Dear Readers:
First off, I would like to say thank you for attempting to read my story. But if you havnt played Final
Fantasy 7, nows a good time to turn back, because you wont get this story at all. This first chapter goes
through things a little quickly changing from one subject to another. I know its not very professional
but its enough to introduce you to the background of the story. Here we go.
Chapter 1
I can still remember my grandfathers voice echoing through the house as if he had just spoken. Dark and
mysterious, yet stumbled and clumsy was his voice. It always had an undesided and curious sound to it. But I
can still remember every story he told me. Every detail seems so vivid to me. The pictures are so clear, it
was as if I had seen it in a dream or even in real life. How could something so detailed be pictured in my
mind.
My grandfathers stories were always very interesting. He would tell me tales from when he was in
SOLDIER, back when it exsisted, and how he joined a group called Avalanche. He would speak of things that I
had never know to exist. In fact, not many knew of what he spoke of. Things in the outside world. Things the
village had yet to experience. Materia, summons, monsters, mako, and the evil and depression that burdend the
villages, whose names where nothing more than sector numbers and whose true names had long been forgotten.
Grandfather died last spring. Outside forces... The Omni came to our town. They asked of wild things.
Things called the Elementals and the Sparks. My grandfather did his best to protect our defenseless village.
He told them we didnt know anything called the sparks or the elementals.
"Out of our way old man," one guard shouted.
"Kill him... There is no use in having an old man around," a dark voice said from behind the group. I
never saw my grandfather again.
Since that rainy day strange things have been happening. In the grass I found a small diamond shaped
crystal. Inside was a swirl of green magic. It looked like the materia that my granfather had described to
me. But this was not round, and as far as I could tell, had no magic powers what so ever. I also have been
having a dream that I can't seem to shake. It seems so real. Like I could reach out and touch it; as if
everything in that dream were really happening, over and over and over agian. And unlike other dreams, I can't
wake up from it untill it's over. My mother has tried, my father has tried, and my sister has even tired. Not
one can budge me from this coma till my dream is finished. It's as if I am trapped in a boundless world with
only one thing olding me back... One thing tieing my there... Something that speaks so clearly, but so
nonunderstandable.
First off, I would like to say thank you for attempting to read my story. But if you havnt played Final
Fantasy 7, nows a good time to turn back, because you wont get this story at all. This first chapter goes
through things a little quickly changing from one subject to another. I know its not very professional
but its enough to introduce you to the background of the story. Here we go.
Chapter 1
I can still remember my grandfathers voice echoing through the house as if he had just spoken. Dark and
mysterious, yet stumbled and clumsy was his voice. It always had an undesided and curious sound to it. But I
can still remember every story he told me. Every detail seems so vivid to me. The pictures are so clear, it
was as if I had seen it in a dream or even in real life. How could something so detailed be pictured in my
mind.
My grandfathers stories were always very interesting. He would tell me tales from when he was in
SOLDIER, back when it exsisted, and how he joined a group called Avalanche. He would speak of things that I
had never know to exist. In fact, not many knew of what he spoke of. Things in the outside world. Things the
village had yet to experience. Materia, summons, monsters, mako, and the evil and depression that burdend the
villages, whose names where nothing more than sector numbers and whose true names had long been forgotten.
Grandfather died last spring. Outside forces... The Omni came to our town. They asked of wild things.
Things called the Elementals and the Sparks. My grandfather did his best to protect our defenseless village.
He told them we didnt know anything called the sparks or the elementals.
"Out of our way old man," one guard shouted.
"Kill him... There is no use in having an old man around," a dark voice said from behind the group. I
never saw my grandfather again.
Since that rainy day strange things have been happening. In the grass I found a small diamond shaped
crystal. Inside was a swirl of green magic. It looked like the materia that my granfather had described to
me. But this was not round, and as far as I could tell, had no magic powers what so ever. I also have been
having a dream that I can't seem to shake. It seems so real. Like I could reach out and touch it; as if
everything in that dream were really happening, over and over and over agian. And unlike other dreams, I can't
wake up from it untill it's over. My mother has tried, my father has tried, and my sister has even tired. Not
one can budge me from this coma till my dream is finished. It's as if I am trapped in a boundless world with
only one thing olding me back... One thing tieing my there... Something that speaks so clearly, but so
nonunderstandable.