It was abnormally warm out today. It was only around 60°F, but to the village of Nibelheim, it was hot. A lot of the snow was melted and created a lot of mud. The adults were slightly confused at the temperature, but paid no mind as the children were outside happily playing in something that wasn't snow for once. There was one child though, that wasn't playing in the mud like the others. That child was Cloud Strife.
None of the other kids wanted to play with Cloud and he wasn't sure why. Was he boring? Does he smell funny? He didn't think so, but just in case, he gave himself a testing sniff. Nope. The only things he smelled like were the laundry soap his mom made and a hint of the syrup that he'd accidentally spilled on his pants this morning. Maybe they didn't like the smell of his laundry soap. "Whatever. Who cares what they think anyway?" he thought angrily, suddenly sitting up in his bed. He didn't need an invite to go have fun in the mud! He'd just find someplace away from them, with more mud than in the streets where the other kids were playing. "The woods! There's sure to be plenty of mud there." he muttered to himself while changing into some clothes more appropriate for mud-playing.
Cloud told his mom that he was going to go play in the mud, and accidentally-on-purpose neglected to mention where he was going, while trying not to look to guilty. He knew that if she knew where he was planning to go, she wouldn't let him go. He didn't think he fooled her though. As he left she'd given him a look filled with suspicion. "Seriously though? It's not like there's monsters or something out there." he scoffed to himself as he started the trek up to the woods.
Ridiculously short, I know, but I couldn't spit anything out. I just wrote this on a small wave of inspiration. I have no clue where I'm going with this, so let me know if you have any ideas for me.