Prologue
My…child…
Awaken my child…
Repent…for your sins…
Protect those whom you have caused great pain to…
He opened his eyes abruptly, he found himself floating in a small bubble of blue glowing liquid, feathers floated within the tank as well. Sticking out a finger, he poked the membrane of the bubble, which instantly dumped him onto the hard, cold rock floor.
"Where…am I?" He inquired to himself, walking around the large cavern naked and dripping with the still-glowing liquid.
He finds a small pool of water in the corner of the cave; he drinks deeply and washes the green ooze from his body
Over here…a voice called from the other side of the room, rather, whispered in his mind
The tall, sinewy man walked over to the place the voice had called him to. In the shadows, he discovered a pair of black pants, a long leather coat a pair of black army boots, and a horrendously long sword.
This…is your destiny Sephiroth…make a new image for yourself with your old tools of destruction.
Not knowing where the voice originated, but trusting it nonetheless, he donned the clothing, the pants being loose and baggy, and sheathed the sword in a sheath attached to the coat.
He set out from the cave, to do what the voice commanded of him.
My…child…
Awaken my child…
Repent…for your sins…
Protect those whom you have caused great pain to…
He opened his eyes abruptly, he found himself floating in a small bubble of blue glowing liquid, feathers floated within the tank as well. Sticking out a finger, he poked the membrane of the bubble, which instantly dumped him onto the hard, cold rock floor.
"Where…am I?" He inquired to himself, walking around the large cavern naked and dripping with the still-glowing liquid.
He finds a small pool of water in the corner of the cave; he drinks deeply and washes the green ooze from his body
Over here…a voice called from the other side of the room, rather, whispered in his mind
The tall, sinewy man walked over to the place the voice had called him to. In the shadows, he discovered a pair of black pants, a long leather coat a pair of black army boots, and a horrendously long sword.
This…is your destiny Sephiroth…make a new image for yourself with your old tools of destruction.
Not knowing where the voice originated, but trusting it nonetheless, he donned the clothing, the pants being loose and baggy, and sheathed the sword in a sheath attached to the coat.
He set out from the cave, to do what the voice commanded of him.
