A Long Time Since
The Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or any of the characters.
Minoa had found it very difficult to sleep in recent nights. She would toss and turn, nightmares making her scream in anguish, rendering a large portion of skin around her eyes a multitude of dark rings.
Something bad was going to happen. Something very bad.
It had been a long time since Sephiroth had summoned meteor and three silver-haired men had come to town looking for their mother, only to be defeated by a rag tag bunch of eco-terrorists. She really liked the look of that cute blond spiky haired leader when he was younger, but she wasn't the type to idolize celebrities and the like. Besides, with someone as good looking as him, wouldn't he already have a bunch of admirers, ready to swoon at the first sign of bare skin? Or, perhaps, he had someone in mind, someone who was special to him, but he hadn't the courage to confess. Minoa wasn't a sex monster that craved pictures of naked men or guys chests, heck, she hadn't even kissed a boy. At school, all the girls would talk about their boyfriends, the duration of the relationship and what they had done. It didn't sound very exciting to her. On the contrary, it made her want to puke with disgust.
But, then again, the vomit would be just as disgusting.
Even more disgusting than that was the creature Jenova, her dreams entailed that of the ugly life form and much more stranger things.
Tears were crusted in trails down her face as she awoke. She sighed and settled further into her blankets. Her eyes inspected the white ceiling, then moved onto her blue walls and orange door surrounded by mint green trimming. Looking over to the other side of the room, her eyes rested on the makeshift curtain hanging from a wooden rod then went back to navigating the ceiling.
Sighing once more, she got up and changed into her daily attire.
Minoa had been as a baby in the ruins of Midgar. They'd sent her to a safehouse, where those who had endured the blast were sent to rehabilitate. After she had recovered, she was transferred to an orphanage.
Not that the orphanage treated her badly or anything, but she just wanted a life where things would be so much different. There were times when she'd cry herself to sleep for the life that she craved so much. But, things were always the same in the morning.
Now, the tears were there for another reason. She would never admit to anyone that she was scared of these dreams that were far from good. Pushing thoughts of everything out of her head she proceeded out of her room.
The orphanage was bustling with life, children played endlessly; adults talked quietly amongst themselves; babies screeched, inspiring a headache to anyone within a fifty metre radius and everyone else was going about their daily routine.
Minoa's red hair went unnoticed by the overseers as she slipped out into the freezing winter air.
Criminal rates were quite high and Minoa was aware of the risks. But what did she possess of value that one would want to take? All she had was her name and a pile of rubble that used to be her home. So, chances of her being kidnapped or mugged weren't great.
She continued on down the dreary street, deep in thought.
An outstretched hand roughly clutched her upper arm. Locking eyes with her captor, she had decided, wasn't the best idea. The subjugator was a man, his tanned hands wrapped firmly around the hilt of a blade that was poised to strike the moment she displayed any resistance. His eyes were a myriad of colours, constantly changing from green to purple to red and back again. Under his steady gaze, she felt her eyelids droop. A yawn forced itself from her mouth, subduing her and making her body fall peacefully into his arms.
A/N: aww man… I think this turned out kinda badly. But, not to worry, I have established the setting and a strange aura of… something, and it's pretty long too. Please review. Next chapter will be longer and we will learn what happened to our heroes. Yay!