Disclaimer: Don't own anything but this story.
A/N: It explains itself. Review, if you want, it'll be appreciated ^_^ I might carry this on, into a fic starring Midnight. What do you think??
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Deepest Midnight
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Midnight trembled as she looked at the envelope and the package, which had been delivered by someone to her foster home early this morning of November 29, her 16th birthday. Who had sent it? There was no address on it or anything. Junon was a big, huge place to find someone in... Opening the package, she gasped as she looked upon a beautiful, large sword with angel wings around the handle, detailed in lovely gold against the silver blade. She paused for a while, just looking on it, then she hid it under her bed next to her bag. She had planned to run away today, to find the one person she could remember from her previous life away from the foster homes - a boy named Kierann. But now... it could wait. She sat down and looked at the envelope, and started to open it...
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Midnight A. November
Open at age 16
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Hello honey.
Wow... you're 16 already. I bet you're gorgeous...
Anyway, Its Tifa Lockheart, or to you, mama, as you called me at age 2. Which is what you are now, as I'm writing. Your so sweet; I can see you out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the beach next to your bestest friend, Kierann. You're building a sandcastle, like the many other little girls on the beach; but yours is special because it has a big flag upon the top. One with a little drawing of your bright red panther kitten on.
My baby, Midnight Aeris Strife.
So, I'm going to describe you as I'm looking at you now, aged two and a half, which is all I have to go on to relate to you... You are a perfect mix of your parents. You have my dark silky hair, which has grown so long for a girl your age! It's down your back, just like mine always was, and tied with a big pink bow at the bottom. Your fringe just wont stay put, no matter what I do to it; it sticks up, just like the shorter front parts of your hair do if left to dry unbrushed. They always seem to be... well, spiky. This frames your little baby girl face, which is glowing in the Costa Del Sol sunshine at the moment, while you build steadily. Your eyes; well, what can I say about your eyes. They are big and round, with long dark eyelashes, but the most amazing part is the colour. They are a piercing bright blue, with a tinge of yellow in the very centre; and they glow. I could fall forever in those eyes. Of course, I did fall in love with them...
Your daddy had those eyes; they seemed to pierce my heart and capture it. They were just the same as yours; when you were born it was the first thing I noticed about you. It was obvious who your father was! Except, I suppose you don't know that; you don't know anything about him.
His name was Cloud. Cloud Strife.
He was the most amazing person I ever met, and I met a lot of people. He was gentle and kind to his friends, yet he was the most ruthless person when it came to defending what he stood for. He went through so much, yet he pulled us all through. He was... special.
You know, you get your rebellious hair from your daddy as well; his was always spiky. It stuck up in the air, even while wet! We always teased him about it. His was a bright blond colour though; with his glowing pale eyes and his tall, white-blonde hair he wasn't someone you would lose in a crowd, put it that way. He always wore a deep purple outfit, which showed off his hair and eyes all that much more. At this moment on the beach you are wearing a t-shirt the same colour; and a skirt as well. You look as good in it as he always did.
One thing Cloud was never seen without was his huge sword, always strapped to his back. I however, am a karate expert and I use my fists to fight. But anyway. Back to the present day, as you're reading this, this letter should be with a sword; the sword your father left you. Now you're 16 it's given to you by us, as our present to our darling daughter, even if we cannot be there. You should start training with it. The sword isn't the best sword your dad had, but then if you started training with the best (his Ultima Sword was his best, in fact you really couldn't find a better sword) then you'd kill yourself easily! Plus, itd be too heavy for you probably. This sword is still very powerful though; and its the lightest that your dad owned. Take good care of it. Its called the 'Heaven's Cloud'. A fitting name, huh? Now you're sixteen though, you should know your past, and why you are going to need that sword.
A/N: It explains itself. Review, if you want, it'll be appreciated ^_^ I might carry this on, into a fic starring Midnight. What do you think??
~*~*~*~
Deepest Midnight
~*~*~*~
Midnight trembled as she looked at the envelope and the package, which had been delivered by someone to her foster home early this morning of November 29, her 16th birthday. Who had sent it? There was no address on it or anything. Junon was a big, huge place to find someone in... Opening the package, she gasped as she looked upon a beautiful, large sword with angel wings around the handle, detailed in lovely gold against the silver blade. She paused for a while, just looking on it, then she hid it under her bed next to her bag. She had planned to run away today, to find the one person she could remember from her previous life away from the foster homes - a boy named Kierann. But now... it could wait. She sat down and looked at the envelope, and started to open it...
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Midnight A. November
Open at age 16
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Hello honey.
Wow... you're 16 already. I bet you're gorgeous...
Anyway, Its Tifa Lockheart, or to you, mama, as you called me at age 2. Which is what you are now, as I'm writing. Your so sweet; I can see you out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the beach next to your bestest friend, Kierann. You're building a sandcastle, like the many other little girls on the beach; but yours is special because it has a big flag upon the top. One with a little drawing of your bright red panther kitten on.
My baby, Midnight Aeris Strife.
So, I'm going to describe you as I'm looking at you now, aged two and a half, which is all I have to go on to relate to you... You are a perfect mix of your parents. You have my dark silky hair, which has grown so long for a girl your age! It's down your back, just like mine always was, and tied with a big pink bow at the bottom. Your fringe just wont stay put, no matter what I do to it; it sticks up, just like the shorter front parts of your hair do if left to dry unbrushed. They always seem to be... well, spiky. This frames your little baby girl face, which is glowing in the Costa Del Sol sunshine at the moment, while you build steadily. Your eyes; well, what can I say about your eyes. They are big and round, with long dark eyelashes, but the most amazing part is the colour. They are a piercing bright blue, with a tinge of yellow in the very centre; and they glow. I could fall forever in those eyes. Of course, I did fall in love with them...
Your daddy had those eyes; they seemed to pierce my heart and capture it. They were just the same as yours; when you were born it was the first thing I noticed about you. It was obvious who your father was! Except, I suppose you don't know that; you don't know anything about him.
His name was Cloud. Cloud Strife.
He was the most amazing person I ever met, and I met a lot of people. He was gentle and kind to his friends, yet he was the most ruthless person when it came to defending what he stood for. He went through so much, yet he pulled us all through. He was... special.
You know, you get your rebellious hair from your daddy as well; his was always spiky. It stuck up in the air, even while wet! We always teased him about it. His was a bright blond colour though; with his glowing pale eyes and his tall, white-blonde hair he wasn't someone you would lose in a crowd, put it that way. He always wore a deep purple outfit, which showed off his hair and eyes all that much more. At this moment on the beach you are wearing a t-shirt the same colour; and a skirt as well. You look as good in it as he always did.
One thing Cloud was never seen without was his huge sword, always strapped to his back. I however, am a karate expert and I use my fists to fight. But anyway. Back to the present day, as you're reading this, this letter should be with a sword; the sword your father left you. Now you're 16 it's given to you by us, as our present to our darling daughter, even if we cannot be there. You should start training with it. The sword isn't the best sword your dad had, but then if you started training with the best (his Ultima Sword was his best, in fact you really couldn't find a better sword) then you'd kill yourself easily! Plus, itd be too heavy for you probably. This sword is still very powerful though; and its the lightest that your dad owned. Take good care of it. Its called the 'Heaven's Cloud'. A fitting name, huh? Now you're sixteen though, you should know your past, and why you are going to need that sword.