Hi there, folks! The last FF 7 fic I'll write as a part of the other stories I've published. Hope you'll like it! There are many characters I made up myself in order to make the story a little more content. NOTE: the character "Aireth" is a character where I've used Aeris as the basis for her, but there are many changes between these two characters. What these differences are, you'll find out soon enough, as both Aireth and Aeris are in this fanfic.
I hope you won't find the story confusing. I've been trying to go pretty much back and forth in time here. This story isn't really about Cloud, Zack or Tifa. They are involved, yeah, but they aren't the people most important in this fic. In this story, a small group of the Cetra people are still alive, and living along with Aeris in the Forgotten City were Sephiroth kills Aeris. Please review!
CETRA
The forgotten
People
Chapter one
The Cetra Village.
Aireth woke up by the feeling of sunlight on her face. She opened her eyes, yawned and sat up. She turned on the light on her bedside table, and looked around. "I guess Mom was right. I'm not good at keeping my bedroom tidy. At the moment, her small bedroom was extremely messy. Old manga-magazines and books lied strewn across the floor. (for those of you who doesn't know; Manga is Japanese cartoons) Most of her clothes were just lying around, outside of her closet. All of her possessions seemed to never be in order. "Perhaps I should get out of bed. Momo is probably hungry already." She said to herself. She got dressed, and went into the living room.
For some reason, I feel like explaining what Aireth's appearance is like. (Since she's just a character I've made up, I mean) She has long, dark hair tied back in a pink ribbon, and she's always walking around in a blue jacket, usually with a red T-shirt under it. White pants with the letters "Sakana" written in Japanese notes alongside the pants. (sakana means "fish" in Japanese) She's got big, brown eyes.
The living room was completely round, with a few triangle windows on the walls. Every glass in the windows was colored in red, yellow and green, so that when the sunshine shone through them, it was colored just like the glass in the windows. In the morning, the sun always shone through them, and everything in there was bathed in red, yellow and green light. Even though the room was built circulated, and might sound like a small little cottage, it was more than big enough for just one person who kept a dog. Aireth went over to the little carpet lying underneath one of the windows. "I thought so." She told her dog, Momo. "You're already expecting food, aren't you?" The little dog was sitting at the carpet, looking at her with an extremely expectant look on her face. That I-want-food-gaze which Aireth knew so well. She smiled, went over to Momo's food bowl opposite her carpet, and carried it over to the fridge a few meters from the door to the living room. She opened the fridge, and took out a pair of chicken wings. She laid them in Momo's food bowl, and put the bowl back to its original position." There. Come and get your breakfast, Momo!" She said. The dog trotted over to the chicken bones, sniffed them, and started eating them slowly. It looked as if she enjoyed every bit of it. Aireth laughed, and went into the kitchen to make her breakfast.
A few hours later, she went over to the entrance door, and was about to head out, when Momo came over to her. "No, we're not going on a trip now, Momo. I'm heading over to Aeris. You have to stay and guard the house." Aireth scratched Momo behind the ears, "See you. Be good now." She said. She closed the door behind her.
She went over to Aeris's house just across the street, and knocked on the door. Aeris was her best friend, and they were always together. In order to prevent mix-ups with their names, people in the village had started calling her Aeris instead. The path among the houses in the Cetra village; Himitsu Shiwere of pure white stone, and the houses were all built in the same fashion as Aireth's; they were all built as circulated caves, with triangle doors made out of the same white stone as the road. The stone in the village of Himitsu Shi were as light as if the roads and the doors were made out of wood, not white stone, so the villagers had no problem using these doors.