Prologue: Awakening
The moon was striving to be seen around the clouds. Fragments of her silver face visible behind the thick dark stormy obstruction. Her light fell in a thin layer over the ruins of Midgar. The air was still before the coming storm. There was no movement in the shadow. The rats and vermin had long abandoned the crumbling streets of the once striving city.
The dark streets had once been full of life. Now they sat dusted and rusted, with not a purpose but of memories buried under the torn metal. But somewhere in between hopeless rubble was a hopeless church. It stood on its last leg in the forsaken side of the city once none as the slums. A sight far from any kind of Heaven.
Inside the rundown place of worship, the moon peeked through the falling ceiling and danced on a pool of water. A figure was kneeling near the waters edge before it stood up and stood back in the shadows. The reflection sent long and dark shadows down the back of the church. The flowers were still blooming under the clear miracle water. It sparkled and shimmered under the light of the moon. The flowers were illuminated by the impossibility of life under so much water.
Next to the pool of water was a barely breathing blond girl. Her shirt was sitting an inch over her bellybutton. Her hair laying around her on the wooden floor, her eyes closed, her stomach lifting and sinking gently. Her face was thin and fair and her black pants were low and tight. The fabric tucked into her boot at the bottom of her legs. Her face was absent of color, her cheeks flushed, her lips a light pink.
The moon was covered by a thick rain cloud. Light seized to illuminate the young woman next to the shimmering water. There was a flash of lightening and the rumbling of thunder. The first drop of the storm landed with a soft echo in the water. The girls eyes snapped open. Her face cringed in pain and then a piercing scream erupted into the night.