Prologue
"It's one fucked up world we live in."
– Anonymous
This is not how the story begins. It does not begin with yelling, confusion, and frustration. It does not begin with heat, extreme heat. He looks up from his seated position and looked at the others. He is seated against a counter, his shoulders slouched and his head hanging limply. One of his friends is yelling at someone who used to be his nemesis, and another who he was not too well acquainted with, but had heard stories about. They are arguing about what to do now, now that the end of the world was upon them. That's right, he thought, it is the end of the world. Looking up through a crack in the boarded up windows, he saw the meteor heading down to Earth. It wouldn't be too long until that giant rock crushed the Earth and killed every living thing on it. Then Sephiroth's plan will have succeeded. They were all in a boarded up room which used to be an lobby for a business center, protecting them from the outside nightmares and monstrosities that would jump at the chance to kill them all, from Sephiroth and his forces of evil. But what was evil anyway? The boy thought to himself. They had been battling what they had perceived as evil for a long time, but now it seemed evil was going to win. And in history, the victor writes who was good and who was evil. It seemed that despite all their efforts, they were going to be the ones declared evil in the end.
No, that's foolish, the boy told himself. They had battled for people's lives, something few others would do in this hellish world. Looking back down, he saw two of the others, sitting down on tables across from each other, thinking. Seeing them so concentrated, reminded him of their friend, of his friend. A friend they could all use right now, someone who could save them from this. But he wasn't with them, and remembering this caused memories from seven nights ago, when their friend had been lost to them forever.
