudden urge to help, and even began to move, but Locke grabbed Edgar's arm.

"I don't want to kill you Vargas," Sabin said backing up into position.

"Then I will, you!"

The two attacked and fought wholeheartedly. It amazed Edgar how well Sabin could hold his ground, but then again, Sabin always was a smart fighter and he seemed to have incredible skill now. The martial artists beat each other into a bloody pulp until finally, Sabin was knocked down to one knee.

Vargas approached Sabin slowly and stood over him. "Fate made us train together, and fate will bring you to your doom."

Vargas raised his hands as Edgar yelled, "NO!!" Locke still held him back, but Vargas paid him no heed and began to bring his energies together.

"Fate didn't do a damn thing Vargas," Sabin said with a mischievous grin that caught Vargas's attention. "It was all chance." Suddenly, Sabin jumped landing an uppercut right into his chin and while in the air, he kicked his left leg around into Vargas's waist slamming him into the ground, knocking him out. Sabin quickly stood and checked Vargas. He then shrugged and kicked his body over the ledge down to a small shelf twenty feet below.

He stood staring down heaving until he heard Edgar yell, "Sabin!!"

Sabin immediately turned and gave his infamous two hundred watt smile, "Eddy!" The two brothers ran to each other and embraced for the first time in ten years.