The Planet knew.
Deep within the earth, the Lifestream stirred, rising to the sense of an impending new threat.
There were whispers across the land, that terrible things were about to happen. The Golden People had long since left the world and could no longer protect it from the wrath of The Calamity.
She was rising again.
Jenova.
It was of course, the arrogant humans' fault, their thirst and desire for power driving Her from Her long-forgotten slumber. They had not learned and now they had spelled doom upon the Planet itself.
It was not like it was defenseless-the Planet had Weapons at its disposal, fierce and nearly-unbeatable creatures that rose from the oceans and mountains to annihilate any threat. They were however, mindless drones and did not distinguish between humans who committed terrible sins, and those who did not.
There were voices in the Lifestream that could not bear that result. They knew Weapon was a last resort, that perhaps in this way, the Planet could somehow be saved from the path of destruction, but it seemed too cruel. The Planet was not the only one victimized by the rampage of these poisonous humans-some of them did only what they could to survive, and true to human spirit, allied themselves with the highest power.
In the end, the Planet could not give up on the humans which plagued it so. Its Golden People cried out, begging that hope still existed, somehow, somewhere. So…their prayers were answered.
A new Weapon was born, but this one born of the hopes and dreams of the Lifestream, one to save instead of destroy. It was a long shot, but none were alive who would know the outcome of this choice.
For now the Planet would wait. And the people would pin their fiercest hopes on this new Golden Weapon that someday, all life could hope to achieve peace.