Violet: Thanks for clicking on this story. I can't believe I actually posted something! *Slaps a big grin across face*

Reno:It's about time. You've been working on this since you started reading fan fiction.

Violet: Don't exaggerate! Anyway, get on with the disclaimer.

Reno: When did I start taking orders from you?

Violet: Since your fate in this story rested in my hands...*mischievous grin*

Reno: Violet owns this story's idea, but does not own any part of FF7. She is just obsessed with it on an unhealthy level.

Violet: Whatever! If I were so obsessed with it I would have cosplayed as Vincent by now or something.

Reno:Denial. By the way, you would be a disturbing Vincent.

Violet:What is that supposed to mean! Hmmmm. *scribbles in a notebook*

*A rock mysteriously falls on Reno and knocks him unconscious*

Prologue: Transpire

Blinding fluorescent lights, panicked shouts, and the pungent odor of antiseptic were present. The vicinity had a weary atmosphere with the sounds of squeaky wheels and loud commands filling the air. A girl opened her almond shaped eyes to reveal luminous emerald orbs. Her long jet black hair fanned out around her in loose ringlets. Her head throbbed and her voice was reduced to a whisper. A smooth hand placed itself gently on hers. The comforting touch made the situation bearable. The girl's vision was hazy to the extent that she could only make out a blurred shape.

A doctor rushed in, frantically examining the monitors and machines. The fragile child struggled to shift, but stopped when agonizing pain overtook her. She reluctantly repressed her oncoming tears. Her whole body was firmly bandaged, making it hard to draw in even a shallow breath. The bed felt uneven on her bruised back, making any position uncomfortable. She felt empty, betrayed, forgotten. Something was incomplete and disgraceful about herself.

She tried to recall what had happened, but nothing emerged from the depths of her mind. It was as if it were a blank slate, bereft of any memories. As her vision cleared for a moment, kind hazelnut eyes greeted her. A woman sat on the edge of the bed. Her smooth features held a troubled expression, framed by straight raven black hair. She was wearing plain blue clothes. The little girl could feel a peaceful aura around the woman, letting her momentarily forget her present state.

Abruptly the girl blacked out, allowing a nightmare to envelop her vision. Images of fires devouring towns flashed erratically. Ashes and sparks were carried away with the wind along with fraying hope. Cries of people in brutal battle echoed around her deafeningly. Innocent lives were slain mercilessly by wolf-like figures in the chaos. Fear was apparent in every victim's eyes. Crimson colored the ground and streaked across the sky, merging with the blazing sunset. The girl reached out, wanting to stop the violence.

Through the onslaught, some were bold enough to retaliate. The only sign of hope visible was from a composed few. Based on their exterior, they did not stand out; just lowly villagers to the naked eye. However, they spoke with the earth through their souls, guiding villagers to safety. They aided everyone possible, some even sacrificing their lives. The light glimmering in their eyes pleaded for their prayers to be answered.

Something in the back of the girl's mind told her she was the source of the crisis, or at least she played a role in its' origin. If only she could remember.

The faint image of a man clad in black armor began to flicker into focus. His obsidian eyes glinted with amusement as the clash carried on before him. Shrouded in the shadows of the forest, he unfurled two white wings. His golden locks danced along a gust of fleeting wind before he soared into the fiery sky.

"Endless violence… that is truly what you desired."

Violet: This is the beginning of a story I formed in my head a while ago. It started as a confusing outline, but has since then undergone major revisions. Poor thing…Anyway, It may not be the most endearing story ever, but I think it will be an interesting idea to flesh out. I would like to thank my friends for supporting my stories. I really appreciate you guys! This might help me improve my writing skills, so here goes nothing. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. Well, any last comments Reno?

Reno: ...

Violet: Oh dear. The rock wasn't supposed to hit him that hard. Ah well...R&R pretty please?