Angelic
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: I don't own FF7. Square does.
Author's Note: This is a repost. Actually, I've been reposting quite a few of my fics lately (because nobody reads them. x__x) I've almost completely redone this story, all of Aerith's prayers are different, and I changed the P.O.V. Plus I edited it, hoorah!
Summary: Aerith prays to the planet-- for peace and her Angel. Cloaer.
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[Can you hear my prayer?]
Sitting alone on that altar, my hands clasped together in front of me, head bowed slightly, I listen to the Planet. And the Planet listens to me, the words that I could only think but not speak aloud, words in the old tongue, the language of the Ancients. The language of my people.
[Listen to what I have to say.]
I feel the words on my lips. A prayer for the planet. The planet which I will die to keep alive. I can hear the planet calling to me in the voices of those in the lifestream. I hear a thousand voices, a thousand sharps, a thousand flats, melding together to create one, single voice, clear and true.
[For peace. For the planet.]
There is a silence, and I lift my head to the sky and stare straight into a pair of shining, glowing blue eyes. And I see straight through them to the person within. He is as scared as I. He is relieved to find me, but does not smile. I tilt my head up to face him and I smile brightly. I am relieved to see him. I want to hold him, to tell him how I really feel. To tell him that I love him. I slowly get to my feet.
[For Holy. I pray for deliverance. For both himself... and I.]
I see the sword go through my stomach before I feel it. The long, curved, silver scythe penetrate through my dress and skin. I flop over, hearing only my heart beat. Then I feel the pain spread slowly from the wound, white-hot pain. I gasp for air, unable to breathe.
[Am I... a sacrifice? Is my death... in vain?]
I land on the altar, my cheek touching the cold stone. I close my eyes, try to remain awake. Slowly I am lifted from the ground in warm arms. Cloud. He holds me close to his heart, and the tears roll off his cheeks and onto my face, slipping onto my lips. I stare up at him with cold, glassy eyes, almost dead yet not fully devoid of feeling.
[Do not let me lose my love... for nothing.]
'Cloud... she isn't...' Tifa hesitates, watches Cloud place me on the ground before her. Tifa's eyes widen, and she kneels before me, unable to stop the deluge of tears that are falling. She touches my cheek, traces her finger along my chin, then covers her eyes and turns to walk away.
[Hear my voice, save me.]
Cloud lifts me up again, carries me out of the city. We are reflected in the mirrored, crystaline walls as we walk up into the real world, the world where I was not welcome. I cannot read his thoughts. I am now watching from afar, no longer in my body, but above it, above the world.
[Let him know how I feel.]
As he places my body in the water, his face is expresionless. But he is shaking. He places his hand on his heart as he takes a step backwards, turns, walks away.
[This chance for peace...]
My hair is spreading out behind me, my arms opening to accept my fate as I sink in the water. I will become one with the planet that I have died to save.
[Someday... With my Angel.]
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: I don't own FF7. Square does.
Author's Note: This is a repost. Actually, I've been reposting quite a few of my fics lately (because nobody reads them. x__x) I've almost completely redone this story, all of Aerith's prayers are different, and I changed the P.O.V. Plus I edited it, hoorah!
Summary: Aerith prays to the planet-- for peace and her Angel. Cloaer.
--------------------------**
[Can you hear my prayer?]
Sitting alone on that altar, my hands clasped together in front of me, head bowed slightly, I listen to the Planet. And the Planet listens to me, the words that I could only think but not speak aloud, words in the old tongue, the language of the Ancients. The language of my people.
[Listen to what I have to say.]
I feel the words on my lips. A prayer for the planet. The planet which I will die to keep alive. I can hear the planet calling to me in the voices of those in the lifestream. I hear a thousand voices, a thousand sharps, a thousand flats, melding together to create one, single voice, clear and true.
[For peace. For the planet.]
There is a silence, and I lift my head to the sky and stare straight into a pair of shining, glowing blue eyes. And I see straight through them to the person within. He is as scared as I. He is relieved to find me, but does not smile. I tilt my head up to face him and I smile brightly. I am relieved to see him. I want to hold him, to tell him how I really feel. To tell him that I love him. I slowly get to my feet.
[For Holy. I pray for deliverance. For both himself... and I.]
I see the sword go through my stomach before I feel it. The long, curved, silver scythe penetrate through my dress and skin. I flop over, hearing only my heart beat. Then I feel the pain spread slowly from the wound, white-hot pain. I gasp for air, unable to breathe.
[Am I... a sacrifice? Is my death... in vain?]
I land on the altar, my cheek touching the cold stone. I close my eyes, try to remain awake. Slowly I am lifted from the ground in warm arms. Cloud. He holds me close to his heart, and the tears roll off his cheeks and onto my face, slipping onto my lips. I stare up at him with cold, glassy eyes, almost dead yet not fully devoid of feeling.
[Do not let me lose my love... for nothing.]
'Cloud... she isn't...' Tifa hesitates, watches Cloud place me on the ground before her. Tifa's eyes widen, and she kneels before me, unable to stop the deluge of tears that are falling. She touches my cheek, traces her finger along my chin, then covers her eyes and turns to walk away.
[Hear my voice, save me.]
Cloud lifts me up again, carries me out of the city. We are reflected in the mirrored, crystaline walls as we walk up into the real world, the world where I was not welcome. I cannot read his thoughts. I am now watching from afar, no longer in my body, but above it, above the world.
[Let him know how I feel.]
As he places my body in the water, his face is expresionless. But he is shaking. He places his hand on his heart as he takes a step backwards, turns, walks away.
[This chance for peace...]
My hair is spreading out behind me, my arms opening to accept my fate as I sink in the water. I will become one with the planet that I have died to save.
[Someday... With my Angel.]