Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or characters, but the plot is my own.

A/N: I came up with this idea in the middle of the night, just to let you know. Anyway, please enjoy this story. The first chapter is a bit short, but the next one should be longer. Besides, this is just to draw you into my lair so you'll never stop reading! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Heh heh... Just kidding. Enjoy.

Oh, this takes place about a hundred years or so AFTER Final Fantasy 7, but you'll see more as you go along.

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Rotations Of Life
Chapter 1:
Conflict Reborn


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Let her go. You've held her long enough.

No! She's mine. She gave herself to me.

She gave up everything she had to save you. At least her have her chance.

All right. It opened the passage for her, albeit grudgingly. No! Not you!

What is it?

He got out.

Block them. They must be born at the right time. But, Ifalna gave a sigh, let them all go then. They will be needed.

All?

All. Even though some do not deserve this chance.

The Planet agreed, but released them. After all, they would return to it sooner or later.

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The President of the newfound company of ShinRa smiled as his wife showed him her firstborn child: A son.

A man of twenty looked upon the new lab that had been built for his experiments with satisfaction. He beckoned to the woman who held her three-year-old son's hand and she brought him forward. The man placed the child upon the table and motioned the guards to take the woman away. The boy looked at him in confusion as he noticed his mother was gone, and then hid the fear he felt at the sight of the unknown; the man was holding a needle. The boy shook his small head in protest, his ear length silver hair flinging wildly. But he did not flinch or scream as the needle filled with Mako pierced his skin.

Two neighboring women cooed over their new babies, a boy and girl, the boy older by a week. Peach fuzz took the place of hair, but couldn't hide the richness of the colors. Brunette and blonde; night and day; girl and boy.

A mother placed her year-old son in a basket at the doorstep of an orphanage. A young boy of eight opened the door to the cries and took him inside, passing a boy of three, who was just learning to walk.

In two years, a woman would give birth to a girl whose eyes were the color of emeralds. In five, another girl would be born, small for her age, with black hair.

The heroes would roam the world again.

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A/N: Well, what did you think? I wonder if any of you can figure out who any of these people are, hmmm? No need to guess whom the silver haired boy was; that speaks for itself. Review please!!!!

Lysaandi