Jenova.
Geostigma.
Shinra.
Sephiroth.
Omega.
The Planet has been through so much suffering.
All for the greed of men.
Only the will of the Planet has kept us alive this long.
We used to know what the Planet would tell us.
Cetra.
The Ancient Ones.
The Lifestream.
Once, long ago we could connect to it. And we would listen. But now, now we are paying for our selfishness.
AVALANCHE.
SOLDIER.
DEEPGROUND.
So many responsible for the Planet's sadness.
It's no wonder the Planet tried to protect itself.
Holy.
The Weapons
Chaos.
So much loss. And yet the corruption of man continued. The Planet was on its last breath.
We had taken so much away. Maybe, we deserved what happened.
.
Midgar. Five days after the Omega crisis.
He stood there looking over the barren city, watching the gulls fly gracefully toward the sea and then bent down to pull a flower from the grove that grew over the ledge.
Behind him, the young boy he had brought with him nervously shifted his feet looking over his shoulder in the direction they had come. There wasn't much time for drawing this out, he thought as he unsheathed his massive sword and then slammed it into the rockface.
"Do you remember what I told you about this place?" he asked softly as the first drops of rain began to fall. The young boy approached him and nodded solemnly stating, "You said.. it was where a hero began his journey."
He nodded, the wind ruffling his spiky hair as he added, "It's also where I made a promise."
"What did you promise?"
"That I would keep going," he said turning to the young boy who had taken to him as a surrogate father and then placed his hand on his shoulder and remarked, "I want you to make a promise for me."
"Cloud..."
"I have to go for now, and you can't come with me. You have to stay safe, I want you to promise me that you will keep going..." he paused watching as the truck approached them and the young boy looked confused.
"What, whats going on?" he muttered.
"I need you to be brave, Denzel. Like you were in Midgar, remember?" Cloud asked squeezing his shoulder softly.
"Cloud..."
"Promise me," he reminded the youth as the truck came to a stop and the rain started to pour a little harder.
"You have to promise me too!" Denzel argued.
"Cloud if ya want to get goin', it's now or never," the driver called out.
Cloud placed his hood up and knelt down to look Denzel in the eye before answering, "I promise."
Denzel hugged him and said, "You better come back."
He reluctantly climbed onto the back of the truck as Cloud got on his motorbike and the two of them shared a silent look before they had to go their separate ways.
Soon the rain washed away everything, save for the fresh new flowers that grew near the ridge..
Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.
To become the dew that quenches the land,
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
Author's note: I hope I can slowly get this story off the ground I have the entire thing outlined and I want authenticity as I write si updates may be slow at times. Be patient with me and I promise you will be rewarded with a great story. As always, please read and review!