Author's note:

Hello there everyone!

First of all, I would like to thank all of you who spend time reading in the internet – just like me – and comment, review, give constructive opinions and care to open your mind to us. I admire all FF VII characters, artwork and everything concerned, but hey, they're property of Square Enix, so – I (sadly) own nothing.

This is my first fic online. My mind has been working fast lately about this whole new story I am about to share with you.

So… that is why I am giving you some details, so you can grow a little bit curious about it: The plot line is set right after Sephiroth throws himself into the doom, along with Jenova's head. As you all well remember, Cloud had wounded him and Sephiroth wasn't thinking straight – in other words, he had gone mad.

In this story there is a new character involved. She is a technician, working with ShinRa, responsible for maintenance tasks. She has a dark, sad past and she lives a difficult life as a runaway, wishing she could be just… invisible. Her name is Sora. I chose this name because it has a gracefulness that I find rather enjoyable to pronounce. And it is a name that fits worldwide languages. Anyway she is young and she will face the appalling unknown, the uncertainty of destiny's claws… sooner than she might think.

So, until I finish the official first chapter, here it is a small taste of this brand new story... "Dreamcatcher ".

Prologue

I felt my head was spinning, hazy. I didn't know what that noise was… exactly. But it was sharp against my fragile, massacred ears.

It was only my mobile phone.

I got up from my bed fast – maybe too fast for my own benefit. Strangely entwined in between bed sheets and thick wool covers, my sleepy hand reached for the noisy device that seemed to have gained life of its own.

"Hello…" My voice must have sounded like I was buried deep in a world war two bunker of some sort.

"Sora?" A male voice. Usually, it would freak me out to listen to a male voice at this time of the night but… I recognized that voice already, from the last six months of my life. It was my supervisor.

"Yes, sir."

"I am sorry to disturb your holidays at such inappropriate hour."

I breathed evenly, thinking the inevitable .Yeah, cut the crap already…

"What is it?"

"Did you not hear about what happened at our work area?" My supervisor seemed to be genuinely surprised.

"No…"

"Well I guess you really were away from reality then."

I was on vacation. It means to disconnect from real world...

"So, what happened?"

"A disturbance with the higher rank of… military troops." He mumbled.

"What, the Soldier force?" I was having a hard time believing that. What, the military couldn't keep their testosterone conflicts in their own vicinity?

"Yes, things got unstable a week ago and there was some sort of mutiny between them. The village near Niebelheim was destroyed, not to mention people dead."

Oh. My. God. This was really serious. People had been killed. Hell must have broken loose in that place! I was only capable of being silent, as I heard my supervisor speaking.

"And there is the thing. Our place of work was shut down."

"What? How come they shut down the reactor?"

"Something happened there… and there is secrecy about it."

Wow that was a plus. Secret events happening in random radioactive places. Nice.

"Now what?" I breathed.

"We'll be reassigned. No idea when and where."

"So that is why you are calling me at 6 a.m.?"

"No. I am calling you because the president ordered that maintenance staff must check out the reactor to prevent eventualities, on a weekly basis."

He had got to be kidding me.

"But the thing is shut down. There are no such things as eventualities concerning that."

"Well we have to do it, no matter what."

"So… what are we supposed to do? To wander around and check out if that thing remains dead?"

I knew I shouldn't call "thing" to Mr. Reactor itself. But hey, since it was literally dead… why not?

"Basically, yes."

"It is ridiculous but… if they're still paying me to do that…I guess it is fine."

"There is nothing to worry about. You just go there and do your job as you used to. The only difference is that, now… the monster is silenced."

Well my supervisor won me on that one. He was very fond of mysticisms.

"O.k. I'll go this evening, then."

"Call me when you're done. I have to report to the president."

"Since when do you report to the president?"

"Apparently… since now."

"Very well then. Bye"

"Bye."

Something really big must have happened. My supervisor reporting to the president itself! It was insane, to say the least.

With a swift move I got out of bed, in search of the plug to turn the television on. I did not connect the television since I finally had those days to myself. Yes, I was on vacation but I didn't travel. I chose to stay at home and rest, to bathe in the crushing silence of my scarcely decorated apartment. I was very fond of silence and calm. I had had my dose of noise, beating and nonsense violence… but I was already free of it, five years and counting.

Apparently, I was good running away from people… I had been quite effective disappearing out of thin air… and I didn't even have to change my name.

Suddenly, the TV was on and I immediately recognized the news channel reporter vocalizing about what had happened about a week ago.

I sit comfortably in my bed, again, and I listened, hoping I didn't miss anything vital that would eventually compromise the little trip to my out-of-order ex-place of work, this very afternoon.

So, what do you think? Excessively obvious or... interesting? Anyway it is just a small taste of it. R&R as you like and give me as much feedback as you want!

I'll post soon...