Everyone's sitting around a table playing cards, when Relm walks out of her room, ''I can't sleep, can some body tell me a story? Shadow can you tell me a story?

Shadow, ''You take my dog and now your asking me to tell you a story?''

Relm, ''But I can't get to bed, please Shadow??''

Shadow takes one look at her then to Interceptor who's right on her heals, ''Fine I'll tell you a story, come on go back to your room.''

After a few minutes Shadow sits down next to her bed and, ''Once upon a time..........................''

Edgar's new Clothes (The Emperor's New Clothes) ((((No good can come from this))))

Many years ago there was a King named Edgar who was so excessively fond of new clothes that he spent all the money in North and South Figaro on them. He cared nothing about his soldiers or for the Opera, or for the Chocobo races, except for the sake of showing off his new clothes. He had a costume for every hour in the day. In stead of saying as one does about any other King or Emperor, ''He is in his council chamber, ''The people in Figaro always said, ''Edgar is in his dressing room.''

Life was very good in Figaro. Many strangers came from Narsh and other places to visit, and among them one day were two swindlers, one by the name of Locke and one Setzer. They gave themselves out as weavers and said that they knew how to weave the most beautiful fabrics imaginable. Not only were the colors and patterns unusually fine, but the clothes that were made of this cloth had a particular quality of becoming invisible to every person who was not fit for the office he held, or who was impossibly dull.

''Those must be splendid clothes,'' thought Edgar. ''By wearing them I should be able to discover which men in my kingdom are unfitted for their posts. I shell be able to tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must order some of that to be woven for me.''

Edgar paid Locke and Setzer a lot of money in advance, so that they might begin their work at once.

They did put up two looms and pretended to weave, but they had nothing upon their shuttles. At the outset they asked for a quantity of the finest silk and the purest gold thread, all of witch they put into their own bags while they worked away at the empty looms far into the night.

''I should like to know how those weavers are getting on with their cloth,'' Edgar thought but he felt a little strange when he reflected that anyone who was stupid or unfit for there post would not be able to see it. He certainly thought that he need have no fears for himself. Still he would send someone else first to see how the work was getting on. Everybody in Figaro knew what wonderful power the fabrics possessed, and everyone was anxious to see how stupid his neighbor was.

''I will send my bravest knight Cyan to the weavers,'' thought Edgar. ''He will be best able to see how the fabrics look, for he is a clever man and no one fulfills his duties better then he does!''

So the brave knight Cyan went into the room where the two swindlers sat at the empty looms.

''Heaven help us,'' Cyan thought, opening his eyes very wide. ''Why I can't see a thing!'' But he took care not to say so.

Setzer begged him to be good enough to step a little nearer, and Locke asked if he did not think it a good pattern and beautiful coloring, and he pointed to the empty loom. But Cyan could not see a thing, for of course there was nothing to see.

''Good heavens!'' Cyan thought. ''Is it possible that I am a fool? I have never thought so, and nobody must know it. Am I not fit for my post? I will never do to say that I cannot see the clothes.''

''Well, Sir, you don't say anything about the clothes,'' Setzer said as he was pretending to weave.

''Oh, it is beautiful! Quite Charming,'' Said the knight. ''Such a pattern and such colors! I will certainly tell the King that it pleases me very much.

''We are delighted to hear you say so,'' said Locke, and then he named all the colors and described the particular pattern. Cyan paid close attention to what he said, so as to be able to repeat it when he returned to the King.

Then the swindlers went on to demand more money, more silk, and more gold, to be able to proceed with the weaving. They put it all into their own pockets. Not a single strand was ever put into the loom. But they went on as before, pretending to weave at the empty looms.

Edgar soon sent another faithful official to see how it was coming along and if it would soon be ready. The same thing happened to Celes as to Cyan. She looked and looked, but as there was only the empty loom, she could see nothing at all.

''Is not this a beautiful piece of fabric?'' said both Setzer and Locke, showing and explaining the beautiful pattern and colors which were not there to be seen.

''I know I am no fool,'' Celes thought, ''So it must be that I am unfit for my good post. It is very strange, but I must not let on.'' So she praised the clothes and the originality of the design. ''It is absolutely charming!'' She said to Edgar.

Everybody in Figaro was now talking about the splendid clothes, and so Edgar thought he would like to see them while still on the loom. So, accompanied by a number of selected officials, among whom were Cyan, and Celes who had already seen the imaginary clothes, he went to visit the crafty impostors. They were working away as hard as they could at the empty loom.

''It is magnificent!'' Said Cyan. ''Only see, Your Majesty, what a design! What colors!'' And Celes pointed to the empty loom. For they each thought the other could see it.

''What!'' thought Edgar. ''I see nothing at all. This is terrible! Am I a fool? Am I not fit to be King? Why, nothing worse could happen to me!

''Oh, it is beautiful,'' Said Edgar. ''It has my highest approval.'' He nodded his satisfaction as he gazed at the empty loom. Nothing would induce him to say that he could not see anything.

The hole suite gazed and gazed, but saw nothing more then all the others. However, they all exclaimed with Edger, ''It is very beautiful!'' They advised him to wear this wonderful new clothes on the occasion of the great procession which was just about to take place.

Locke and Setzer sat up the whole night the day before the procession was to take place. They burned sixteen candles, so that people might see how anxious they were to get Edgar's new clothes ready. They pretended to take them off the loom, and cut them with scissors, and then stitched away with needles without any thread in them.

At last they said, ''Now Edgar's new clothes are ready.''

Edgar, with his grandest courtiers, went to them himself. Both Setzer and Locke raised one arm in the air, as if they were holding something. They said, ''See these are the trousers. This is the coat. Here is the mantle,'' and so on. ''They are as light as a spiders web. One might think they had nothing on, but that is the very beauty of it.

''Yes, yes,'' Said all the courtiers, but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to see.

''Will your Majesty be graciously pleased to take off your clothes? They we may put on the new ones.'' Said the impostors.

Edgar took off all his clothes, and the impostors pretended to give him one article of dress after the other of new clothes which they had pretended to make. They pretended to fasten something. This was the train. Edgar turned round and round in front of the mirror.

''How well his majesty looks in the new clothes! How becoming they are!'' Cried all the people. ''What a design, and what colors! They are most gorgeous robes!''

''The canopy is waiting outside which is to be carried over Your Majesty in the procession, ''Said the master of Ceremonies.

''Well, I'm quite ready,'' said Edgar. ''Don't the clothes fit well?'' Then he turned round again in front of the mirror, so that he should seem to be looking at his grand clothes.

The two moogles who were to carry the train stooped and pretended to lift it from the ground with both hands, and they walked along with their hands in the air. They dared not let it appear that they could not see anything.

Then Edgar walked along in the procession under the gorgeous canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed, ''How beautiful his new clothes are! What a splendid train! And they fit to perfection!'' Nobody would let it appear that they could see nothing, for that would prove that he was not fit for his post, or else he was a fool.

''But have no clothes!'' said the little child Gau.

''Oh, listen to the innocent,'' said his father. But one person whispered to the other what the child had said.

At last all the people cried, ''But he has nothing on!''

Edgar withed, for he knew it was true. But he thought, ''The procession must go on now.'' So he held himself stiffer then ever, and the moogles held up the invisible train.

''That was a good story. Thank you Shadow.'' Relm turned over and fell fast asleep. So Shadow got up and returned to the card game out side.

Only to find Locke, Setzer, Sabin, Celes, Terra, Mog, and even Cyan laughing up a storm. Shadow, ''Oh come on it was the only thing I could think of at the time.

Edgar, ''Oh so telling her about Peter Pan or The Ugly Duckling was just out of the question?!?!?!?!''

Shadow, ''Well I just found that Setzer and Locke out smarting you just a little more believable then a kid that fly's or a duck that talks.......''

Edgar, ''So making a complete fool out of me was better then making something up like that?''

Shadow, ''.....................''

Sabin, ''Oh come on. Don't fight over something so dumb.''

Cyan, ''Sir Sabin is right. Thou are getting vary mad over nothing.''

Edgar, ''errrrrrrrrrrr.............''

Sabin, ''Edgar it was just a stupid story. Besides we learned something from it.''

Edgar, ''That being?''

Sabin, ''Now we all know that if Locke is smart in of to trick you th-''

Locke, ''I don't want you to even think of finishing that!''

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Well, I think that Shadow would tell Relm a story if she asked him to. Also he shouldn't get mad cuz he is her DAD after all and he hasn't been there for her so I think its only far.

Shadow, ''Hey it never said in FF3 that I'm her dad!''

Well there are a lot of things that make it look that way.

Shadow, ''Like?''

Well for one Interceptor, and also you are at her old house a few times, You came to save her when she was in trouble, you do have some sort of past in that town, the dude she lives with is NOT her real dad.....

Shadow, ''OK OK I get it.''

Well there you have it right from the horses mouth.

Shadow, ''Hold on I never said..''

Well that's all the time we have for this fan fic.

Disclaimer-From The Emperor s New Clothes by Hans Christian Andersen Copyright by World Book, Inc. 1988 Child Craft.