Hello marvelous members of FanFiction! Of course, I could be reading this as well, so, hello me! Anyway, here's a Prologue for a story I've started to work on. :) Don't flame please. Complain if you want, I'm open for criticism. Doesn't always mean I'll change it though :P

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy; it belongs solely to Square Enix. The plot, however, is mine. :D

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Prologue: Drifting

Where am I?

I don't know where I am. I think… I'm supposed to know. Am I? I'm not sure. I'm… drifting… floating away in the ocean. Where am I going? Why am I here?

I'm not drifting. I'm flying, soaring through the air. And I'm going fast.

I feel like… I'm forgetting something. Something important. A face keeps swimming into view. It's a girl I once knew. I think. Maybe. She has long, straight, dark brown hair that almost looks black… and brown eyes. They're a reddish shade of brown… sienna. The word hits me like a tornado, and for a second I'm spinning, trying to grab onto a memory or… something… but I catch hold of nothing but thin air. And all that's left is the girl. She's smiling and waving, calling my name.

At least, I think she is. There's no sound. And then again, what is my name anyway?

I realize a second too late that her face is disappearing. I don't know why I reach out, why I yell for the picture to stay, but it doesn't do any good, because she leaves, and then it's just me… and the dark.

She's gone.

Now what?

I try not to think, but it's all I can do in this world of everything and nothing.

Why do I keep thinking I'm missing something? I feel empty. I shouldn't feel empty… should I?

It turns out I'm not drifting in an ocean. I'm drifting in an endless, black, abyss. Is this what space looks like? I would assume you'd see the stars, at least. Not this perpetual darkness. It's almost… tangible.

Wait! I see something. Another image. But this one is far away, like a memory of a lost dream. I can't seem to get a better look at it. I can only stare from here. There's a boy this time. A boy with spiky hair that looks dark blue. And his eyes are a paler shade of the color, a blue as bright as the sky in daylight.

Daylight. What's that? I think… I'm not sure. Why am I not sure? What's going on?

The boy's grinning, as if he's hiding a secret from me. His expression strikes me as familiar. Did I know him too? If I did, why can't I remember him?

The picture is beginning to fade already. It has completely vanished before I can get any more from it.

And then suddenly the images kick into overdrive. Rain and blood, and someone lying on the ground. A small boy waist-deep in water. A little girl, hiding behind a red cloak. A man with long silver hair. Anger surges inside of me at the sight of him, but it is gone as quick as it came. And then… the girl again. This time she isn't smiling. She's sobbing, her face pale and tear-streaked. She struggling… someone's holding her arms, pulling her back. The memory (is it a memory?) is hazy, like I'm looking through thick glass. She fades into darkness, and I'm alone again. Why is this happening? Why does my heart feel so heavy? It hurts, oh God, it hurts.

Why?

Is this really all that's ever going to happen here? Will I continue to ask questions, only to get silence in return? The answers to my questions are almost nonexistent.

There's nothing I can do.

So here I am, drifting again. I see nothing but black.

It's everywhere.

Where am I?