In The Mess Of It All
Somewhere in the mess of it all, The Great Leviathan is crying, dark tear drops splattering heavily against the many roofs. And somewhere, off in the distance, in the land of the hills and mountains, there is a distinct, agonizing roar of thunder. A clash of lighting. More violent raindrops, intent on drowning the land.
Weeping, weeping. The Great One is weeping.
Leviathan's deluge has lead to flooding. What once were considered crops out in the farmlands has degenerated to uselessness; lightning all at once illuminates the sky once more, barely outlining the trampled remains of homes, of His Nation's Stand Against The East.
Somewhere in the mess of it all, Little Yuffie is crying in the shadows, dark tear drops splattering heavily at the thought of her mother, gone. And somewhere, off in the distance, in the land of the hills and mountains, the Shinra troops retreat with their Tall Leader, leaving the land they have raped.
And what for? What for? the little girl wonders.
Every night the memory haunts her—and gives her strength to continue on with the promise she has made to her country.