I warn ya. This is not going to be what you think.
Discalimer I do not own FF 7
Cloud unwraps an letter delivered to him. The sender was annonimous and it had been held up in storage for several years. No one noticed it and no one delivered it. It was found a couple days ago and someone finially decided that it needed to be delivered to it's recipiant... One Cloud Strife. Cloud opens the book and begins to read.
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'Hello,
It's me your future dad, you only know me as your best freind Zack. I don't know how to put it into words, but I'm really your father. The older Zack sent a message to me, his younger self to wright this and then go foward in time to save you. It's amazing to belive that the woman next to me is pregnant. I just found out yesturday and then my future self sends me a message.
Take care, and tell your mother your dad's fine. She broke down apperently really bad when you died. She couldn't take it, she went insane, then Sephiroth took over. The message was sent as the metor was closing in to distroy them all. Well Cloud I have to go.
It's funny.
Zack Strife'
The night was cold and crisp and his darling girlfriend lay curled up sleeping away. He smiles as he brushes her hair back. It was amazing that he'd never see this face agian. This angelic face that slept so peacefully everynight.
"I here Cloud is a great name." Zack whispers in her ear. "And I love you."
She moans and rolls over. Zack grabs his sword and sneaks out the door. Taking a look up at the stars. It was a warm night, and his heart ached to stay but this was for his son. He walks to where his older self found a time drift in the life stream. It was a chance, but it was for his son. He turns around and walks back wards till the house disappears. He didn't want to miss one second. Then sadly he turns his back away. There was a mission to be done.
A shadow crosses his path, it wasn't just going to be just a calculated guess, but a challenge. For if his future self got a message through, someone probably was here to stop him. Zack takes off at a jog. He still had time.
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Sorry it's short.
Discalimer I do not own FF 7
Cloud unwraps an letter delivered to him. The sender was annonimous and it had been held up in storage for several years. No one noticed it and no one delivered it. It was found a couple days ago and someone finially decided that it needed to be delivered to it's recipiant... One Cloud Strife. Cloud opens the book and begins to read.
~~~
'Hello,
It's me your future dad, you only know me as your best freind Zack. I don't know how to put it into words, but I'm really your father. The older Zack sent a message to me, his younger self to wright this and then go foward in time to save you. It's amazing to belive that the woman next to me is pregnant. I just found out yesturday and then my future self sends me a message.
Take care, and tell your mother your dad's fine. She broke down apperently really bad when you died. She couldn't take it, she went insane, then Sephiroth took over. The message was sent as the metor was closing in to distroy them all. Well Cloud I have to go.
It's funny.
Zack Strife'
The night was cold and crisp and his darling girlfriend lay curled up sleeping away. He smiles as he brushes her hair back. It was amazing that he'd never see this face agian. This angelic face that slept so peacefully everynight.
"I here Cloud is a great name." Zack whispers in her ear. "And I love you."
She moans and rolls over. Zack grabs his sword and sneaks out the door. Taking a look up at the stars. It was a warm night, and his heart ached to stay but this was for his son. He walks to where his older self found a time drift in the life stream. It was a chance, but it was for his son. He turns around and walks back wards till the house disappears. He didn't want to miss one second. Then sadly he turns his back away. There was a mission to be done.
A shadow crosses his path, it wasn't just going to be just a calculated guess, but a challenge. For if his future self got a message through, someone probably was here to stop him. Zack takes off at a jog. He still had time.
***
Sorry it's short.