Sephiroths' Daughter
Authors' note: I don't own any of the rights to FF.. I hope the guys at Square Enix will be kind and not sue the hell out of me for taking a little liberty with a story. To that end, this story only uses two of their characters, Aerith and Sephiroth. they belong to Square, not me. Sephira is mine, sorta. Thanks to Square for dropping so much groundwork this story sort of wrote itself.
Special thanks to Nobuo Uematsu for his musical inspirations: Nobuo-San, arigatÅ gozaimasu,Honto ni suki desu. not sure I said that right.. hope so.
Another thanks to the late great John Cash for his songs, "Ain't no Grave" and "Gods' Gonna Cut You Down" which are the primary inspirations for the story. The light lives on, John. The fight goes on. thanks for paving the road.
Foreward
Have you ever wondered, What If? Well this story is exactly that. What if, someone managed to get ahold of Aeriths' blood from Sephiroths sword, and was also able to get the One Winged Angels' at the same time? now, what if they used those and created a child the same way the Nightmare was created? Imagine, a child who was part Ancient, part Jenova.. What if?
Gaia Help us.
Prologue
i.
It has been 20 years since Kadaj had tried to bring Sephiroth back, and many still remembered the battle. the city still bore the scars like some proud warrior; it was believed nobody could bring The Nightmare back to the world, and that the threat was gone for good.
They were wrong.
Secretly, rogue scientists had captured blood from The General, and were trying in secret to bring him back. If only they knew how close he already was to returning...
1.
Rain fell softly on Midgar, the clouds overhead a pale gray where patches of sun and blue sky tried to peek through; Intermittent sprinkles had fallen all day and the storm seemed to still grip the city in its grasp, a grasp that seem both determined but graceful and gentle. Phira moved through the crowd her short cropped hair obscured under a wide hat, her green eyes darting around as she shifted the scarf covering her face. Moving silent as a ghost through the city she came to a large abandoned mill, the wind howling through its windows with a off-pitch shrill.
Slipping inside she slid the door behind her watching through the dirty glass until she was satisfied she had not been followed, then Phira made her way to the lift that would carry her to the top floor of the six story industrial complex long abandoned by Shinra. Up here none of the windows were broken, and the air was warm and smelled of fresh bread. She saw Lusta moving around the kitchen and made her way to her quarters in the back corner, opening the door she slipped into a room that seemed out of place with the rest of the building; the room itself looked as though it were a fucntioning office that would fit into any corporate building without notice. It was clean and immaculately decorated in simple wood-and-gold tones.
Phira made her way through the office into the room behind it, there a small bedroom littered with the minor clutter life created held out in the corners, but the rest of the room was perfectly kept; the bed made, the pillows on the couch all arranged geometrically. It was as though a war was going on about how the room was to be kept although she lived alone, save for the white cat who lounged on the bed sleeping in the last ray of sunlight pouring through the window. Sitting down, she took the huge white-haired cat and laid him in her lap, he looked up at her and blinked as she began to pet him then lounged his eyes closed.
"Oh General," she said, stroking him as she looked out the window, "I am so glad to see you." General only purred in response, laying still in her lap for as long as she would pet him. As soon as she stopped, he would hop down and glare at her like how dare she, then he moved over by the window and would lay down and thump his tail precociously against the floor. A mind of his own, she thought as she glided across the room where dinner was already waiting for her. Lusta never seemed to miss a beat, like the mother Phira never knew.
She would eat, shower, then return a few hours later as the sun had finally given up its' mighty perch and let the stars shine at last. Towelling out her short silver hair she let the towel fall across her bare breasts as she watched the lights of the city twinkle on one by one. She smiled, as much as she hated this place, she loved it too because she realized how beautiful it was at night. She dressed quickly and went back into the main room, towelling her hair, now a silver and blue color. Phira always hated the color of her hair because even as a young girl, for some reason she could not explain, it had drawn hateful looks from strangers on the street; people she didn't even know looked at her like she had murdered their families in front of them.
Sighing she would sit and flip on the television, to an announcer blaring another announcement for another appearance of Cloud Strife, "Yeah, whatever." She said flipping channels randomly.. though inwardly she did muse that he was pretty cute, for an older guy. she would flip to a music channel and listen for a bit, heading into the kitchen to grab her flowerpot and fill it with water, General curling around her feet purring as he circled her then put his head in the food dish not far away. "You eat too much old man." She says then giggles a little.. Sephira would open a can of cat food and dish it out to the rather portly white feline before putting flower food in her water pot and heading up the stairs to the roof.
Flipping a hatch door open she moved up to the roof where nearly every inch was covered in flowers. It was her secret passion hidden away from all but the most well-lofted individuals flying through Midgar, but it was protected from vandals and the fumes of vehicles here. walking about she watered each plant with a little of the water, not very much.. Then would fill the pot repeatedly with rainwater from the half of a barrel she had on the roof to catch rain, it was split top to bottom forming a trough that more easily caught the rains as they fell and this was what she used to water her rooftop garden. She mused how nothing else would grow for her, the only thing she had luck with was cats and flowers.
She really didnt have to water much with the rains having passed so soon, but she felt more at peace here than anywhere else. When she did finaly return inside she would glide quietly through the house and, after bidding her 'mother' goodnight she would slip into bed, the coolness of the sheets son giving way to a comfortable warmth.
Then, the dreams began.
2.
It was always one of two dreams, she always heard a voice, sometimes is was a man, his voice deep, concilitory, with a tinge of darkness laden with a smoothness. Ever since she was young she had them but only in recent days had she begun to remember.. The other voice was a womans voice, calm, strong, and pious with a steady confidence, and this dream began with that voice.
Phira?
Yes, ma'am?
Ma'am? when did we get to be so formal?
...
Call me mother, if you like. I would not mind.
Are you my mother?
In a way, yes.
Where are you?
Near, Phira. I am always near you.
Mother?
Yes Phira?
Why did you leave me?
I was never really there. I was here, waiting for you.
What does that mean? I mean, really.
And then she was falling.. falling..
Then the light around her began to shift to a cloudy , almost muted darkness, a mist swirling around her. She knew now the other voice would come.
Sephira.
Why do you call me that?
It is your name. You are of a distant royal line, my girl,
?
My girl, you are capable of great things, things beyond your imagining.
--End Chapter one