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A platinum haired man.. No, the remains of a man, lay torn apart on a cold stone slab above an ever glowing stream of life. "How... could... I lose...?" His thoughts where wondering, in a matter of seconds he would die like his mother before him. His torso was sheered off and his right arm blown away from his last battle.
His lifeblood beat slower. A miracle he survived this long, even his mother's bloodline regeneration could not save him now.
Below him he felt the lifestream shift, an eruption made his burial ground unsteady. "So... This is... how it ends..." His platinum hair was matted to his face, his bright green eyes stared blankly around him. His sword, the Masamune, lay struck through the very rock around him.
Then, a sudden clash of black matter formed before him, and words, either heard or imagined, ringed in his ears. "Sephiroth... You are going to die... Become my avatar and I will save you."
Sephiroth's breath grew sparse, and he finally deemed the matter not to be death... yet. "I... am not... afraid." His eyes became heavier at every breath. "Why.. should I?" He spared the thing a glance.
"Unfortuanetly." The matter condensed itself tightly. "You do not have a choice..." Sephiroth grimised as a lance of energy spike through him. What was happening?! He felt as though his soul was being ripped from him!
"I am Yu Yevon, Sephiroth. You will know when I have need of you again."
Tired... So tired..... Sephiroth descided, that after all these years, perhaps... Perhaps he should take... his first rest... on the job....
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Weary eyes opened slowly, awakening from years of slumber. A platinum haired man formed in the farplane. He wore light armor across his shoulders and chest, his clothes being of black fabric. Tight gauntlents of leather encased his arms. At his side, a katana, riviting with damascus steel.
"Who are you?"
His green eyes flecked at the person who was speaking. "I am Sephiroth," He took calm steps towards the person. "Who are you?"
The man stumbled back a step. He wore the robes of a priest, you could almost smell the sweet purfume and see the signs of a pampered life. "I am Sir Guidok... the 3rd." His voice trembled as he spoke towards Sephiroth. "Why did you come back?"
"Hmm?" He payed the priest no mind and was listening to the wails of the souls around him. "The Lifestream..."
"Sin is dead sir," The man.. Guidok took a gulp. "Y-you should be resting with the other souls."
Sephiroth looked back at Guidok. "Ah.." He could recall information about this 'Sin', and his effect on the ones he killed. Where did he get this information?... Ah it didn't matter. "You fear me becoming a 'fiend'?" He slowly approached the man.
"Begone Sir Sephiroth! G-g-go back to your forever resting grounds!" The man untucked a wand from his belt and tried to perform a sending.
The platinum haired man felt his hair rise. Something told him that the man must NOT complete the ceremony! He brung forth his sword in a flash and slashed through the summoner's wand. "I am sorry, but that is against the rules you see." He smiled at the priest. "And as chairman of the game, you must face the consecoinces." Sephiroth grabbed the flabberghasted Guidok by the throat. "I hope you enjoy the Lifestream as much as they do."
Guidok squirmed in his grip, his throat bulged as it gasped for air that the unyielding leather hand was denying it's right to. "Please don't..."
"Begone summoner." Sephiroth smiled and flung the man into the distance, watching his departing form become lost in the midst of the farplane. He pivoted himself on his right foot, feeling pretty good. Maybe it was the fact he was awake from his long sleep? Nah, perhaps it was just that it was a good way to start the morning off by killing an innocent bystander. Yeah, that's it....
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In the Farplane....
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"Did you feel that?"
"It seemed like it was..."
"It couldn't have been!"
"Why would he be alive?.."
"I... don't know..."
*-*-*
Something was going wrong.. Something was going very, very wrong. The fayth had left at the final battle, why was she feeling their power return? Not just that, but she felt something, even if it was a tinge, it felt like Sin....
"Lady Yuna?"
How could this be? What could it mean? The pain that caused their greif was killed, so how would it return? Unless.... He returned too? No...
"Lady Yuna."
The summoner in question raised her head. "Oh sorry... I must have been daydreaming." Two years have passed since the final battle. She still retained her looks, but let her hair grow longer, almost to her shoulder blades it was. "What where you saying again?" Her eyes looked upon the crusader.
"I said that your trip will begin soon." The man shifted his feet.
"Ah, yes. Could you tell my guardians I will be down shortly? I have to get something." She smiled at her messanger. Since the battle, she had been considered the Grand Maester, but still prefered to be called 'Yuna'.
The man saluted with the prayer of Yevon and left.
Yuna smiled again. Everyone in the city around her was a 'Crusader' from the fight against Sin. The capital was palced in Besaid, for it was the first place she recieved and Aeon, and it was the first time she met 'him'. She breathed in a sigh and pulled out a small chest. Inside of it was her gift to his memory. Today, they would travel to the homeland of the Guado in search of the Farplane. There, she would give her present to the one she longed for.
"Yuna?"
"Hm? Oh sorry Lulu, I must have taken longer than I thought." She picked up the box and leaned it up against her hip. "Shall we go?"
Lulu nodded. "Waka was starting to get worried. He said something about 'in the last quarter of the game, the star player should not be late, bad luck ya'." She chuckled a bit with Yuna. "Perhaps he is right. We should get going before we are late."
Yuna walked out of her room with Lulu. "Yes, it will do us good to see our friends again."
The black mage let out a small smile. "Yes, let's." And she closed the door behind her.
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Sephiroth sheathed his sword in a new case. These 'Guado' creatures reminded him of a little of the Citra, but only these had no spine, no power, and no idea what was going on. A few other summoners tried to 'send' him away, but they where either in peices or burned.
He walked on his merry way, stepping over the bodies if need be. The Guado where starting to get the picture now. Less where trying to 'send' him, and therefore, more kept their lives. He was following a path that he randomly selected about two hours ago. According to the signs he was heading towards a 'Fayth' temple. Perhaps this had something to do with why he came back.
"Stop right there."
Sephiroth turned to see a girl, possibly late teens to early twenties and possibly weighed about 100 lbs. According to his physical sketch, she was one of a light build, more likely for speed than a fight. "Come now Ms. Theif, why do you want to fight a weary traveller, hm?" He met her eyes and she took a step back once she saw the green depths of his irises.
"You killed innocent people!" She apparently recovered from her shock. Sephiroth mentally noted that she had more spirit than most of the Guado's, so therefore must've had battle experiance.
He let his left hand rest lightly on the top of his hilt, not entirely a threatening manner, but a warning. "They where in my way." He flashed her a smile and turned his back to her, then continued to walk on his way as if she wheren't there.
"H-hey! You can't just turn away from me!" Sephiroth closed his eyes and listened to her running at him, calculating the distance.
Three, two, one...
Wump!
The girl doubled over holding her adomen in pain. "Ugh..." Her eyes where scruntched together in pain, but after two seconds, she fell to the ground unconscious.
The blow wasn't entirely a painfull one, just a stunning blow. He smiled at the girl as he resheathed his sword. She would be out for a while, and by the time she came too, he would be gone. 'I wonder why I didn't kill her?' He turned around and started walking. Something told him she was important, and perhaps it would be better off if she where to live her life.
Now on to this 'Fayth'...
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End Chapter One
So did you like it? I don't really have a name on all of the locations yet, but I hope too soon. Please review.
Read on
*****
A platinum haired man.. No, the remains of a man, lay torn apart on a cold stone slab above an ever glowing stream of life. "How... could... I lose...?" His thoughts where wondering, in a matter of seconds he would die like his mother before him. His torso was sheered off and his right arm blown away from his last battle.
His lifeblood beat slower. A miracle he survived this long, even his mother's bloodline regeneration could not save him now.
Below him he felt the lifestream shift, an eruption made his burial ground unsteady. "So... This is... how it ends..." His platinum hair was matted to his face, his bright green eyes stared blankly around him. His sword, the Masamune, lay struck through the very rock around him.
Then, a sudden clash of black matter formed before him, and words, either heard or imagined, ringed in his ears. "Sephiroth... You are going to die... Become my avatar and I will save you."
Sephiroth's breath grew sparse, and he finally deemed the matter not to be death... yet. "I... am not... afraid." His eyes became heavier at every breath. "Why.. should I?" He spared the thing a glance.
"Unfortuanetly." The matter condensed itself tightly. "You do not have a choice..." Sephiroth grimised as a lance of energy spike through him. What was happening?! He felt as though his soul was being ripped from him!
"I am Yu Yevon, Sephiroth. You will know when I have need of you again."
Tired... So tired..... Sephiroth descided, that after all these years, perhaps... Perhaps he should take... his first rest... on the job....
****
Weary eyes opened slowly, awakening from years of slumber. A platinum haired man formed in the farplane. He wore light armor across his shoulders and chest, his clothes being of black fabric. Tight gauntlents of leather encased his arms. At his side, a katana, riviting with damascus steel.
"Who are you?"
His green eyes flecked at the person who was speaking. "I am Sephiroth," He took calm steps towards the person. "Who are you?"
The man stumbled back a step. He wore the robes of a priest, you could almost smell the sweet purfume and see the signs of a pampered life. "I am Sir Guidok... the 3rd." His voice trembled as he spoke towards Sephiroth. "Why did you come back?"
"Hmm?" He payed the priest no mind and was listening to the wails of the souls around him. "The Lifestream..."
"Sin is dead sir," The man.. Guidok took a gulp. "Y-you should be resting with the other souls."
Sephiroth looked back at Guidok. "Ah.." He could recall information about this 'Sin', and his effect on the ones he killed. Where did he get this information?... Ah it didn't matter. "You fear me becoming a 'fiend'?" He slowly approached the man.
"Begone Sir Sephiroth! G-g-go back to your forever resting grounds!" The man untucked a wand from his belt and tried to perform a sending.
The platinum haired man felt his hair rise. Something told him that the man must NOT complete the ceremony! He brung forth his sword in a flash and slashed through the summoner's wand. "I am sorry, but that is against the rules you see." He smiled at the priest. "And as chairman of the game, you must face the consecoinces." Sephiroth grabbed the flabberghasted Guidok by the throat. "I hope you enjoy the Lifestream as much as they do."
Guidok squirmed in his grip, his throat bulged as it gasped for air that the unyielding leather hand was denying it's right to. "Please don't..."
"Begone summoner." Sephiroth smiled and flung the man into the distance, watching his departing form become lost in the midst of the farplane. He pivoted himself on his right foot, feeling pretty good. Maybe it was the fact he was awake from his long sleep? Nah, perhaps it was just that it was a good way to start the morning off by killing an innocent bystander. Yeah, that's it....
*-*-*
In the Farplane....
*-*-*
"Did you feel that?"
"It seemed like it was..."
"It couldn't have been!"
"Why would he be alive?.."
"I... don't know..."
*-*-*
Something was going wrong.. Something was going very, very wrong. The fayth had left at the final battle, why was she feeling their power return? Not just that, but she felt something, even if it was a tinge, it felt like Sin....
"Lady Yuna?"
How could this be? What could it mean? The pain that caused their greif was killed, so how would it return? Unless.... He returned too? No...
"Lady Yuna."
The summoner in question raised her head. "Oh sorry... I must have been daydreaming." Two years have passed since the final battle. She still retained her looks, but let her hair grow longer, almost to her shoulder blades it was. "What where you saying again?" Her eyes looked upon the crusader.
"I said that your trip will begin soon." The man shifted his feet.
"Ah, yes. Could you tell my guardians I will be down shortly? I have to get something." She smiled at her messanger. Since the battle, she had been considered the Grand Maester, but still prefered to be called 'Yuna'.
The man saluted with the prayer of Yevon and left.
Yuna smiled again. Everyone in the city around her was a 'Crusader' from the fight against Sin. The capital was palced in Besaid, for it was the first place she recieved and Aeon, and it was the first time she met 'him'. She breathed in a sigh and pulled out a small chest. Inside of it was her gift to his memory. Today, they would travel to the homeland of the Guado in search of the Farplane. There, she would give her present to the one she longed for.
"Yuna?"
"Hm? Oh sorry Lulu, I must have taken longer than I thought." She picked up the box and leaned it up against her hip. "Shall we go?"
Lulu nodded. "Waka was starting to get worried. He said something about 'in the last quarter of the game, the star player should not be late, bad luck ya'." She chuckled a bit with Yuna. "Perhaps he is right. We should get going before we are late."
Yuna walked out of her room with Lulu. "Yes, it will do us good to see our friends again."
The black mage let out a small smile. "Yes, let's." And she closed the door behind her.
*-*-*
Sephiroth sheathed his sword in a new case. These 'Guado' creatures reminded him of a little of the Citra, but only these had no spine, no power, and no idea what was going on. A few other summoners tried to 'send' him away, but they where either in peices or burned.
He walked on his merry way, stepping over the bodies if need be. The Guado where starting to get the picture now. Less where trying to 'send' him, and therefore, more kept their lives. He was following a path that he randomly selected about two hours ago. According to the signs he was heading towards a 'Fayth' temple. Perhaps this had something to do with why he came back.
"Stop right there."
Sephiroth turned to see a girl, possibly late teens to early twenties and possibly weighed about 100 lbs. According to his physical sketch, she was one of a light build, more likely for speed than a fight. "Come now Ms. Theif, why do you want to fight a weary traveller, hm?" He met her eyes and she took a step back once she saw the green depths of his irises.
"You killed innocent people!" She apparently recovered from her shock. Sephiroth mentally noted that she had more spirit than most of the Guado's, so therefore must've had battle experiance.
He let his left hand rest lightly on the top of his hilt, not entirely a threatening manner, but a warning. "They where in my way." He flashed her a smile and turned his back to her, then continued to walk on his way as if she wheren't there.
"H-hey! You can't just turn away from me!" Sephiroth closed his eyes and listened to her running at him, calculating the distance.
Three, two, one...
Wump!
The girl doubled over holding her adomen in pain. "Ugh..." Her eyes where scruntched together in pain, but after two seconds, she fell to the ground unconscious.
The blow wasn't entirely a painfull one, just a stunning blow. He smiled at the girl as he resheathed his sword. She would be out for a while, and by the time she came too, he would be gone. 'I wonder why I didn't kill her?' He turned around and started walking. Something told him she was important, and perhaps it would be better off if she where to live her life.
Now on to this 'Fayth'...
***
End Chapter One
So did you like it? I don't really have a name on all of the locations yet, but I hope too soon. Please review.