Prologue – A nightmare begins
Cloud drew his mighty sword from his back and struck out against his nemesis. The blade however was parried with a violent force and a small kick smacking Cloud's hands allowed the blade free from his grasp sending it speeding through the air. Cloud pulled out a Summon Materia and grasped tightly as he jumped side-to-side avoiding the blows his enemy charged at him with. Cloud focused all of his energy into the Materia and allowed the Summon to be released.
Ifrit appeared as if from nowhere and lifted a huge rock high into the sky. Ifrit then pulled the rock down as quickly as it was sent up and the speed added an incredible heat to the rock as it crashed down into Clouds enemy. Cloud suddenly stood at ease as Ifrit vanished and he could no longer feel the energy radiating from his fearsome opponent. Cloud stood wearily for seven solid minutes before he sat down unable to believe that a simple summon could have caused the victory.
Suddenly Cloud felt a sharp pain thrust into his arm and blood begin to pour from the wound. He turned quickly to see Sephiroth standing there his Murasame dripping Cloud's blood.
"Grr!" Cloud growled. "I knew it. I knew that couldn't have defeated you." Sephiroth made no movement other than the up and down of his chest as he laughed at Cloud's statement. Cloud charged forward with his lightning quick reflexes at Sephiroth his blade held high. He stopped inches away without any form of slowing as he bought the blade crashing down with almighty speed. Sephiroth didn't appear to move as a loud clang sound appeared and he was standing there his blade holding Cloud's at bay. Cloud overcome with angry at his futile attempt starting attacking madly lifting and striking the heavy sword towards Sephiroth who managed to deflect every blow.
Cloud was slowing down and he knew it. The blood from his wound had now stained his armour and he could feel it trickling down his arm onto his leg. He knew the flurry of attacks at left him tired but he felt the need to protect his friends. Sephiroth didn't allow Cloud time to stop for long before he moved even faster than Cloud had towards him. He struck even harder than Cloud had although Cloud managed to hold his blade against the attack. The attack however had left Cloud startled. Cloud thought to himself how can he have so much power he is but a fragment of a full man and with that thought Sephiroth struck again. This time the incredibly strong attack knocked Cloud down and Sephiroth quickly moved his blade to Cloud's neck.
Cloud woke up in screaming with cold beads of sweat dripping down his face. He threw the covers off of him hopped out of bed and rushed to the window to see the streets of Nibelheim below. Nice safe streets that had not seen Sephiroth in years. Cloud contemplated the dream he had with worry as the last one he had that was similar was before he had killed Sephiroth all those years ago. He decided to shrug it off as a bad nightmare as the chilled breeze bought a calm sensation over him. Cloud manoeuvred through piles of papers to the shower.
Cloud looked into the wardrobe and rummaged through his selection of clothes. He checked that his battle suit was still in good condition, no rust and buster blade stringed up, before deciding to pick a blue shirt and blue trousers for the day. He walked back to the window and said aloud. "I think I will go check everything is ok with the gang."