The Black Threads of Fate

Chapter 1: Ebony Feathers and Scarlett Clothe

Disclaimer:

Ok, I am very aware that I do not, DO NOT, own Final Fantasy 7 or Final Fantasy 8. However, I do own all of the ides behind this story, the plot, and any OC's that will be mentioned later...even if there is only one. Yeah, I am not really partial to stories with OC characters, but this one actually makes sense and is not just randomly added in.

Please enjoy!!!

The Main Chamber of the City Of The Ancients. It's secrets long forgotten, its traps many, its rewards...unimaginable. It's halls of ice glimmer in the sun, the lifestream passes peacefully beneath this spot. An Icy throne sits in the very furthest part of the middle of the chamber, it has been empty for ages...it has waited for another more powerful than its last master to sit upon it and rule the Forgotten Realm of the Ancients.

The clinking of chains echoed through the sunlit hall, a solitary slender figure slowly and softly approached the entrance gates.

'This should be where mother is calling for me from.…' The dark clothed man thought as he softly put his gloved hand on the door. The Silvery locks of the notorious man softly fell against the door as the figure leaned his head forward and closed his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, the crevices of the door illuminated and glowed an eerie green as the figure exhaled, making the fluid rush forth faster and faster through the doors veins till the Ancient locking mechanism disengaged with a distinct hiss. The doors creaked open slowly revealing the hidden chamber to the dark souled warrior. A unique grin spread from the warriors mouth with a glint of insanity to it.

'Mother will be pleased indeed...I've found her home...at last my plan can begin…' The figure's black boots clomped on the sacred ground as Sephiroth, ex-Shinra general, entered the space. Soon the warm green energy spread from the door to the ceiling, to the walls; the energy flowing along the veins of the Ancient's Den till all of the green energy descended down from the ceiling, spiraling towards the center of the room, where the floor moved forcefully to reveal its hidden treasure...the passage through the lifestream...

"Soon mother...soon.…Soon we will have our revenge upon this evil earth...and bring about our new society...our paradise..." Sephiroth looked up and his insane grin spread into an outright smile. His silvery locks bounced up and down as his entire chest heaved with evil laughter.

"SOON MOTHER!! SOON WE SHALL BE VICTORIOUS!!!" the words echoed down the empty halls of the den, the doors shutting finally, locking their new master inside, blocking all entry.

"soon..." echoed through the entire decaying city...

In his usual dark, brooding manner, Vincent stared longingly into the small puddle before him. He thought silently, indulging in his own depressive side. He was sure never to allow himself the slightest outward emotion, maintaining a cool mask of indifference at all times. This allowed him to deal with his own inner turmoil. Recent events involving Sephiroth, particularly his departure from Shinra, had triggered an uncharacteristic sense of nostalgia within him.
Why did the thought of Sephiroth make him think so fondly of a past he no longer remembered?
'Who am I?' he thought desperately. Everything before the experimentation done on him was a blank. He no longer remembered who he himself was.
All he knew was that Sephiroth was the key. He didn't know why he felt this way, but it did not matter. He needed answers and if Sephiroth, supposedly mad, could provide them, he was willing to take a few risks.

Following through with his plan, Vincent had gone to the Forgotten City, certain Sephiroth would soon come there. He moved his coffin into the safety of an old building that had most likely been a cathedral in the past.
After days of nerve-racking waiting, Vincent finally heard footsteps. Rising with speed that could only be called inhuman, he followed the echoeing footsteps, footsteps that could belong to only one person- Sephiroth.

Sephiroth prowled the deserted streets a ways ahead of him and when he heard the unmistakable creek of a door, a rare smile graced his pale face.
He had come, just as expected.

Sephiroth's black trench coat swayed in the cool breeze that was in his new throne

"Now...to acquire a puppet...we must serve the gods of irony and have this planet destroyed by its own people!" The idea elated the dark ex-SOLDIER.

"Perhaps...I remember...one particularly faithful comrade of mine...SOLDIER Valentine...what what his name Mother?" An eerie voice answered him inside his head

Vincent son...Vincent Valentine...

"Thank you mother...we shall make use of him...will you lure him here Mother?" The eerie voice replied once more inside Sephiroth's head, rather than aloud.

Of course son...i had thought of this...Jenova swirled in her invisible mist form to the cathedral lair of Vincent leaving herself vulnerable to detection, but not too obvious for him to suspect it was a trap...

All he had to do was wait for Sephiroth to come out of the door.
Simple enough. After all, what was a few hours of waiting compared to the yeatrs he had sought the answers to his numerous questions. Besides, time had no meaning for him anymore, anyway. Vincent believed strongly that he had once been completely human but the experiments done on him had drastically changed that. He would live far longer than a human, possibly even living until a well-meaning human came and put him out of his misery. It was too early to be certain of his life span.

Suddenly, he felt it. There was a cold presence within the cathedral with him, something no longer fully living.
His heart immediately warmed at the prospect of another like himself, even if they insisted on hiding from him.
As much as he wanted to believe that the presence was another like him, a small voice inside him told him that he was the only one of his kind and that the presence he felt was something far darker and manipulative than he could ever imagine.
Without warning, a chill ran up his spine, causing him to clutch his tattered cloak tighter to his body, a futile attempt at keeping the warmth from escaping. He had an unmistakable feeling that the presence was somehow making him feel chilled but there was nothing he could do to stop it, and what could it possibly do to him? Kill him? Death would be a welcome for him.

The spirit of Jenova wrapped itself around the figure cloaked in red. She put her mouth to his ear and spoke into his mind, her voice like a dark rising tide in the ocean.

Vincent...you seek someone...I know where to find him...Her dark presence swirled around him sucking all the warmth from the room.

I know the questions that burn inside of your skull...and I have the answers...but my answers are not free...you must first prove yourself...come with me...and if you survive...I shall give you your task...and after the task is complete...you will have your answers...With that Jenova left him no time to respond but immediately disentwined herself from him and started floating toward to door.

'He will make a fine puppet…' she thought to herself.

'That's it, I have finally gone crazy if I am really going to listen to a presence speaking in my head…' Vincent thought to himself as he listened to the voice inside his head. He knew this time it was the presence speaking. Once more, he didn't know how, he just felt it. It promised answers...but at a price.
Was his past worth the price it would ask?

The voice stopped talking and almost immediately he felt the warmth return to him. The presence was not gone, however; He could sense it towards the door.

Was he willing to risk everything for the answers he so deeply desired?

Yes.

He would do anything in his power to find them. If he failed the test the voice spoke of, death would be waiting for him with open arms, an end to his suffering.

Author's Note:

I hope y'all liked the first chapter! I just fixed spacing errors...or at least, tried to, anyway. If you have any suggestions or ideas, just email or PM me. I love hearing your thoughts and ideas!!!