When Powers Collide
A Final Fantasy 7 Fandom
When Meteor was beaten, there was joy. The Planet itself rejoiced along with its inhabitants. There was peace, undisturbed by "human faults" such as domination, warfare, jealousy; that peace lasted for a while, long or short.
Truthfully enough, the peace was unsteady and what could be thought of as a breather for the darker powers of the world, who were doubtless preparing for the next crime on the agenda. It took a year, perhaps less, for said powers to work themselves into a notch in the former Shinra secondary, Junon, and work to the top. An evil, yet ultimately powerless man drove Junon and its distant neighbor, Wutai, into a war.
Wutai itself had retained an easy reign over the Western islands, though its repeated attempts at the lands beyond its crescent island were beginning to wear it thin. Battle was Wutai's nature, after all; when it was brought up, none contradicted that its peace was as real as it was going to get. But, when Junon crossed the middle ocean, and took the vacationing town of Costa del Sol, that peace shattered. Godo, the long-time Emperor of his lands, though cowardly at best, would not stand for that, and instantly retaliated. Junon won that initial battle, and kept Costa del Sol until the very end of the war.
With this loss, Wutaiians were ready for war, as was Godo. Perhaps the only one not ready for war, having been through a much more difficult ordeal than this petty dispute, was Yuffie Kisaragi of Avalanche. She left her home country once again, after a year of leisure and rest. It seemed that Avalanche would be needed again after all.
She came to Nibelheim, after picking Cid Highwind up in Rocket Town on the way. The old pilot had been only somewhat reluctant; Yuffie had only to mention Cloud Strife's name and the old bastard was up and at em. Once in Nibelheim (where Cloud and Tifa Lockheart had resided since Sephiroth's defeat), the two of them met with Avalanche's former leader and Tifa. They talked, but came to no direct solution, were in fact avoiding trying to find one: to think that they had to seemed terribly arrogant. Later, perhaps the next day, Barret Wallace, the original leader of Avalanche, appeared in Nibelheim, Vincent Valentine close at hand. The two of them brought tidings, relaying both Red XIII (or Nanaki) and Reeve's inability to return to the frontlines to help Avalanche. Nanaki was much more concerned with the protection of his Canyon, which had remained neutral land since Godo's first few raids, while Reeve was stuck in Kalm, along with Elmyra and Barret's daughter, Marlene, also complaining that he would be of no use without Cait Sith.
A decision, based on a suggestion provided by the ever-thoughtful Vincent, was soon made between the discouragingly fewer Avalanche members. It was risky, even stupid, but they would do it. Her memory, above all else, mattered to them the most. And, really, what else could they do?
Yes, they would protect Aeris's tomb, the City of the Ancients, and the secrets left behind by the Ancients on the Northern continent.
It has been thirteen years since that decision was made, fourteen since the destruction of Meteor, and Sephiroth's defeat. A new, strong purpose has filled Avalanche's member's hearts (the original members', at least), and they have stood strong in the midst of the terrible war, waging to their south. Avalanche's numbers have grown to a considerable, but as yet weak five hundred, all of them trained by the original members. The original members themselves have grown weary, but stay strong nevertheless, hoping and praying for an end to this pointless destruction.
The war, meanwhile, has grown savage and thin. The Eastern forces continue to wipe Wutai's forces out with considerable ease, while Wutai and her weak Emperor frantically search for solutions.
Things will soon happen, things that will change the course of the war, of the Planet's history altogether...and only a few can stop, or prevent, or fight against these things. The stars above brim with an unearthly glow, the bowels of the Planet churn mystifyingly, the oceans roar in defiance...and the cogs of fate have begun to turn.
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Author's (Sep) Note:
Well, that's that; the prologue for When Powers Collide is done. Considering I initially wrote that nearly a year ago, then lost it, and crammed a bunch of other shit in my head, I think I did pretty well. I have no clue who'll be writing the first chapter, or when they'll write it, so sit tight.
Honestly, there's no way we can't know what's going to happen since we've already done it, and all we have to do is make some things make sense, and make other things make less sense (I think), and we'll be good to go, so it should be a fairly enjoyable, finished story. I know that Dyallo's with me, and Kaiju and Yoyo will be (at least)once we start the second segment of our wonderful li'l trilogy; Ryoko too.
Anyway, this is Sep, signing off. Review, flame, whatever.
Sep Oct. 23, 2004