FFVII: Journeys After Darkness:
CHAPTER I - The Battle of Ages
NOTE: The First TWO chapters of JAD are the ending from the videogame and are merely my interpretation. If you have already finished the game and aren't interested in re-reading the end sequence please skip to Chapter 3. Thanks!
Gleaming brightly in spite of the perpetual darkness enveloping us, my sword again swung at the self-proclaiming god. He was mine, for the hour I would have my revenge had come. Gripping the rugged, taped handle of the massive Buster Sword I readied to thrust as I dodged the Masamune, my enemy's legendary 6-foot sword that had already impaled me once before, long ago, or was that yet another of my illusions? No, there was no time to think about that. Concentration was key, for physical strength no longer mattered. I was fighting the last stage of the great battle, the final battle. Deep within the spirit center of the Earth my own spirit fought his. Now was the time to finish him, while he was weak in body. I couldn't fail, for this was a battle of mind.
Calmly he fought. Both of us had been in the lifestream of the Earth before, I in a freak accident in which the Earth had swallowed me up, Sephiroth a million times over, for he had been traveling it and absorbing the knowledge of centuries for the majority of the latter part of my life. My idol, Sephiroth, you were my idol. I looked up to you and now, after you've killed nearly half the people of this Earth, I have no choice but to finish you. This time for good!
He began to grin. Grinning? He was grinning!? How could he have any hope left for himself? After trekking across the globe for months for one single cause my party and I had followed Sephiroth to the center of the Earth, finally beating him once and for all, and now as I stood in the nothingness of his own crazy mind and the spirits of a thousand others as well, ready to finish him off, he gave me a smirk. If I had time for such things, I would have gotten goose bumps, as anyone would have had they gotten a chance to look the psychotic master of destruction in the face for at least a second before being obliterated. How could he be so cold? How could he be so insane!? Driven by a cause he himself found faulty, and he had the prerogative to instruct me in a lesson of illusions!? Damn you Sephiroth! Damn you to hell eternal for destroying my life and all I thought I knew! Perhaps the past has past but now I'm not so sure I even ever had one, all thanks to you. To escape from a world of illusions, I wonder which is better. Hmm, you were right Vincent Valentine.
As the majestic yet inane melee continued, I began to feel doubt. He was so powerful. Even though we had defeated him once, now the ultimate sword fight between good and evil that would decide his outcome ensued. Unable to give up hope for myself, I fought without thinking, the best way I could. Then I felt the muscles in my arms begin to pump like pistons and, with a sudden thrust, I felt the blood rush to my head and my lips go cold and drop open as I stared in awe. How could this be? Never before had I ever expected to see what was now occurring in front of my very own eyes. Sliding a bit backwards and staring straight through me, his once grinning mouth now hung slightly open, coughing up blood, and his cheeks turned pale. Pupils contracted, he lowered his convulsing head in order to inspect the damage he had taken to his lower torso. His arms went rigid and then loosened, the Masamune falling from his right hand as he realized that the gigantic Buster sword was now lodged tightly in his lower intestine. I, in as much disbelief as he was, for who would have foreseen the death of a near-god, begun to stutter and with failing strength drew the blade out slowly, blood now quickly running down its silver length, causing him to falter. Stepping back into the darkness that surrounded us, he grasped at his heavily bleeding wound and began to scream so horribly sickeningly that it made me cringe. Light emitting and tearing him apart as the evil spirit of Sephiroth faded, he screamed louder and louder until a sudden blinding flash caught me off guard and caused me to cover my eyes, and then he was gone forever. The beginning of the end had come to pass, and now the only thing we can do is wait and see if our efforts will pay off. But first, it has become essential to escape the crater... and fast...
TO BE CONTINUED...
CHAPTER I - The Battle of Ages
NOTE: The First TWO chapters of JAD are the ending from the videogame and are merely my interpretation. If you have already finished the game and aren't interested in re-reading the end sequence please skip to Chapter 3. Thanks!
Gleaming brightly in spite of the perpetual darkness enveloping us, my sword again swung at the self-proclaiming god. He was mine, for the hour I would have my revenge had come. Gripping the rugged, taped handle of the massive Buster Sword I readied to thrust as I dodged the Masamune, my enemy's legendary 6-foot sword that had already impaled me once before, long ago, or was that yet another of my illusions? No, there was no time to think about that. Concentration was key, for physical strength no longer mattered. I was fighting the last stage of the great battle, the final battle. Deep within the spirit center of the Earth my own spirit fought his. Now was the time to finish him, while he was weak in body. I couldn't fail, for this was a battle of mind.
Calmly he fought. Both of us had been in the lifestream of the Earth before, I in a freak accident in which the Earth had swallowed me up, Sephiroth a million times over, for he had been traveling it and absorbing the knowledge of centuries for the majority of the latter part of my life. My idol, Sephiroth, you were my idol. I looked up to you and now, after you've killed nearly half the people of this Earth, I have no choice but to finish you. This time for good!
He began to grin. Grinning? He was grinning!? How could he have any hope left for himself? After trekking across the globe for months for one single cause my party and I had followed Sephiroth to the center of the Earth, finally beating him once and for all, and now as I stood in the nothingness of his own crazy mind and the spirits of a thousand others as well, ready to finish him off, he gave me a smirk. If I had time for such things, I would have gotten goose bumps, as anyone would have had they gotten a chance to look the psychotic master of destruction in the face for at least a second before being obliterated. How could he be so cold? How could he be so insane!? Driven by a cause he himself found faulty, and he had the prerogative to instruct me in a lesson of illusions!? Damn you Sephiroth! Damn you to hell eternal for destroying my life and all I thought I knew! Perhaps the past has past but now I'm not so sure I even ever had one, all thanks to you. To escape from a world of illusions, I wonder which is better. Hmm, you were right Vincent Valentine.
As the majestic yet inane melee continued, I began to feel doubt. He was so powerful. Even though we had defeated him once, now the ultimate sword fight between good and evil that would decide his outcome ensued. Unable to give up hope for myself, I fought without thinking, the best way I could. Then I felt the muscles in my arms begin to pump like pistons and, with a sudden thrust, I felt the blood rush to my head and my lips go cold and drop open as I stared in awe. How could this be? Never before had I ever expected to see what was now occurring in front of my very own eyes. Sliding a bit backwards and staring straight through me, his once grinning mouth now hung slightly open, coughing up blood, and his cheeks turned pale. Pupils contracted, he lowered his convulsing head in order to inspect the damage he had taken to his lower torso. His arms went rigid and then loosened, the Masamune falling from his right hand as he realized that the gigantic Buster sword was now lodged tightly in his lower intestine. I, in as much disbelief as he was, for who would have foreseen the death of a near-god, begun to stutter and with failing strength drew the blade out slowly, blood now quickly running down its silver length, causing him to falter. Stepping back into the darkness that surrounded us, he grasped at his heavily bleeding wound and began to scream so horribly sickeningly that it made me cringe. Light emitting and tearing him apart as the evil spirit of Sephiroth faded, he screamed louder and louder until a sudden blinding flash caught me off guard and caused me to cover my eyes, and then he was gone forever. The beginning of the end had come to pass, and now the only thing we can do is wait and see if our efforts will pay off. But first, it has become essential to escape the crater... and fast...
TO BE CONTINUED...