Wolf Strife: The Legacy of Cloud Strife and Lightning Farron
Final Fantasy's VII and XIII and their characters belong rightfully to Square Enix and Mountain Dew belongs to Pepsi. All I own is this story and the original Characters in it.
Prologue: Wolf's pov.
I stood there facing the silver haired female in the ruins of the city. Aliceberge City from the looks of it. I gripped my Buster sword tightly in my left hand as I ran my right through my gravity defying spiky blond hair. She stood there with the 7ft Masamune sword in her right hand, her green catlike eyes never leaving me. There was a flash and light and she had disappeared. I moved cautiously towards the spot she was a moment ago. I tightened my grip on the massive swords handle and swung around it around as I turned quickly enough to parry and block a strike from the same 7ft Masamune sword from before, except its wielder this time was a male version of the girl who was 6ft-7in tall and appeared to be older than the Girl, who appeared to be my age. The major detail that caught my eyes was that he and his sword were both covered in and smelled of fresh spit blood. He repelled himself a good distance from me with a smug smile and closed his eyes. I readied myself in my battle stance.
"You're just like your father, Wolf." He said as he fully opened his eyes and released the darkest, most sickening, terrifying, and deadliest aura I've ever felt. It was so Strong it paralyzed me till I couldn't speak or move. "The name is Sephiroth, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to torture the son of Cloud Strife." My eyes widen in horror and I began Trembling in fear and terror. "I love torturing your father as much as I'll love torturing you or your loved ones." I stared as he moved quickly towards me as he prepared to cut me in half with his sword of his. Just before he the blade made contact with me, I blacked out to my scream of terror. Next thing that happens is that I wake up screaming in terror as I jolt upwards violently in a bed. It took a few minutes before I realized that I was in my bedroom, sweating and breathing heavily in my bed, with a worried and concerned girlfriend rubbing my back, sitting up and revealed to be wearing a black nightgown. She is Jenova II, but I call her Jenny for short.
"Wolf, are you alright?" she asks me in a worry tone. "You were moving around in your sleep violently and woke up screaming like you just had been murdered or saw something that scared you like you have just seen a ghost."
"It was a just a nightmare, babe." I replied "But it felt so real. I just hope I never run into him again."
"Who?"
"Sephiroth." I reply with a shudder as I lay back down and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist.