A/N: First Fanfic. Haha. :P So be understanding if it sucks, or doesn't suit your fancy. Sorry. Also, this story is very short.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, nothing else.

A world of wild roses.

"I'm afraid of my powers. I'm afraid...if they build up, they'll go out of control and, I won't be able to stop them. I'm...afraid of hurting the ones I care deeply for. Again."

"Everyone hesitates."

Cloud's voice echoed in her memory.

"Except that reckless guy, of course." He continued, stepping forward and extending his hand, in it, rested a small rose, a gentle light radiating from its circles of scarlet petals. Terra eyed it with curriosity, her small hands held gently infront of her chest. "What is it?" she asked.

Cloud said nothing for a while, shifting his weight to one leg and staring down at his boots, after the rose had vanished mysteriously in his hands, back into oblivion for safe keeping.

"Firion's dream..." He muttered.

Firion's dream.

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Terra stood in a grassy meadow, red, wild, roses blooming and swaying gently in the breeze around her boots. The wind swept at her emerald hair and the length of cherry blossom pink, silk hanging from her back. She lifted her hand, in her fingers a small red rose in which she brought to her nose to take in its light scent.

She closed her eyes, opening them shortly after with a thoughtful look on her face. Firion...

The man who Cloud spoke of. The man whose dream first inspired her to have one of her very own. It must be wonderful to be like that- to be able to draw such strength from a dream, as simple as it may be. It was such a thing of beauty. Cloud had admitted he was jealous of Firion for such a trait, and truth be told, so was Terra. But what would Terra dream of? What could it be that she could possibly want...

Terra looked down dreamily, somewhat brooding, with a small frown across her features. Her dainty fingers toyed with the rose's petals in her hands, as she thought about it. Until...

"Aha."

Terra's head snapped up and looked towards her left, where the voice had come from. Approching her, treading lightly through the grass was the man himself. Firion. the sun bouncing of his armor, the wind sweeping through his long silvery ponytail, beads clicking against eachother, and his long cape swaying behind him, swishing through the grass.

Terra looked down shyly, until he was standing next to her in the bed of roses. She kept her head down, therefore she missed the wry smile that crosses his lips as he looked at her, and then looked to the rose in her hands.

He breathed an amused little sigh and gestured to it. "So...I take it you like them too." he laughed somehwat, tiredly, if one payed close enough attention to his tone.

Terra just looked up at him curiously, and decided to just nod her head, for lack of anything else to say. She had so many things she wanted to ask Firion, she wanted to know everything about him, about his dreams...she just could not think of what to say. She couldn't find the words. She was afraid again, and blushed because of it until words just came tumbling out of her mouth...

"Why... wild roses..?"

Firion raised an eyebrow, and blinked, still looking at her. Terra mentally slapped herself. That sounded so stupid! The blush in her cheeks grew hotter and she wanted nothing more than to just teleport out of there now officially mortified.

"...huh?"

"Y-your dream. Cloud told me." She offered quickly, trying to clarify a little for him.

"Ah." He responded, looking away towards the rolling hills before them. Firion seemed mellow, and understanding, which caled Terra's nerves a little.

"I just think, a world with conditions where roses can grow in the wild, would have to be a pretty damn peaceful place." He said dreamily, with confedence. "Doesn't sound too bad at all, huh?"

"Y-yeah." Terra said looking up at him, agreeing.

Firion offered a warm smile, dark brown eyes meeting blue. His hand found its way around Terra's, taking from her slim fingers the wild rose and he looked at it, inspecting it gently in his fingers.

"Besides, they're kind of pretty." he breathed a hushed laugh, and slowly raised his hand up to Terra's emerald locks of hair, tucking the bloom gingerly behind her ear.

He offered once more a polite smile and a nod of his head and turned, with a gentle swish of his cape, treading back down the hill towards the camp, where a fire and a few other warriors of Cosmos could be seen doing various things and preparing for their next battle.

Terra looked behind her, watching him slowly decend down the grassy knoll along with the sun, her hand resting on the bloom tucked away behind her curls.

It was then when she realized, Firion gave her the courage she despirately needed. It was his dream that helped her overcome her fear; in the past, and here and now. It was then she decided that in the morning she'd ask him if it were okay to share the dream, and make it happen, together.

A/N: Review if you really feel like it and thanks for reading. n_n Or voice whether or not you want this story to continue. Much appreciated. 3