I do not own the following characters in this story based in Final Fantasy nor any sub-characters or items.
Chapter one of the return
The fight ensued worse than ever below the mountains, the onlooker knew even before he joined the battle it was already lost. He marched slowly along the track preparing him for the challenge that lay below.
As he neared the end, where the mountain path met the green, blood stained plain. He stopped and thought of his past experience of battle and loss and wept, he wept like the child that cried over the body of his father and of that same boy crying over the bodies of his family and his friends strung up like puppets, pathetically peaceful looking while their blood dripped slowly down to the ground rejoining the blood-stream of the earth, which was once so hard fought over to safe by the famous Avalanche that still bring people to their knees in remembrance and thankfulness.
Slowly the unmarked soldier approached the massacre upon the Fields of Midgar the long lost city of Mako and murder. As the soldier approached men swarmed towards him from both sides not knowing which invading army he was from. The men approached weapons raised threateningly, leering at this crazy fool who came upon these plains.
"Stop, leave this bug to me!" a commanding voice echoed throughout the fields. Silently the men fell apart watching in amazement as all fighting ceased upon the plains. The owner of the voice appeared slowly. He was armed to the teeth, in his right hand he held a long fierce looking blade while in his left hand he held a long whip tipped with iron balls. On his back he had a long double ended axe which a leather holster supported. His long red flaming hair fell to his shoulders and on his bare chest down to the top of his blue leather trousers scars shone the pale colour of flesh out to the war field.
"Who are you to intrude on me!" commanded the man. "Answer me before I spill your blood to wash my men's feet." The man continued walking until he drew face to face to the unmarked soldier.
"I have nothing to fear from murdering scum as you" came the cold reply from the unmarked soldier.
Fear welled up in the flame-haired man and pointed his sword at the unmarked soldier's throat "what did you say? I won't stand such crap from a coward's mouth!" next second and with a flash of steel his sword went clattering across the field neatly landing point earthward in the ground.
The unmarked soldier with his blond shining hair and his simple brown attire stood facing the flame-haired menace holding his giant sword one handed out to his side.
"so that's how you want to play," growled Grambil, as was the flame haired man's name. He slowly reached for his axe and assumed the old age battle challenge pose awaiting the answer.
Almost immediately the giant buster sword faced the flame haired man and the battle began.
Steel hit steel and the ringing was drowned out by the other soldiers cheering on their commander knowing this could only go one way. But they were wrong. This unknown blond haired man was like lightning parrying every blow their commander sent his way. This was like a cat playing like a mouse. Grambil try as he might not outdo this new threat and knew if he did not make a break somehow it would be the end of him.
Suddenly he knew what he had to do. Swinging the whip toward the man's leg he jumped back throwing his axe at him at the same time. This manoeuvre came unexpectedly; the blond haired soldier parried the whip and duck down but not quick enough. The axe glanced his shoulder ripping a hole through, both, his top and his flesh.
Blood trickled down his arm and the other soldiers laugh thinking their commander was very smart and funny at doing this move and it actually working.
Angered that he didn't realise that Grambil would be dirty enough to do this trick he stood up swinging his sword one handed about his head and towering down upon the cowering Grambil he gave the sword an almighty heave and just as the sword connected and sent the scum to the darkening gate of Death, a clang rang through the air piercing the sword and sending vibrations up the blond soldiers arm.
Suddenly a man with hair of the deepest blue and standing on end came forward wielding two curved lethal weapons. His belt was made of small bones linked together and he wore deep red trousers and a top of brown leather.
"Grambil, were you actually losing against this weakling?" announced the new comer with a voice of brass.
"Me? Lose? Never and did when did you care, Dyraim?" questioned Grambil.
"Since when you were born, about 7 years after me." answered Dyraim.
"Cute this little question and answer about family history." said the blond soldier "But can I just sit here all day or are we goinna fight?
"Anytime but not now, we have to go." Dyraim curtly said as though finishing a business deal. "Come Grambil we have no time to waste the western front is being breached we need to support it."
Obediently Grambil followed his brother and stooped picking up his axe and whip. Turning round he faced the blond haired soldier. "I know this isn't the last I will see of you so tell me, what name you go by soldier?"
"Cloud and don't forget it." Answered the blond soldier walking away leaving the battlefield smiling knowing what was to be done next. Raising a hand over his soldier he laughed, "I'll see you later Grambil and don't forget to tell Dyraim it was not as nice as I thought it would've been to see him again."
Confused Grambil mulled it over and ran back to Dyraim to ask him some questions, who was this mysterious soldier, why did he want to challenge them and lastly how does he know his own brother who never kept anything from him?