There was a young, but not too young, brunette girl who lived in Sector 5 Slums, that everyone knew by name, Aerith. She spent most of her days in the run down church in the middle of the Slums. That's were the only flowers in Midgar ever grew. Everyone knew her as the 'Flower Maiden' since she tended to the flowers in her church and she would sell them around the Slums. It was very easy to spot her down in the dingy grey part of the Slums, besides having the oh so obvious brown wicker that ever so gently dangled from her wrist, she also had on a bright pink dress that stopped a few inches after her knees, along with a bright pink bow tied her hair, that was given to her by an old lover...Zack.

Zack had left Aerith about two years ago, never to return again. The day it rained, was the day she knew he was never coming back to her, not coming back to Midgar. He was gone, away from her, away from everything. He was one with the Life Stream now, she could feel it. She knew long before that he wouldn't return when he stopped returning her letters, or answering her phone calls. But she knew that it was part of his job, being a SOLDIER, and she still let herself fall in love with him. Every time she touched her bow, the one he bought on their 'first date' or whenever she thought of him, her emerald hues swelled with tears and she would have a harsh pain in her chest. She missed him more and more each day.

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course!"

Aerith wasn't your average 'Flower Maiden', there was something special about her, and everyone knew it. A certain branch of Shin-Ra workers, known as the Turks, knew very much of her 'ability' to communicate with the Life Stream and they made it their job to capture her. She was the last survivor known to her kind ...the last Cetra, or Ancient. The 'special' thing about her, was that she had a direct connect with planet through the Life Stream, she drew her energy from the stream. That was the main reason President Rufus wanted the Turks to capture her and take her to Professor Hojo, for experiments. He wanted to use her for more Mako to run the city, which was killing the planet more and more each day. Soon enough, the planet would die.

She spent most of her time, when outside of her church, running from the Turks. They continuously chased after her, for hours on end if needed. But she always managed to find a way to escape them. They may work for Shin-Ra, but she knew the Slums just a bit better than they did. That made it much easier to escape them, all but the ponytail one. He constantly followed her, but she pretends that she never even noticed. Being chased by them for so long, made her paranoid, which caused her to use her peripherals a lot more. The blonde Turk always got on her nerves, she always had an attitude and was the meanest of them all. The tall dark bald Turk never really said much, but he was still very intimidating. The red headed Turk, was secretly her favorite, besides he was always the first to stop running after her, there was just something about him that Aerith seemed to like; really like. Everyday when she made her rounds, she always secretly wished the red head would take pony tail's position and follow her around. But it usually never happened.

The red headed Turk, Reno Sinclair, could easily be spotted with his long red hair that was normally pulled back into a ponytail and his electro rod at his side at all times. He's been apart of the Turks for as long as he could remember. When he put effort into it, he was very loyal to his fellow Turks, and whatever mission they were on. But there were the days where he wanted nothing to do with them, and he would find comfort in a local bar, or anywhere there was alcohol. That was his problem...alcohol. It was his escape from everything, from everyone. He loved being a Turk, it was all he knew, but when things became tough, he would run away. This is usually how it ended when he was ordered to chase the 'Flower Maiden'. She would always out run him, making him mad, so he would quit and go drink himself away.

"A pro isn't someone who sacrifices themselves for a job. That's just a fool."

But there was something about that girl in the Slums, which he just couldn't let go. Maybe it was her eyes, or her flowers, or maybe it was because he couldn't get the mission out of his head, even if he was drinking the day away. She constantly ran through his mind. He knew that he needed to capture her, but was it just for the mission? Or did he want to capture her for his own reasons? He never knew, but the thought always ran through his mind when he was drinking. It bothered him a bit, but he was also okay with it sometimes. But usually he would shrug it off, until he saw her on his mission again.