Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII, do you think Cloud would have lived after defeating Sephiroth?
Warning: Eventual Character Death, but not for a while, and not all of them. Besides, I'm resurrecting some people so that should even out the score.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PROLOGUE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The North Crater is one of the most desolate spots on the world. Far above the Arctic Circle, black cliffs reaching high into the atmosphere, kept clear of snow by the howling winds. Inside the perimeter, protected by those same cliffs, snow does accumulate, sliding down the barren walls in avalanches large enough to sweep anything away. As you go descend however, the air gets warmer. The snow melts and becomes steam, filling the air with moisture. Plants and trees begin to appear, at first resembling the conifers and scrub of more temperate climes, but as you go even deeper, and they get more profuse, they begin to change, becoming more twisted and viscious. Animals begin to appear, as warped and carnivorous as the plants. After a while however, this unique jungle thins out again leaving bare rock, twisted and melted by the impact. Even here, however, nothing is still, the rock itself twists and flows like lava in a variety of rainbow hues. Natural Mako gushes and pools like water from gaps within the bedrock until finally you reach the fountain itself and can go no further.
Very few people had ever ventured here. A long time ago, an alien climbed out and destroyed a civilization. Five years ago a man, mortally wounded, wasthed up here, brought by the Mako streams and froze within a crystal of Materia. He may still be there. A year ago other men, blinded by foreign cells and excessive Mako running through their veins, dressed in black cloaks began to wander in, stumbling and chanting. They never came out again either. Less than six months ago another group of people journeyed here, and were jettissoned when the Lifestream shot out of here in an attempt to prevent another holocaust.
Not many at all. But now something was climbing out of the crater again, clawing past hungry dragons and giant Venus Fly Traps. Hand over hand, over bare rock and snow covered crags. Until finally it reaches the rim of the crater and stares out over wind-whipped plains.
Glowing Mako eyes peered out as a battered, blood-encrusted hand made a fist around a jet-black orb. "They will pay . . . "
Warning: Eventual Character Death, but not for a while, and not all of them. Besides, I'm resurrecting some people so that should even out the score.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PROLOGUE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The North Crater is one of the most desolate spots on the world. Far above the Arctic Circle, black cliffs reaching high into the atmosphere, kept clear of snow by the howling winds. Inside the perimeter, protected by those same cliffs, snow does accumulate, sliding down the barren walls in avalanches large enough to sweep anything away. As you go descend however, the air gets warmer. The snow melts and becomes steam, filling the air with moisture. Plants and trees begin to appear, at first resembling the conifers and scrub of more temperate climes, but as you go even deeper, and they get more profuse, they begin to change, becoming more twisted and viscious. Animals begin to appear, as warped and carnivorous as the plants. After a while however, this unique jungle thins out again leaving bare rock, twisted and melted by the impact. Even here, however, nothing is still, the rock itself twists and flows like lava in a variety of rainbow hues. Natural Mako gushes and pools like water from gaps within the bedrock until finally you reach the fountain itself and can go no further.
Very few people had ever ventured here. A long time ago, an alien climbed out and destroyed a civilization. Five years ago a man, mortally wounded, wasthed up here, brought by the Mako streams and froze within a crystal of Materia. He may still be there. A year ago other men, blinded by foreign cells and excessive Mako running through their veins, dressed in black cloaks began to wander in, stumbling and chanting. They never came out again either. Less than six months ago another group of people journeyed here, and were jettissoned when the Lifestream shot out of here in an attempt to prevent another holocaust.
Not many at all. But now something was climbing out of the crater again, clawing past hungry dragons and giant Venus Fly Traps. Hand over hand, over bare rock and snow covered crags. Until finally it reaches the rim of the crater and stares out over wind-whipped plains.
Glowing Mako eyes peered out as a battered, blood-encrusted hand made a fist around a jet-black orb. "They will pay . . . "