Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII, it would be remade by now- using KH battle format.
Special thanks to my Beta reader Love Tifa :D she's awesome.

Finding Eden
By: Tsukiko Hoshino

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Cloud was born to Fenris and Ophira Strife on a hot August day in a tiny mountain town known as Nibelheim. His hair was flaxen like his mothers, but his eyes were the same Ceil blue shade as his father's.

Like any other parent the moment he'd been placed into Fenris's arms and Cloud had looked up at him with passive blue eyes, he knew- he just knew, his son was meant for something special. It wasn't just the feeling that every parent had for their child, and he knew it; he could feel it down to his bones. There was something in Cloud's eyes that screamed it.

It had been about a year since that bundle of cloth and flesh had been placed into his arms. Spring was well on its way, the flowers were blooming, and the monsters were unfortunately repopulating around the edges of their small town. None of that however could compare or subtract from the happiness he experienced at home. His son was gifted, his wife was beautiful, and they were all healthy. Everything in his world was right.

Perhaps he should have known it couldn't last, but then…he was only a man.

"He's going to have trouble with the girls when he's older." Fenris joked to his wife that afternoon as he shifted the clinging infant in his arms.

The boy was only a year old, but he was different from other children. Where most toddlers his age were figuring out that crayons were not for eating, Cloud was walking and using those same crayons to draw rather elaborate scribbles on their walls; much to his father's delight and his mother's vexation.

Ophira gave him a teasing smile from over her shoulder as she chopped a few vegetables. "Mm…if he's as pretty as his father I bet he will."

"Handsome." Fenris interjected quickly, wrinkling his nose. "Girls are pretty, and daddy is not a girl, right Cloud?" He questioned as he pressed his forehead against Cloud's. Being called pretty was not something he appreciated, considering he'd been teased about his feminine face and stature since adolescence.

Cloud pressed his sticky hands on his father's face, doing his best to parrot the older man's words. "Daddy is a girl." He cooed as sympathetically as a toddler could.

"Thanks for your support." Fenris responded dryly as he plunked the boy into his high chair.

Cloud spared his father a smile as if he had heard his father's thoughts; his small hands reaching and grasping the necklace dangling from Fenris's neck. That silver wolf which his father referred to as howling storm hung from his father's neck with its empty eyes gazing forth, as though it knew all. Within the creatures fearsome jaws was clenched a clear glass orb containing lightning materia. Rather than finding the effigy frightening, he found it to be a soothing; it was a constant. In his short life, he knew to associate that where the pendant swung, his father was there as well.

"Someday it'll be yours." A flash of pride ran through Fenris, as he fluffed Cloud's blond locks. "Hey… Tell me again why did you name him Cloud?" He wondered, glancing at his wife from across the kitchen.

The sound of a knife meeting wood paused, as Ophira glanced at him wryly. "Well if you'd been there when he was born, you wouldn't be asking, now would you? Besides you've heard it all before!" She laughed slowly at his guilty slump.

"I like to hear about it, and would have been there if I was able too." Fenris mumbled, making his way across the kitchen to embrace her.

Ophira hummed, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I know." She smiled at him teasingly. "As for why I named him Cloud…When I looked at him for the first time, I was filled with worry." Ophira stated, looking at the child in question, who had once more busied himself with his crayons.

"I thought will he be healthy? Will he live a happy life, or be shadowed by bad things? I thought about the things that every parent thinks, and then I remembered something you told me." Her brows smoothed out, as she began to smile. "Do you remember?"

"Maybe," Fenris teased, taking in her happy face. 'If one could only freeze time...'

Brown eyes shined back at him, studying his face intently, committing the look in his eyes to her memories. "You said to me, that every cloud had a silver lining…and I wanted to pass that hope onto our son. So that no matter what the troubles were that he would face in the future, he would be able to smile." She said. "Besides…" Ophira began, before Fenris kissed her briefly, pulling away with a knowing smile on his lips.

"Besides, his eyes are blue, like the sky." Fenris finished for her knowingly, laughing when she halfheartedly swiped at his chest.

"Don't make fun of me." Ophira huffed turning back to her cutting board.

"I'm not." Fenris denied, unable to wipe his smile away. "I like his name. I like what it stands for." He admitted, turning to look at Cloud, who by now was tossing his crayons onto the floor in boredom.

Ophira nodded her head knowingly, as she gazed out at the dark clouds.

"Will you be going out tonight? It's going to rain." She always worried when he left to deal with the large monster populous.

"I'll be going with Lucian." Fenris stated comfortingly, as though it that were the safest thing one could do. He kissed her cheek lovingly. as he made his way back to the table where he'd been sharpening his sword.

"The monsters out there are getting a little too comfortable with wondering into town, it's dangerous work but somebody has to keep the town safe from all the beasties, right Cloud?" he questioned, leveling himself to look in his son's eyes.

Cloud responded by nodding his head duly.

The fair haired Ophira nodded her head, still feeling slightly worried. "That reminds me, Leon and Irene had their baby yesterday…They named her Tifa." She smiled, turning to look at her husband as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

"A girl huh?" Fenris smiled slowly. "Hope she takes after her mom, 'cause her dad's a total bear."

"You mean lion." A new voice joked from the kitchen's open back door. "You really shouldn't talk about your best buddy's brother like that." Lucian stated with a grin, inviting himself into the house. "Even if it is true."

Fenris brushed it off, and grinned back at his childhood friend. "Whatever happened to knocking?"He griped jokingly.

"I did knock; you were too busy being all mushy with your wife to hear though." Lucian pouted as he ruffled Cloud's unruly hair. "Geez…This kid's hair looks more like a chocobo's a- ahem…butt every day."

Cloud smiled, and bid him hello. "Idiot!" He was quick to hang his head in shame when his mother scolded him for being impolite. 'That's what daddy calls him though.' His golden brows furrowed in confusion.

"Your father isn't supposed to say things like that either." Ophira stated as if reading his mind all the while giving her husband a dirty look, at which he made great show of recoiling, as if to say, why I would never! "Much less teach you things like that."

"Ah, it's okay Ophira." Lucian smiled flirtatiously if anyone else had smiled at Fenris's wife like that, they would have been nursing a rather bruised lip. But it was Lucian, and the two were thick as thieves. "It's good that Cloud is developing his vocabulary." He jokingly attempted to cajole her.

Ophira on the other hand was not to be taken in. She fixed him with a rather blasé gaze and began shaking her head at him as she spoke. "I only wish he were learning things more worthwhile."

"Well…being able to spot a fool is a good life skill." Fenris informed wisely.

"Yes, I certainly wish I had been able to do so, if I had I would have saved myself a lot of trouble." Ophira agreed with a smile, sometimes he made it too easy.

"Ouch, sounds like she was referring to you." Lucian informed his friend with a cat-like smile from behind his hand.

Fenris sighed. "No respect."

"No respect." Cloud chimed in agreement.

Lucian's attention turned back to Cloud. "It's entirely your fault that this poor guy is going to be doomed to the nickname Chocobo-boy." He stated in mock mourn.

"Hey…These locks got me my lady." Fenris pouted, as he suavely ran a hand through his light brown hair. Pointedly, he ignored the quiet snort Ophira gave from across the kitchen.

Amiably Lucian clapped his hand on Fenris's back. "Of course they did," he stated with the ever cheeky smile. "Kiss the wife good bye, and hopefully we'll get back before dinner." With one last ruffle to Cloud's already well abused and unruly hair he sauntered his way out the door, pausing to bid his own farewell to the lady of the house.

"Be safe," Ophira called to him, before looking into a pair of pale blue eyes. "The same goes for you." Try as she might, she could not shake the fear that gripped her heart. She wanted so badly to grab him by the lapels and keep him home with her. It was selfish, and irrational of her, if the monsters around the area went unchecked they'd only cause worse trouble. So instead, she kissed him good bye, lingering longer than usual.

Fenris pulled away slowly, giving her one last kiss at the corner of her mouth, smiling coyly as he pulled away. "Be back soon, it's a promise!" he called, strolling his way towards the door, giving pause to kiss his son's forehead.

"Bye bye," Cloud bid waving his small hand briefly, before turning back to the crayon tossing game.

Fenris smiled, and echoed his son's sentiments. "Bye bye." He said closing the door behind him.

The sky was dark gray when they made their way through the outskirts of town. Even for spring, the amount of creatures they came across was staggering compared to their other routine hunts. Fenris was rather sick of Zū trying to bite his arm off, or beat him in the head with their wings. 'Surely they are the most useless birds in existence.' Or maybe just the most annoying ones, they did after all have penchant for eating Kyuvilduns.

"Something seems strange," Lucian stated his brows knit in contemplation as he looked towards the old wooden bridge. "Like…they're running away from something- and I don't mean us."

Fenris paused in wiping his sword clean. "Think it has something to do with the Mako reactor?" Ever since that thing had been installed the environment had begun declining. Plants were wilting, animals were fleeing or dying. While things seemed suspicious, no one made any move to complain; what was the point when no one would listen - Shinra would do as it pleased regardless.

"One way to find out," Lucian suggested roguishly, his left hand on his hip as he pointed in the direction of Reactor with his rifle.

Really, Fenris had been hoping he wouldn't say that. Something about those reactors set off warning bells in his head, bells which had served him very well in the past. "Right…" He said with a sigh knowing he couldn't persuade Lucian to turn back- nor could he allow his friend to go without him. In other words, he had no choice, with that in mind Fenris slung his sword on his back, making sure to check that his own firearm was fully loaded.

They set off across the wooden bridge in stealth learned from hunting and war they had foolishly fought long in their youth. The sound of propellers made itself known as they crept closer. They knew that cover was vital to being unnoticed as they peered out from behind a rocky crevice, carefully hiding from sight. People in suits rushed to and fro, shouting orders as a large clear tank was unloaded from the helicopter.

"What the hell is that?" Lucian murmured, squinting his eyes.

There were at least ten Turks, and a few men in white coats- Researchers or something trying to lug the crystalline tank into the reactor.

Fenris was quiet as he observed what was inside the tank; it was vaguely reminiscent of a human female, with pale blue-grey skin and long silvery white hair. 'Shinra, Shinra…what are you up to now?' His perplexed expression was soon replaced by a frown, as Lucian crept forward slightly - an ill attempt to try and get a better look. Fenris reached out to grab the man by the shirt and yank him down, only to be startled by a gun shot.

Someone had apparently sighted Lucian.

"Fuck!" The brunette hissed, dropping back down behind the rock to nurse his bleeding arm.

It became apparent by the bullets ricocheting off their hideaway, and the cry of intruders being sounded that they had seen something they shouldn't.

Fenris really wished he had not stepped out of bed that morning. "I don't think they're going to let us live if they catch us." Especially since they seemed to be under the 'Shoot first, ask questions later.' mindset. "If we try to flee, we could put the town in danger." That was something he was not going to do. This was not how today was supposed to end. How did a routine patrol turn into a life or death situation?

"Gee you think Captain Obvious?" Lucian seethed still smarting from his wound. He quickly poked his head out from behind the rock, only to jerk back- narrowly avoiding a bullet to the head. "They're starting to rush, got a plan?" He wondered, using a utility knife to pry the bullet out of his shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but the potion would take care of it later.

For a moment, his partner in crime was silent, his eyes closed in contemplation.

"We're outnumbered, and out gunned," Fenris frowned. "What ever it was that they were toting into the Mako reactor must be top secret. You know how the Turks work, they don't bribe to keep secrets, and they kill." There was so little time to think, he could already hear rushing foot falls approaching their hideaway.

"Running away isn't an option without endangering everyone." If they were willing to kill two innocent people to keep a secret, it wouldn't surprise him if they would kill a whole town. With that in mind, Fenris whipped out his pistol, and fired from over the rock- listening as there was a grunt.

"Fight to the death then, huh? I hate those prospects." Lucian sighed, sipping the last few drops of a potion. They'd already seen war- they'd looked death in the eye before and spit in his face. Surely they wouldn't get away with that twice.

Fenris smiled grimly. "I don't want to die here either… But I don't think we have much of an option. If they think we're out there somewhere, they'll continue to go after us. It's better to stand our ground and fight." Turks were trained to be observant, there was no doubt they'd committed Lucian's face to memory, and he was not about to abandon his friend. Even if he did, they would probably catch him. 'Besides, a true man turns and faces his problems head on.'

"What a sap! Looks like our luck finally ran out, huh?" Lucian smiled, though the situation was grim, he had to agree. He had a new born niece and a wife of his own; He could never live with himself knowing he caused them harm even if it was inadvertent. "Sorry for getting you into this," He paused, placing a hand on his companion's shoulder.

A smile slowly bloomed on Fenris's face. "Don't be." Wheat colored hair swayed as he shook his head. "There's no other guy I'd rather go down with in a blaze of glory." He joked, clapping Lucian on the back roughly.

"Hmph." Lucian responded, biting his lip for a moment.

They crouched behind the rocks, ready to spring like wolves upon their prey. As soon as they heard rushing feet in front of them, they sprung, firing off well places shots upon their enemies.

The first drops of rain had begun to fall when they had leapt over the rocks, making the ground slippery with mud. They were used to the slick turf, giving them an advantage over their suited adversaries.

That night the mountains were alive with the sound of crackling firearms and shouting. All the while Nibelheim slept peacefully.

For Fenris everything seemed to blur together, he couldn't remember the faces of the people he'd struck, shot, electrocuted or slashed. They were all suits to him, wearing [b]lue, white, and black in the dark of the night. He caught Lucian's brown eyes as he jerked his head towards a patch of rocks – a call to retreat briefly.

A sharp pain ripped through his side as he sprinted and dove over them, he was sure a bullet had lodged itself somewhere in his torso. Lucian joined him seconds later, looking like he was fairing much worse.

"How many bullets do you have left?" Fenris wondered, wincing as said projectile whizzed just over their heads.

"A few shells." Lucian admitted, he unlike his friend did not have a back up weapon.

There was a moment of silence, while Fenris licked his bottom lip nervously. "Listen….I know we agreed to do this together, but there's something I need you to do." His free hand ripped the necklace from around his neck.

"You can't be serious!" Lucian hissed as the ornament was placed into his hand.

Fenris grasped the hand holding his pendant, hoping it would bless his friend with swift feet. "I promised Cloud it would be his someday…if they get us, they'll leave nothing behind. I can't keep my promise to come home, but I can do the next best thing." His voice was pleading as he searched Lucian's eyes. "Don't make me beg."

"I got us into this, why not go yourself?" Lucian's voice was pleading.

There was a sigh, as Fenris shook his head wildly. "I can keep them busy longer…we don't have time to argue, just go!" Part of him just didn't want to have to watch his childhood friend die. It was easier playing the martyr.

"I'll come back." Lucian promised, clutching the charm in his hand, as he nodded his head resolutely. It was said more to himself than anyone else.

"Go on then." Fenris smiled wolfishly, before springing back over the rock's his foot catching someone in the jaw. So far, they had taken four Turks down out of the ten they had seen. The others, while wounded were still able bodied.

With one last glance behind him, Lucian took off running; he made a few yards before he felt a shot rip through his lungs. For a moment he stumbled and wheezed, coughing and splattering blood into his hand as he continued to stumble his way through the sparse forest. The shot was lethal in the condition he was in, but he kept going, the will to complete his task the only force driving him.

The man who had fired the shot made no move to follow him, knowing he wouldn't survive long enough to tell any secrets.

Fenris fared no better as someone tackled him from behind, and they went down in twisted limbs and awkward punches. There was a flick of silver between them, as something sharp pierced his side – but still he struggled, bringing his knee up to his opponents gut and tossing him over his head.

"Not half bad, but you're fighting a losing battle." A male voice stated, leveling a gun to Fenris's head.

Fenris replied tongue in cheek. "A-aren't we all?" He couldn't remember a time in his entire life where he had been in such pain. The rain was pouring down hard now, but he could see the features of the man with the gun clearly. Black haired and amber eyed.

"Why didn't you run when you had the chance?" Was the inquisitive question from the man Fenris named Amber –because calling him Blacky just didn't fit.

Closing his eyes, Fenris leaned his head back. "A real man faces his problems head on." He wondered if Cloud would grow to be a man who took those words to heart as well. That was his last thought as the trigger was pulled.

The next morning, Lucian's body was found in the town square, clutching the charm in his hand, according to the coroner, he'd bled out. Fenris's charm was placed into Ophira's trembling hand that morning by Leon. No words were spoken between them. There never would be again.

No one knew what to think.

Just who had killed Lucian remained a mystery. Soon everyone assumed there had been some sort of altercation between the two on the mountain side, ranging from them getting into a fight, to Fenris abandoning his friend. Without any proof, they remained as rumors; Rumors that none the less affected their attitude towards his son and the wife he left behind.

No one suspected that something new – something dangerous was now lurking inside the reactor. Why should they? Shinra was a good, wholesome, family oriented company, out to better the lives of the average citizen.

Why Ophira stayed in the town was a mystery to anyone but herself. There was nowhere else for her to go. She'd been born and raised in Nibelheim and all the memories she had regarding her husband had sprouted in the area. It was painful to stay sometimes, but it would have been worse to leave. Instead she made a modest living as a seamstress and raising Cloud.

Years passed by as Cloud grew up amongst the dirty looks and whispered accusations. Children teased him for having no father, but he held his head high. He didn't need anyone but his mother he'd tell himself when they scorned him. He'd grown used to it and slightly bitter over the few short years he'd lived.

Cloud knew he was different from them, less childish and wiser. So why should he conform himself to their standards? No matter what, he wouldn't do it, no matter how unbearably lonely he became.

Though Tifa and Cloud had lived across from one another their whole lives, their interactions were few.

There were times when Tifa would invite him to play, and Cloud would very politely, but curtly decline.

He had no problem with the brown haired girl, but rather with the company she kept.

Secretly he'd always admired Tifa from afar. She wasn't exactly like the other children. Yes she was childish at times, but she was also sincere. Never once had she said something unkind to him, nor did she idly stand by and allow others to mock him. Some boys would have felt embarrassed about having a girl defend them, but Cloud didn't mind at all, not when it was Tifa.

He was eight, about to turn nine and she was seven. That day was the first time he was truly captured by her smile –not her usual happy go lucky one, but something else, something more heart rending. It started out like any other day; he'd been sitting in his yard amongst the sparse grass idly reading a book when Johnny and the rest of his ragtag group strolled down the cobbled street, presumably on their way to see Tifa.

"Well if it ain't Cloud!" Dan crowed safely from the opposite side of the fence, Wel and Meiday snickered to themselves from behind him.

"Aint isn't a word." Cloud responded dully, never lifting his eyes from his book.

Dan's face was probably turning pink from embarrassment. 'Not that I care.' Cloud told himself, not truly paying attention to his book anymore.

Today, Cloud did his best to ignore the pudgy boy and the twittering idiots behind him as he flipped a page in his book. Apparently, Dan didn't know how to leave well enough alone. 'That's nothing new.' He mused.

"Hey! Are you deaf as well as dumb!" Dan cried from across the fence, his round face becoming red. "I bet your dad was just as dumb as you!"

Cloud snapped the book shut as he leapt over the fence, tackling the larger started boy to the ground. "Take that back!" He hissed, punching Dan in the mouth and cutting his lip open. He wasn't sure who, but someone had pulled him away and kicked him in the face. He sat on his haunches for a few seconds, feeling the blood from his nose drip down slowly.

Thankfully before any more damage could be done, the sound of a wooden gate creaking open, followed by being slammed shut could be heard as Tifa made her way towards them.

"Hey!" The brunette frowned, her hands on her hips as she looked at the group surrounding him discouragingly. Although she had lived across from Cloud her whole life, she couldn't say that they were close. He was quiet, and often times she was unsure of how to approach him. "I don't want to see you guys picking on him."

"But Teef," Dan cried, pointing a finger at Cloud accusingly. "He started it!" he shouted viciously.

Cloud said nothing, as he wiped his bleeding nose.

"I don't care; he's out numbered four to one." Tifa stated, as she brushed past them, rummaging in the left pocket of her yellow and black jumper. "Here," She stated, pulling out a handkerchief to press against his bleeding nose. "If you tilt your head up, it'll stop faster." She advised wisely, gracing him with a small smile.

There were times, when he wasn't looking that she'd gazed across from her window into his, studying him thoughtfully.

To her, Cloud was an enigma; He was quiet unlike the other boys she hung around. Sometimes he'd say something to them, and cause a tussle, but despite them being her friends, she felt they deserved it. Cloud only had his mother, and it was wrong to tease someone for not having a father. Even though because of that, a lot of people whispered about his family, he always held his head up high. She liked that about him.

Cloud nodded numbly, tilting his nose back as instructed.

"Tifa…" Johnny began, his mouth set into a frown. Nobody liked to be scolded by Tifa, even though she was only six she could make anyone feel guilty.

Tifa turned to look at the group of four, her hands dropping limply to her sides. "I can't play today…my mom's sick, so you guys just run along, okay?" She shooed them.

Reluctantly they dispersed, finding no reason to stick together if Tifa refused to play. She always came up with the best ideas and the most imaginative games to play. Without her it just wasn't the same.

"You really shouldn't egg them on." Tifa mused, glancing at him. "But then I suppose they should keep their mouths shut." She contemplated

"I can't help it…They get under my skin." Cloud said weakly, before lowering his voice as he changed the subject. "Sorry about your mom." He stated sincerely.

Although her mouth was smiling, it did not reach her eyes. "It's fine. She'll be okay." She wanted to believe that more than anything. The voice echoing in her ears didn't sound convincing at all.

It didn't sound convincing to Cloud either.

There was a moment of silence, as he deliberated on what to say next. He was never good with words, it was another reason he was so quiet aside from wanting to avoid confrontation.

"You can take it off your nose now, it should have stopped bleeding." Tifa interrupted his train of thought. She was looking at the ground contemplatively, as though she wanted to say something else, but couldn't find the way to word it.

Cloud nodded his head, and tucked the soiled cloth into his pocket. "Thanks, sorry for the trouble." He stated awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself as he shifted from foot to foot.

Tifa smiled slightly. "It's fine. Hey…do you…do you mind if I ask a question?" She wondered quietly, sitting on the curb just outside his yard.

A little hesitantly, Cloud shook his head. "N-no…" He trailed off, sure that this was the most he'd ever actually spoken to his neighbor.

"Is that a- no I can't ask, or a no, you don't mind?" A vaguely teasing smile crossed her face for a second, before her eyes became somber. "You might not like my question." Tifa warned quietly.

"I don't mind." Cloud responded resolutely.

Tifa gave him a tiny, almost nonexistent smile, as she spoke softly. "W-what's it like to lose a parent?" Her voice trembled slightly as she pressed her forehead against her knees. It was embarrassing having to ask him such a question. 'He'll probably be upset with me.'

The fear in her voice was so palpable, he could almost taste it; it was a bitter thing that slithered through his chest and clenched at his heart. Tifa was not meant to sound like that. "I didn't really know my father," Cloud stated, kicking a pebble across the street. "So I don't know. But…Tifa, you shouldn't worry about unnecessary things." He stated wisely, staring at the sunflowers which bobbed lazily in his front yard.

"The doctor said she might not get better though." Wine-red eyes trembled with tears, before they hid themselves in scraped up knees. "I don't want her to die." Tifa sniffled as her shoulder began to shake, trying to hold back tears.

If Cloud hadn't been uncomfortable before, he certainly was now. He'd never seen Tifa cry like this before. Not even the time she'd broken her wrist last summer. "The doctor said she might not get better. That means she might." He pointed out, biting his lip briefly. "I don't think…she would be happy to see you like this." His hand was timid as he placed it on her shoulder comfortingly. "She'd want to see you smile." He hoped that what he said would make her feel better.

There was a slight nod as Tifa lifted her teary face out of her knees, offering him a weak smile. "I think this is the most I've ever heard you speak."

Cloud simply smiled shyly. "I guess I don't have a lot to say."

Tifa placed her hand over his briefly. "I don't think that's the case at all…You should come play sometime." She stated, getting to her feet as her father called from across the street. "I gotta go…but thanks a lot Cloud." This time her smile was bright – almost as bright as it used be. "I feel a little better now." She said, breezing past him.

"Anytime…" Cloud murmured softly, watching as she disappeared behind her white picket fence. His heart continued to beat erratically for moments after she left, and the hand that she'd touched felt warm. Although the smile she gave him had not been as vibrant as the others she cast away freely, it had been aimed at him and him alone. It was something for him to hold onto and claim for himself - no one else. Without even thinking, a smile tugged the edges of his lips.

Maybe someday he would be the one to asking her to come play.

Well…I got bit by the Cloti bug, so sue me. I write for fun (reviews however are more than appreciated! *Wink wink*

This story will be following the FFVII Compilation closely. There will however be slight changes, and additions. (Plenty of Cloti scenes :D 'cause really that's the whole purpose of writing this.) The real challenge will be fight scenes, which I will try not to do many of. Fenris and Lucian were used as a bit of practice.

Interesting note, the names Fenris and Fenrir were both derived from Norse mythology- as was the town name Nibelhiem, expect to see a lot of norse terms or illusions. I'll be trying to keep in tact with that sort of feel.

Edited on Jan, 24, 2011