Well...this is my first story. Please give me good reviews as i'm still trying to write a good love story. The whole series took me 4 months to think, write and i'm still redoing the typos of the scripts. I'll try to upload one chapter a day if i have the time to do so.

Prologue

Cloud...

The voice echoed in the dark. Cloud looked into the emptiness to find the source, but it had seemed to come from all around him.

Cloud...

The voice again. Cloud tried to figure out who the voice belonged to. It had sounded….familiar…nostalgic…

A flash of light blinded Cloud. He covered his eyes from the light. Slowly, the light faded. Cloud opened his eyes, and was shocked to see Sephiroth standing in front of him, his sword plunged deep into the back of Aeris. Sephiroth smiled at Cloud, and withdrew the sword. Aeris silently fell forward into Cloud's arms. Aeris looked into Cloud's eyes one last time.

He felt... something... Anger? Hatred? Fear? A sense of loss? He couldn't give it a name, but he could identify the feeling. And it only made him angry.

Cloud knew what would happen next. Sephiroth would gloat, then leave Cloud to battle another part of Jenova.

But that's not what happened next.

Sephiroth raised his sword again. He walked towards Cloud. Cloud reached for his sword, but Sephiroth's sword came down and--

A clash of thunder woke Cloud from his sleep. Cloud breathed heavily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had the dream again... The voice... then Sephiroth kills him...

Cloud sat up, and swung his legs off the bed, wearing only boxers. He turned and looked at Tifa. She slept soundly. For the millionth time since they decided to move in together, he watched her sleep. He found watching her so relaxing. And the gently falling rain made him even more so.

But for some reason, he couldn't relax tonight.

For the 124th night in a row, Cloud went over to his dresser, and opened a secret compartment. In it was a little black box. Cloud silently walked downstairs. He pulled his favorite chair up to the window, and sat down. As he watched the rain come down, he wondered if he should propose to Tifa. He opened the box, and looked at the ring.

The ring was golden, with a light blue jewel in the center of it. He recalled buying this ring for Tifa over 6 months ago, when he visited Yuffie in Wutai. He'd haggled at the price for about 15 minutes. He almost left without it, but the man finally lowered his price to 4000 Gil. A high price, sure, but his Tifa was worth it.

On his way home, he'd stopped by Cosmo Canyon to see Red 13, and catch up on times. Bugenhagen had felt the presence of a powerful force coming from Cloud's pocket when he entered the room. Cloud showed him the ring. That's when they found out that the jewel in the ring was actually a materia of some sort. Bugenhagen couldn't identify what it did right away. That would take several weeks, and Cloud had to leave in the morning.

Cloud slumped back in his chair. He looked out the window at his hometown of Nibelheim. Sure, all the buildings where rebuilt by Shinra, but he had to admit... He couldn't tell the difference between this house, and the one he grew up in. But he knows. Something about this new house... didn't feel right. Not like his old home felt. There was something missing in the replica.

Memories. He thought. Memories of Mom... Of growing up here... Of Tifa...

Cloud leaned forward and looked down the street at Tifa's house. Why Tifa had insisted on making it a museum of the final days of Shinra, he'll never know. All she ever said was "It's important to me."

Cloud shrugged it off and turned his attention to the other end of the street. Tifa's new bar, "The End of the World" was still busy. A couple of drunks walked out, arms around each other, singing songs that only drunk men can sing.

Cloud's attention returned to the ring. What should he do? He wanted to propose to Tifa, and live happily ever after... But what was holding him back? Was he still in love with Aeris so much that he subconsciously held himself back?

I got to get away. Just for a few days to think. He decided.

Quietly, Cloud snuck back to the bedroom. He quickly grabbed his uniform, and snuck back out. He quickly dressed himself, and packed a few supplies. Then he sat down to write the letter to Tifa. But he didn't know what to write! 'Hey, don't worry! I just went away for a few days to think about marrying you.'? That didn't make a lot of sense.

Cloud...

The voice snapped Cloud to attention. The Voice? He thought. He looked around the room. Nothing. After a thought, he pinched himself. "Ouch!" He wasn't dreaming.

Cloud... help me...

The voice sounded closer. He recognized the voice, but he couldn't place it! But what worried him was that he usually heard it only in his dreams. He was wide-awake now...

He decided to change his plan.

Moving swiftly, but soundlessly, Cloud snuck back into the bedroom, and retrieved his sword. He was about to leave, but paused at the doorway. He turned and looked at Tifa.

Should I wake her? He wondered. He considered leaving her a note, but what could he say? 'I'm hearing voices asking for me to help, then I'm dreaming Aeris's death every night, and I'm off to someplace.'? That made him sound even MORE insane.

No. He thought. It's best if Tifa doesn't know what I'm doing. He finally decided.

Cloud snuck out of the room, grabbed his supplies, and walked outside.

The rain poured down upon Cloud as he ran across the street to the gates of Nibelheim. Cloud stopped, and looked back at his house. He saw the light in their bedroom come on. Tifa apparently woke up.

Cloud wanted to tell her, but it would be too dangerous for her to come. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't want her to get hurt. He quickly turned and left before Tifa could have a chance to stop him.

However, Cloud would have left more swiftly, if he'd seen the eyes that watched him go. They did not come from Tifa's bedroom, but from a darken room at the Inn. Most people could not see eyes in darken rooms. But it was different when the eyes glowed with the power of Mako. The owner of the eyes had been waiting for something like this. There was only one thing to do now.

Report in.

That's that for the prologue. Stay tune for the rest.