The Turk Called Cloudia
Prologue – Age 12 – 15
Cloudia Strife had always been an odd child. Her blonde hair and blue eyes stood out amongst the darker Nibelheim villagers. Even her mother had dark hair and eyes, although she wasn't originally from the small mountain village.
She understood this though and her mother was proud of her. Especially when Cloudia decided to learn to fight so she could protect her mother. One winter a few years back a SOLDIER had gotten stuck in the village. It took some convincing but Cloudia was soon learning how to wield a sword.
Before the SOLDIER left he gave her a present and made her promise to master it. And to show him her skills when they next met. His present... a Buster Blade that was almost taller than she was. The other village children laughed at this, all swearing she would never amount to anything with her new oversized "toy". He just smiled as he ruffled her blonde curls, whispering one last piece of advice before he left the village.
Three years later and Cloudia will now only answer to 'Cloud' and has mastered her chosen weapons. She kneels to say goodbye to her mother for possibly the last time before setting out on her journey to show the SOLDIER she had met her progress.
His last words to her echoing as she left the village.
"Just be sure to protect your honour..."
AN: Virtual cookie to however can guess the identity of the SOLDIER she met... even though I guss it is pretty obvious... ^_^
