Chapter 1 - Returns and Revenge

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Chappy done by Eville

"I suggest you just leave her alone. The most she'd live for is a few hours. Her situation is critical."

"But -"

"She won't live. She's better off isolated."

"I thank you for your help, doctor."

"My pleasure."

She could barely make out what they were talking about. There was only one subject they could talk about anyway. Her.

On her silken spreads she laid, tears dripping down her face, tendrils of silver hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. She was practically paralyzed; she couldn't move any part of her body, only her eyes could blink and her mouth could barely whisper.

"Why me?" she thought to herself, hot tears of injustice welling up in her eyes. It was an apt but precise thought. Her life had been short. She had been on the face of Earth for 18 short years, and all of it was about to be robbed from her in just a few hours. Why couldn't she be normal? Why couldn't she escape from the looming thresholds of death? Why was she the chosen one? She was born into a comfortable life and why couldn't she live to enjoy it? Then, as if in answer, an evil, malevolent voice heralded her into doom.

"You will be given a second life to live."

"I... will?"

"Yes, you will. I am your true mother, the Crisis of the Skies. Now... awaken, Sephiris!"

And once again he could see the world... through her eyes.

Altosuna was in total chaos. Dead bodies littered the ground; destruction was common to the eye. Buildings were alight with burning embers and the ground was black, blacker than black. Yang Kisagari kneeled on the charred cement of the town courtyard, surrounded by furious tongues of fire, summing up all the White Magic she could summon, hands placed at her mother's wounds. Ying was at her side, incapable of doing anything for all she was good at was Black Magic.

Yang tried to course the healing spell into her mother's gash, feeling the familiar sensation tingle through her fingers, white sparks playing around the wound, finally setting in. A sliver of life worked its way into her mother, whose brown, hazel eyes were lit by a faint mist. Her pale lips twisted into a weak smile of acknowledgement upon sight of her two daughters.

"Daughters" her dry voice rasped in Wutaian, a tongue she had not used for a long while.

"Mother" the two girls said in unison, unaware of the same language they had used in response.

"I wish that... you two will travel to the country of Wutai... and look for a Yuffie Kisagari... and tell her... tell her..."

The twins were struck by a moment of fear, afraid that their mother might lose it once again.

"Tell her that... Asamiya Kisagari will always remember her, even if... she's no longer her" With those final words, she parted ways with her daughters forever. What the last word was, she would never live to say again...

Ying took her Princess Blade firmly in one hand, Adamantine Sai in the other. Brushing a quiff of raven black hair away from her pallid face, she wandered towards the charred remains of Altosuna.

"It's now or never," she said to herself in Wutaian.

Maybe leaving Yang at the "campsite" alone wasn't such a great idea, but she had to take revenge on the captor of her mother's life. She was usually cold and aloof, just as her name Ying suggested, but this had gone too far. Just as she entered the stone courtyard, a sinister voice rang out tauntingly, "You shouldn't be up that late, young lady."

Her head swiveled around. Nothing. For a moment or two she was confused, but a figure in black hovered in mid-air, a smug look on its façade.

"I warn you - I'm armed!" She said in her most confident tone, but even to herself she sounded unsure.

"Oh? So am I." The figure landed gracefully onto the gravel flooring and walked up to Ying's bewildered form. The waterfall of silver hair fluttered in the breeze, bathed in the glow of the full moon. The eyes were abnormal: They were a glowing green-blue which, when reflecting the moonlight, looked both demonic and catlike at the same time. The pale skin was devoid of any blemishes. Tall and beautiful, she looked almost harmless, if not for her fearsome eyes.

Ying grimaced. This girl was... familiar. "Aren't you...?" Who was it? The name was practically flashing in neon colours right in front of her very eyes, but it didn't disclose itself.

"There is no need to know who I am. I know you want revenge."

"Well, duh!" Ying spat, losing control of her bottled-up anger, "You killed my mother, killed almost the whole town and... and... god knows what else! I'm gonna get you for all of that, right now!" With that, she raised the Princess Blade into the air and screamed, "LIGHTNING 3!" A loud rumble of thunder was heard and it rained hard upon the charred land, penetrating the tense atmosphere and a flash of light swiftly shot down from the sky and lightspeeded towards its target.

Amidst the sound of thunder, a voice came from behind her. "Impressive. Now... say 'ah'...!" Ying turned around, only to see her opponent charging towards her, a long six-foot blade pointed in her direction. Relying on her speed she dodged the strike and pushed her Adamantine Sai into the blade's force, which stopped her attacker's advance.

"I admire your skill. No one could escape me alive. Unfortunately, I have more... important matters to attend to." The girl materialized her sword into thin air, stared at Ying stoically and flew off into the air.

"Somehow I knew you'd come back here... Ying." Yang was smirking at her in a completely obnoxious way, but continued with a grim face, "She'll probably be hot on our tracks. Best we find where Wutai is, then make like a clam, scram and find help."

Note: If you wondering about this... 'She was usually cold and aloof, just as her name Ying suggested, but this had gone too far.' From Mandarin, Ying translates into 'shadow'.

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