Sorrowful Memories

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or its characters. The only thing I own is this idea, more or less, and the original characters in this story. That's all.

Chapter One

He awoke with a start, blue eyes snapping open as he sat up on his bed. He lifted a hand and ran it through his spiky blond hair, heaving a sigh as he looked around his room. Nothing had changed during the night. The walls were painted a dark blue with tufts of white to mimic clouds. His curtains were light blue, along with the rest of his furniture. His current bed sheets were dark blue and light blue. Everything matched, though he didn't necessarily mind. No, he was too busy dwelling on the dream he had just had. He glanced at the clock at his bed side, seeing the numbers flashing in bright neon green. It was eight in the morning.

The spiky blond haired boy pulled the covers off of his form, sighing again as he tried to recover. It wasn't that he had a nightmare. It was just that he had such a realistic dream. A dream that he had many nights in a row, for as long as he could remember. He blamed it on the stories his father was so eager to tell, but Skye couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this than met the eye. Truly it wasn't normal to have the same dream over and over again, right? He thought so.

But not once had the teen voiced his concerns, certain that his parents would just call him silly and think nothing of it. The boy rose from bed, running his hand through his blond locks again as he looked around his room before walking over to his dresser. He opened one of the drawers, getting out some fresh underwear, along with some pants and a shirt. He planned to go out today. Even though he really had plans with his sister, but he wanted to be alone for some reason.

Skye headed out of his room, creeping past his sister's room before padding towards the bathroom. It was empty and he could hear voices downstairs, which signaled that his mother and sister were awake. Which made sense. The two were early risers. He normally slept in more, but not today. That didn't much matter to him. He closed the door behind him and set his clean clothes on the counter before undressing and hoping in the shower.

He stayed in there for awhile, trying to collect his thoughts. He couldn't help but think of that same dream. Sometimes it was a little different, but it always had that girl in it. The beautiful woman with brown hair and sparkling green eyes, though he could never truly remember her other features except for those. They were normally standing in a field of flowers, while they talked. Sometimes he could make out the words and sometimes he couldn't. But this time had been a little different. She had seemed.. afraid of something. Like something bad was going to happen.

Skye wanted to know what it was. He had asked her in the dream but as she started to answer, everything had gone black and he had heard a scream. That was when he had woken up so suddenly. He couldn't help but wonder what she had been about to say and what that scream had been about. It had been a female scream, that much he knew. The blond frowned, thinking that it was time to get out of the shower so he quickly washed up and got out, turning the water off before toweling off.

He dressed in silence before opening the door to bring his dirty clothes to the laundry room, which was downstairs. His stomach rumbled, but he wasn't too eager to sit down and eat just yet. He headed down the stairs, nodding when his mother and sister chimed a good morning to him before he moved past them to head to the dirty clothes. He lingered in there, but it wasn't too long that he felt someone behind him.

"Skye, are you okay?" His sister asked, placing a hand on his shoulder before removing it as he turned to face her. "I'm fine," He said softly, blue eyes swirling with emotion as he looked at his dark haired sister. Amity frowned and peered up at him before placing her hands on her hips. "Are we still on for today, Skye?" She asked, hope evident in her tone. She adored her brother and spending time with him, even though he was two years older than she was.

He took a moment to think, not sure if he wanted to break it to her that he didn't want to hang out today. Finally, he sighed and gave in, knowing it would hurt her feelings if he canceled on her. Especially when they had been planning this for awhile. They were going to go to the festival that was just opening in town and check it out. Skye really wasn't up to it but knew he couldn't hurt his sister.

"Yeah, sure. What time did you want to go?" He tilted his head, focusing his attention on her. She seemed to beam as she smiled, pleased that their plans were still on. "Umm, how about around noon? That's about the time it starts setting up and people can check it out. Unless you want to wait until everything is set up around the afternoon?" Skye shrugged, running a hand through his blond hair. "Whatever you want, Amity."

She smiled at him again, wine colored eyes mixed with emotion as she looked up at her taller brother. "Okay, I'll start getting ready soon." She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek before turning on her heel and walked off back to the kitchen. Skye sighed and then headed out of the laundry room, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a muffin and a glass of juice before heading back up to his room. He was sometimes antisocial but his parents never pushed him about that. He was grateful.

Author's Note: How was that for a first chapter? Sorry that it's kind of short, but I didn't want this to be too long. I bet it's easy to guess who Skye and Amity are the descendants of, eh? Next chapter coming soon~ Please review! I'd love to hear what you think of my story. Please bear in mind, I'm a little rusty.