Hey guys, this is my first story uploaded!
I hope you enjoy it and I"m sorry if the prologue is a bit short...
I do not own anything to do with Final Fantasy VII (That right goes to Square Enix), I only own the original character, Tristis Memoria/Nix Somnium and the twists added to the plot.
Prologue - Endless Cycle
She sat there like a tattered doll. The room was neat, aligned perfectly with no clutter or mess around to tarnish her image of being the organised woman she was. On one side of the room was a large window supporting a soft seat to watch the shadows of buildings dance with the flickering street lights. The sky was black with millions of diamonds scattered around. They were beautiful, yet pale in comparison with the large full moon overhanging everything down below. The window was slightly open to let the night breeze brush by her rosy cheeks. She looked like the perfect picture, posing and ready for a victim to be entranced.
The woman was wearing a scarlet sinlet that hugged her body, revealing how curvy she really was. She wore denim navy blue pants, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves and a pink ribbon tired around her upper right arm. In her left hand, she held a small silver and golden trinket... Bells... They tinkled as she slowly moved her hand and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position. She was sitting at the window, her back leaning against the wall with one leg up and the other laying limply down. The hand with the bells rested upon her knee while the other just lay on the thigh of her resting leg. Her dim emerald eyes were staring at something far, far away. Something she held so dear too.
Memories.
She could hear several voices down below the wooden floorboards. Ones that were familiar- maybe too familiar now. She had heard them speak over the many years... The teasing banters, the cheerful chatter and the soft grunts of agreement.
Nothing has changed... She thought. Nothing at all...
She wished she could think of something else other than how familiar everything was to her now, but she couldn't... Because, just like she had thought... Nothing has changed... Because nothing really has. No matter how many times she tried, how much sweat and blood she had released during the years... Nothing has changed.
And that really irked her. Even though a couple of days ago, it was her birthday and her friends were still probably partying because of it, she somehow still felt depressed.
"Cheer up! It's your twenty-fifth birthday!" Her friend had told her that day.
She dreaded that number. The number twenty-five meant so many things to her. She hated it beyond anything else, yet it gave her small comfort. The meaning behind the two digit number was incredible. It meant redemption, pain, happiness, friends, lovers, worries and fears.
She has had enough of worries and fears. They were endless to her... Nothing but pressure pushing down on her, weighing her down and making her even more depressed. The number twenty-five made her gears go reeling into action and therefore, made her incredibly moody. The number meant nothing but an endless cycle.
She hated that number. Sometimes she wondered why'd even bother having such a fear for it.
Slowly, she closed her eyes and felt the breeze brush against her skin once again. She could hear tinkling bells, ringing twenty-five times. She could hear sweet whispers. "It is time..." It said.
It was then that she remembered why she dreaded the number twenty-five. After all, how could she forget completely? Because really, nothing has changed at all...
It means everything to me...