Welcome to my story. This is the complete documentation of my most recent journey. By writing these journey's down I hope to show everyone that we can all change the course of our world. Please read on.
This is my story. The story of a proud woman and warrior. Your eyes do not distort the words on this page, nor does your mind. Believe what is written, and allow yourself to be pulled into my world, to see through my eyes. If you do not believe in dreams, and in fantasies coming true, than you need to find yourself another book. This is a story full of adventure and hardships, and more importantly, of love and loss. So sit back in your most comfortable reading spot, this could take a while to tell.
Ch. 1 Leaving home
It was an evening like any other. I had just finished a good two hours of Final Fantasy VII, again. I'd played through the game at least ten times. I knew the story like the back of my hand, including all of it's secrets.
I was just laying my head down when I heard a familiar sound. Something like a rushing waterfall. I sighed, sat back up and looked into the round, black, swirling portal in my room. I knew the portal would wait for me, so I took my time getting ready. It's always difficult trying to decide what to wear for my missions, I simply never knew where I was going. I finally decided on the usual, black tank top, black leather pants, and (can you guess?) black knee high traveling boots. I grabbed my favorite sword off the rack and slung it on my back, then fastened a dagger to my hip. Turning around in the full length mirror, I had to admit I looked pretty good. The black really works with my red hair, which I had proudly grown out to nearly waist length, and my green eyes seemed eager to go. I admit I always felt short at five foot four, but I work out enough to keep a good shape. The sword I carry is a special one to me. I originally got it from a thrift store for my collection. On my last trip I took it with me and the elves of Rivendell reforged it for me. It was a long katana with a dragon wing and claw for a hilt, which is now black wood with gold melded in. And for the record, Legolas looks nothing like Orlando Bloom. The real deal is far better.
But what am I saying? I forgot to mention that I am a world traveler. And believe it or not, most of the stories we read and movies we watch are a glimpse into some of them.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail and stood in front of the portal. Then I stepped through. There's really nothing to it, just like walking through a door. No weird sensations or such.
I had to squint at first the sun was so bright. It was obviously early afternoon here, and the weather was quite warm. I stood on a cliff full of grass and flowers. I began walking and looked down into the gorge below me. My breath caught in my throat as I looked down on the city. Midgar. I was in Final Fantasy VII. I looked more closely, none of the plates had fallen which meant I still had time to join up with AVALANCHE and get in on the action. And so I closed my eyes and summoned the dragon. OOPS! I forgot! My world hoping started when I was visited by a dragon who I now share powers with. Because of it I can use elemental and healing magic along with my own set of dragon wings and a tail. I unfolded my large brown wings and prepared myself for a simple glide down to the city. Then I was on the ground covered by a net.
"Well, well. We come up to get rid of a monster and instead we found you. She just came out of no where didn't she Rude?" I turned far enough to see Reno's face before I was sedated. Great, I'm here for two minutes and I'm caught by the Turks.