Final Fantasy VII: Prologue
The stars shined like tiny beacons in the night sky. The waves lapped against the shore. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze. A shame it was then, that the inhabitants of Midgar couldn't see all of this. All the citizens fortunate enough to be above the giant metallic plate had to put up with the Shinra Headquarters, a 70 floor building where President Shinra himself was based in, and the fumes from the eight Mako Reactors that powered the giant city. Even the starry sky seemed to be pure black during the night due to the pollution from Midgar. During the day, a dull grey blocked out the sun. Those below the plate were in the slum territory and there was no chance they would be able to see the sky at all, even if it wasn't worth looking at.
Down the alley of a busy back street stood a very young woman. She was examining a fractured Mako pipe along the ground that gave off a faint green glow, emanating the area around her. She watched as little quantities of Mako occasionally escaped the pipe and drifted up into the air before evaporating into thin air. She eventually rose from her crouched position, looked around her miserable surroundings, picked up her flower basket and made her way back up the dark, cold alley.
She emerged onto a major road. She looked to her left, spotting a small group of homeless people, all wearing tattered worn out clothes. They were sitting round a small fire, holding out their cold and shaking hands towards the flames like their life depended on it. The young girl turned the other direction, hoping to see something slightly more pleasant. Unfortunately, a group of podgy middle-aged men stood around a lamppost, smoking giant cigars and drinking out of what appeared to be whiskey bottles. They wolf-whistled and cheered at a young girl walking along the other side of the road, although any man would have done the same with the short skirt she was wearing.
The flower woman was ready to cross the road and took one step onto it, when a car zoomed in front of her. The rush of air made her pink and red dress and long brown hair swirl around her vigorously. She stood for a moment and gave a long sigh, looking into her little flower basket. She hadn't been selling flowers at all lately, but decided to stay put for a little longer, just in case someone interesting came along...
The stars shined like tiny beacons in the night sky. The waves lapped against the shore. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze. A shame it was then, that the inhabitants of Midgar couldn't see all of this. All the citizens fortunate enough to be above the giant metallic plate had to put up with the Shinra Headquarters, a 70 floor building where President Shinra himself was based in, and the fumes from the eight Mako Reactors that powered the giant city. Even the starry sky seemed to be pure black during the night due to the pollution from Midgar. During the day, a dull grey blocked out the sun. Those below the plate were in the slum territory and there was no chance they would be able to see the sky at all, even if it wasn't worth looking at.
Down the alley of a busy back street stood a very young woman. She was examining a fractured Mako pipe along the ground that gave off a faint green glow, emanating the area around her. She watched as little quantities of Mako occasionally escaped the pipe and drifted up into the air before evaporating into thin air. She eventually rose from her crouched position, looked around her miserable surroundings, picked up her flower basket and made her way back up the dark, cold alley.
She emerged onto a major road. She looked to her left, spotting a small group of homeless people, all wearing tattered worn out clothes. They were sitting round a small fire, holding out their cold and shaking hands towards the flames like their life depended on it. The young girl turned the other direction, hoping to see something slightly more pleasant. Unfortunately, a group of podgy middle-aged men stood around a lamppost, smoking giant cigars and drinking out of what appeared to be whiskey bottles. They wolf-whistled and cheered at a young girl walking along the other side of the road, although any man would have done the same with the short skirt she was wearing.
The flower woman was ready to cross the road and took one step onto it, when a car zoomed in front of her. The rush of air made her pink and red dress and long brown hair swirl around her vigorously. She stood for a moment and gave a long sigh, looking into her little flower basket. She hadn't been selling flowers at all lately, but decided to stay put for a little longer, just in case someone interesting came along...