WARNING: Spoilers ahead for Advent Children. You WILL find out the ending, so don't read it if you haven't seen it and/or don't want it ruined for you.
I know this isn't a very long prologue, but I felt that it was a good place to stop. I will post the first chapter very soon, but I want to add a few more pages to it so you will have a nice, long update. Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, Advent Children, or X-men. I WISH I owned Cloud. And Sephiroth. And Vincent. And Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo.
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The moon was strangely bright that night.
So bright that it almost hurt to look at it, even when you were forced to see it only behind ruby quartz shades. Scott Summers took a deep breath of the pleasantly crisp night air and smiled at the redhead walking by his side.
Jean returned his smile with a warm one of her own, her breath leaving a white cloud in the air as she exhaled. The moonlight shone captivatingly in her green eyes, and Scott found himself resisting the urge to find her hand with his own. He was about to do just that when he noticed that she had stopped and was gazing intently around them.
"Scott," she spoke softly, turning to him, "Something's wrong."
Seeing the serious look in her eyes gave Scott pause.
"What do you mean?" He replied.
"The wind's stopped."
And indeed it had. There had been a playful evening breeze toying with the trees just a little bit ago. Not only that, but it seemed like the rest of the world had taken the breeze's cue and halted also. It wasn't like one of those old, corny horror movies. Everything was just…still. Like that split second before a person exhales.
"Let's go back inside." Jean said nervously, tugging at Scott's coat.
"Alright."
They began walking at brisk pace and they were soon out of the trees that surrounded the mansion yard. There was no sound from their shoes as they clipped along the cement path to the front doors of the mansion. Scott chanced a look up and stopped.
"Jean. Look."
Jean followed suit and impatiently gazed at the sky.
There was a strange pattern of stars up above them, glowing steadily and more brilliantly than any of the others. Jean wrinkled her nose and tried to place the odd pattern, but it didn't match any of the constellations she'd ever seen. It was much too intricate for that.
It was a large circle that enclosed three smaller circles in the shape of a triangle. A dizzying pattern of lines and swirls interconnected the four circles. Right before their eyes, the strange, circular pattern began to glow brighter and seemed to suck the surrounding stars into its brilliance.
Scott was dimly aware of the mansion doors opening and he and Jean were joined by the Professor and several of the other students. All eyes were riveted on the stars.
The fours circles began to spin, faster and faster in a peculiar, kaleidoscope dance. Then, from the center of the triangle the three smaller circles formed, a gaping, black maw opened and a blazing stream of light shot forth.
It raced for the ground, faster and faster, finally striking not a hundred feet from the awe-stuck students. The whole place rocked with the force and for a moment, the light was blinding.
The gleaming string of light swirled softly in its column, almost benign. From the stars up above, a sparkling, green mist crept down the bar of light. When the tendrils reached the ground, they circled around to form the same strange pattern in the heavens. Gradually, the green mist enveloped the light, which receded upwards to its origins.
Arms of the strange mist broke off from the main mass and floated searchingly towards them. Instinctively, the students backed away. From the center of the mist, which had begun to thin considerably, a figure was rapidly taking shape.
He, for they could tell from the shape of him that it was a man, appeared to be leaning heavily on some sort of wide bar with a handle sticking out on top. They could hear his breath, which was coming in short, quick gasps. As the mist continued to dissipate, the man's head lifted laboriously and the by-standers found themselves looking straight into a pair of fiercely luminescent, green eyes.
Suddenly, the mist gathered itself together and shot towards the celestial beings from whence it came. The black mouth swallowed it up and the stars winked out. The man collapsed to the ground, as if the mist had been all that was holding him up.
The Professor wheeled cautiously down the steps, trailed by his students, to the strange man.
It was clear now that the object he had gripped so tightly was an enormous sword, easily as tall as a man and perhaps a foot and a half wide. The metal winked ominously at them from the corner of a small, rectangular socket with a cylinder that looked as if it could be unscrewed. A set of colored balls gleamed from their sockets just below the hilt.
The man himself was young, and good-looking. He had blonde hair, very light, that was cut in some peculiar way so as to stick out in a myriad of spikes. The soft features of his face were compressed in a grimace, as if in pain. He was young, perhaps mid-twenties, but he looked like he'd been through a lot.
His clothes were black or navy blue and did little to conceal his lean musculature. Black pants and boots, a navy blue, sleeveless shirt with a high collar, black leather gloves, and a strange half trench coat completed his odd outfit.
His left shoulder was covered in some type of black armor with a wolf's head brooch pinned in the corner. An earring in his left ear matched the brooch. A red ribbon had been tied around his right arm like a mourning ribbon.
The Professor bent and put a hand on his shoulder and the grimace on the young man's features softened and disappeared.
Xavier looked up at his students, who were all watching him and the man.
And the playful night breeze tickled again through the trees.
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