Well, guys, this is it. My first story. :3
You'll understand it better if you read my one shot, "You're a hero", since this story is based a few years after that.
Well, this is just the prologue, sort of. Which is why it is in 3rd person. The rest of my story will be in Aram's POV, unless it is stated otherwise.
Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer : I do not own Final Fantasy. But I do own my character, Aram.
The nightmares were back. Each one seemed to be more horrifying.
Aram was alone, a sword in her hands. She stood her ground, not ready to fall quite yet. Sweat and blood dripped down her body, signalling that this has been going on for a while.
She was waiting for her enemy. She was ready to kill, and end all of this madness.
A shadow shot out at her, causing her to jump slightly. When it got close to her, she closed her eyes and swung her sword down.
The distinct smell of blood hit her hard, and she heard something fall to the ground with a thud. She was proud of herself. She had killed her enemy.
She opened her eyes, and was ready to look down at the dying form of her enemy. But she wasen't prepared for the sight in front of her.
The man looked up at her, and chocked on his words.
"Why?" He asked, staring up at her. Slowly, he closed his eyes, and his breathing stopped.
Aram dropped the sword, and let out a scream.
He was dead. Zack. He was dead. And it was her fault.
"ARAM!" She jumped up in her bed at the sound of her name. She was gasping for air, trying to breathe. She felt something wet on her face, and touched her cheek softly.
Tears. She had been crying.
She heard a sigh come from her left, and she turned her head quickly to see who was there.
Tifa shook her head, whispering something to herself. She finally let her eyes settle on Aram, and sighed again.
"It's been a few years, Aram. And yet, you still do this every now and again." She spoke, staring at the girl. Aram didn't reply, and wrapped her arms around her legs.
It was true. It had been at least 3 years since everything had ended for her. And yet, she wasen't over it yet. Thankfully, she had her friends now. But it still wasen't the same without him.
She gulped, trying to get rid of the knot in her throat.
Tifa stood up, and walked over to the door. She turned a bit to look at her, and smiled.
"Why don't you come down? Cloud should be back soon, I think." Aram perked up at the mention of her blonde, spikey haired friend.
In a way, Aram depended on the boy sometimes to keep her alive. Although he was suffering, as well, she needed him. And she knew that he needed her.
"I'm gonna come down in a minute. Just let me change." Aram spoke, her voice cutting the silence. She threw the covers off of her bed, and stood up up. She walked over to her dresser, and quickly changed into her usual outfit. It was almost identical to the one that Tifa wore, except Aram had a bit of purple on her shirt.
Once she was done changing, she walked to look at herself in the mirror.
Her once long brown hair now touched a few inches below her shoulders. It was now layered, and was pretty straight. Her dark green eyes shined, almost competing with an emerald. Her figure was skinny, and a bit curvy. She had fair skin, and was about 5'5". She stared at herself for a moment, and turned away.
She quickly made her way down the stairs, and noticed that a few of the AVALANCHE members were sitting around the bar. She raised an eyebrow, and made her way down to the bar.
Aram heard the door open, and turned to see who was coming in.
Cloud was walking into the bar, a blank expression on his face. As soon as she saw him, Aram had a smile on her face. She was always relieved to see him walk through that door.
"Hey Aram." He spoke to her softly, standing next to her.
She looked up at him, and took in what she was looking at. He had grown up since the incident. His features were more defined, and his hair even seemed to be a bit spikier.
She gave him a smile, and noticed that everyone in the bar had begun to talk amongst themselves.
For a moment, Aram had forgotten all about her nightmare. This was her new life now. If it wasen't for the very people in this room, she wouldn't be here right now. She would fight besides them, no matter what.
It's what Zack would have wanted.