[Prelude - Showdown of Fate]
Cloud can be seen in the distance, entering the coliseum.
"After all this time, I've finally made it.", the intangible words formed in his mind.
He walks forth when unexpectedly, a black feather falls from above, drifting from side to side until it reaches the ground. A shadow descends behind the feather, followed by a pair of muscular legs wrapped around tightly by leather. As our view rises upward, we see a black angel wing, where the feather originated, sprouting from the back of a man with long silver hair... the man is Sephiroth.
They are now faced with each other, Sephiroth looks onto Cloud, and Cloud looks onto Sephiroth. Cloud's ragged cape flaps due to the wind, and Sephiroth's long hair mimics that motion. None showing the slightest symptom of emotion.
"So we meet at last.", Cloud is the first to speak.
Sephiroth follows, "I was searching for you too."
"As long as you exist, I can't wake from this nightmare. You are my darkness."
Sephiroth opens his arms widely and speaks, as if mocking Cloud, and at the same time, declaring it to the world as if it held some importance.
"Is that so?, I shall draw you into darkness. Into the nightmare that forever deprives you of light, from which you can never awaken."
Cloud's response is one of action, and not words. He quickly raises the Buster Sword above his head, which had layed dormant at the grip of his hand, and stations it in front of him with both hands holding tightly. Sephiroth slowly reaches for the Masamune at the side of his waist. The men stand in front of each other, in complete battle stance, electricity crackles around them, a small demonstration of their power which was now elevating as a preparation for battle. They remain like this for a few seconds, when in conjunction, they charge towards each other. Sephiroth runs rapidly, his long black wing soaring through the air encountering no resistance from friction. Cloud jumps forward, keeping low towards the ground. Both of the fighter's swords come from behind and meet where their handlers do, the collision birthing a sphere of light which grows out of non-existence and soon returns there. Cloud is surrounded by blue erratic lines of electricity, and red electricity surges through Sephiroth. The men withdraw backwards from the stalemate, Cloud's own black demonic wing surfaces, and he charges towards Sephiroth with even more speed than before. Again, a sphere of white light emerges from the clash of the two gigantic weapons, they seperate, Cloud somersaults forward, landing on the ground, and Sephiroth spins around jumping into the air, the Buster Sword and Masamune collide again inbetween midair and the foes. Cloud immediately ascends to the level of Sephiroth, striking his sword against the other, and the battle becomes airborn. They swipe their weapons violently several times, the clinging of metal resonating through the deserted arena, and sparks from the metal dissapearing into thin air. Just as they had done so in the ground, Cloud and Sephiroth apart once more. Time freezing, Cloud stares briefly at Sephiroth, a sentiment of ferocity flowing freely in his eyes, the lower portion of his face concealed by his shoulder armor, and the Buster Sword awaiting another round. Sephiroth looks down, folding his arms in front of his chest, one on top of the other, the blade of the Masamune closest to the handle coming into contact with the left side of his collar flaps. Sephiroth's line of vision rises, time goes into fast- forward, and attack ensues from both parties simultaneously.
The sounds of attack can be heard, but the attacks themselves are mere blurs. Only spheres of light and dissipating sparks are visible. The super- power of these two fighters was too great to be restrained by the earth, and so, this showdown of fate was something only the heavens could relish.
After a unbroken streak of attacks, Cloud flips backwards in the air, employing complete control over his body, as if gravity held no judgement over his movements. He lunges at Sephiroth, striking down on him, hitting nothing but a ball of blue light oultined with a white stripe, and a cloud of black feathers. A stream of flashing lights lead to the sky. Sephiroth had teleported, now much higher than Cloud, and the distance between them much greater. It took only an instant to realize Sephiroth's new location. The man wielding the Masamune taunted him, gesturing with his hand to come closer. Cloud held the Buster Sword horizontally, one hand firmly on the handle, and the other at the end of it. He flew upwards, now with resilience as never before in his mako-blue eyes. Sephiroth, equally as decided to make this the finishing blow, waves his sword backwards to increase the amount of force behind his swing. The weapons impact for one final time, a blinding flash of light emitts from the collision of the fighter's confrontation, and sound, time, and space all faint indistinctly. Suddenly, the words spoken by the man Cloud had met earlier raced through his mind... they had struck close at heart.
"Defeating Sephiroth will gain you nothing! What does it matter if the memories of your past are false? Your friends are still alive, and they're waiting for you. With them, you'll make new memories, think back on them, and you'll have a new past!"
Cloud can be seen in the distance, entering the coliseum.
"After all this time, I've finally made it.", the intangible words formed in his mind.
He walks forth when unexpectedly, a black feather falls from above, drifting from side to side until it reaches the ground. A shadow descends behind the feather, followed by a pair of muscular legs wrapped around tightly by leather. As our view rises upward, we see a black angel wing, where the feather originated, sprouting from the back of a man with long silver hair... the man is Sephiroth.
They are now faced with each other, Sephiroth looks onto Cloud, and Cloud looks onto Sephiroth. Cloud's ragged cape flaps due to the wind, and Sephiroth's long hair mimics that motion. None showing the slightest symptom of emotion.
"So we meet at last.", Cloud is the first to speak.
Sephiroth follows, "I was searching for you too."
"As long as you exist, I can't wake from this nightmare. You are my darkness."
Sephiroth opens his arms widely and speaks, as if mocking Cloud, and at the same time, declaring it to the world as if it held some importance.
"Is that so?, I shall draw you into darkness. Into the nightmare that forever deprives you of light, from which you can never awaken."
Cloud's response is one of action, and not words. He quickly raises the Buster Sword above his head, which had layed dormant at the grip of his hand, and stations it in front of him with both hands holding tightly. Sephiroth slowly reaches for the Masamune at the side of his waist. The men stand in front of each other, in complete battle stance, electricity crackles around them, a small demonstration of their power which was now elevating as a preparation for battle. They remain like this for a few seconds, when in conjunction, they charge towards each other. Sephiroth runs rapidly, his long black wing soaring through the air encountering no resistance from friction. Cloud jumps forward, keeping low towards the ground. Both of the fighter's swords come from behind and meet where their handlers do, the collision birthing a sphere of light which grows out of non-existence and soon returns there. Cloud is surrounded by blue erratic lines of electricity, and red electricity surges through Sephiroth. The men withdraw backwards from the stalemate, Cloud's own black demonic wing surfaces, and he charges towards Sephiroth with even more speed than before. Again, a sphere of white light emerges from the clash of the two gigantic weapons, they seperate, Cloud somersaults forward, landing on the ground, and Sephiroth spins around jumping into the air, the Buster Sword and Masamune collide again inbetween midair and the foes. Cloud immediately ascends to the level of Sephiroth, striking his sword against the other, and the battle becomes airborn. They swipe their weapons violently several times, the clinging of metal resonating through the deserted arena, and sparks from the metal dissapearing into thin air. Just as they had done so in the ground, Cloud and Sephiroth apart once more. Time freezing, Cloud stares briefly at Sephiroth, a sentiment of ferocity flowing freely in his eyes, the lower portion of his face concealed by his shoulder armor, and the Buster Sword awaiting another round. Sephiroth looks down, folding his arms in front of his chest, one on top of the other, the blade of the Masamune closest to the handle coming into contact with the left side of his collar flaps. Sephiroth's line of vision rises, time goes into fast- forward, and attack ensues from both parties simultaneously.
The sounds of attack can be heard, but the attacks themselves are mere blurs. Only spheres of light and dissipating sparks are visible. The super- power of these two fighters was too great to be restrained by the earth, and so, this showdown of fate was something only the heavens could relish.
After a unbroken streak of attacks, Cloud flips backwards in the air, employing complete control over his body, as if gravity held no judgement over his movements. He lunges at Sephiroth, striking down on him, hitting nothing but a ball of blue light oultined with a white stripe, and a cloud of black feathers. A stream of flashing lights lead to the sky. Sephiroth had teleported, now much higher than Cloud, and the distance between them much greater. It took only an instant to realize Sephiroth's new location. The man wielding the Masamune taunted him, gesturing with his hand to come closer. Cloud held the Buster Sword horizontally, one hand firmly on the handle, and the other at the end of it. He flew upwards, now with resilience as never before in his mako-blue eyes. Sephiroth, equally as decided to make this the finishing blow, waves his sword backwards to increase the amount of force behind his swing. The weapons impact for one final time, a blinding flash of light emitts from the collision of the fighter's confrontation, and sound, time, and space all faint indistinctly. Suddenly, the words spoken by the man Cloud had met earlier raced through his mind... they had struck close at heart.
"Defeating Sephiroth will gain you nothing! What does it matter if the memories of your past are false? Your friends are still alive, and they're waiting for you. With them, you'll make new memories, think back on them, and you'll have a new past!"