This is the sequel of "-Nightmare's Reverence-".

=={Pearls of Light} is Aerith's PoV.

There were a few people a long while ago who wanted me to write more about Sephiroth and Aerith. Well, I'm here to say I'm starting a new 'series' that will continue the story, but in Aerith's PoV.

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I really hope you enjoy this little beginning.

Oh, and I didn't write the death scene "exactly" like it was in the game I added a lot of stuff in there that would make it more sentimental.

Anyway, please comment. I hope you enjoy it.

Pearls of Light

It felt like eyes were on me.

I kept mine closed, my hands clenched together. The serenity of my current surroundings did nothing but echo a dark omen.

Fear enveloped my entire being. I wanted to run away; abandon everything. But it would be no use. I had dug my own grave. There was no escape.

I held back tears that threatened to spill over my closed eyes. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed he wouldn't come. Maybe he wouldn't show up.

Maybe I could escape…

It was the only flask of hope I held in my heart. That hope was the only thing keeping me here.

There was a rush of air. I heard voices, but they were wordless. I opened my eyes and looked up, the light shimmering in my deep green eyes.

Cloud

I had nothing to fear. It was only Cloud. I smiled and made to get up. With only the sound of clothing and metal clanging in my ear, a sharp pain rippled through me. It wasn't physical pain that made my eyes widen in horror. It was the pain that emitted from Cloud's eyes.

Like an egg cracking.

What had been the source of that pain?

I knew. Even if I hadn't looked down to see a silver blade shoved violently through my torso I knew.

He had come. The one I feared the most.

Tears welled in my eyes as I leaned over and touched the blade. My blood was seeping out, drenching my pink dress. I opened my mouth to scream, but all that came out was silence. Scarlet dribbled down the corner of my mouth.

I felt a boot on my back push me forward. Masamune was pulled out of me as gravity took me into its embrace. I started falling forward, only stopping by a rough hand grasping my hair.

I felt my beloved pink bow being wrenched from its place, and with it, my mother's memento.

He let me fall. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was cold.

My back hit the marble stone, my blood pooling around me and drenching my untied hair. Slowly, my eyes upturned and stared at my killer. The tears dripped down my face.

His eyes were so cold, distant, angry, and hurt.

I knew the reason. I knew why he did what he did. He was like a child who had no better way of showing his emotions.

Even with this knowledge, I couldn't help myself from screaming with my silent voice.

Why?

Slowly, my eyes shut and I could feel the world around me disappearing into a swirl of green. The voices I had once heard so faint and dreary in the church were louder, forcing out all other sounds.

I couldn't feel anything anymore. Only the cold of his eyes.

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