Prologue
The little princess ran through the halls of the castle away from the kitchen errand boy she hit with rotten dumb apples. She was laughing as she ran listening to the young 7 year old boy yelling. The 5 year old princess giggled as she rounded the corner and hid behind a potted plant. The boy ran past her and stood trying to figure out where she had gone. The young princess could see he had remnants of rotten fruit on his clothing and in his blonde spiky chocobo-like hair. She went to move to run but gave away her position and the boy turned.
"Hey you! Get back here you little brat." He said charging at her his blue eyes burning with fury. He could see the look of terror in her hazel colored eyes. The girl turned to run but the he caught her by her long black braid, unintentionally pulling it, causing her to fall to the ground. The princess fell with a squeak, and landed scraping her elbow and legs. She then started crying.
"You're mean! Sephiroth!" She yelled through tears.
At hearing the young girl's voice, a long silver haired guard in his late 20s came running down the hall to her aid, followed closely behind by the queen, a red-haired female in her late 20s
"Princess Tifa, are you hurt?" The guard said bending down to the princess's height.
"The boy pulled me down by my hair" The princess said through tears. The guard Sephiroth picked up Tifa and handed her to the queen. The queen then started to walk away from the scene. Tifa over her mother's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the young boy. Sephiroth walked over to the boy and smacked him on the head
"Ow! What was that for?" The boy asked.
"You hurt the princess. What is your name boy?" Sephiroth said angrily
"Cloud Strife, sir. I work in the kitchen."
"Well then Cloud, I will be talking to your the cook about this. Return the the kitchen now"
Cloud then turned and walked away toward the kitchen.