A/N: I've started another mini-project, since it seems that I can only write little drabbles lately. I will update my on-going stories when I can, you all just have to be patient with my if you do read them. I hope you enjoy this little set of drabbles! There will be one hundred of them, as I'm following a list that I got off of YT from a beautiful video called 'E u p h o r i a'. You should watch it if you ever get the chance. If you want it, just PM me with a message asking for it. I'll be happy to send it.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Settings belong to Square Enix.
Kneeling in front of the pool of water, brown eyes watched the yellow and white petals float by. The young woman sighed, curled by the edge, her knees up to her chest and arms wrapped around her shins, chin resting on top of her knees. It had become a common practice of hers to come to the old church, crouch in front of the healing water and watch the petals float by, thinking about everything and nothing.
Glancing up, she caught sight of the shined sword that a man with black, spiked back hair used to use, who then gave it to her guardian. She smiled at the thought of her guardian, who seemed to be slowly coming out of the shell he made for himself over the last few years. He was such a quiet, imposing young man, still a child in a way for he never got the chance to truly grow up. It made her sad to think that he had missed the chance to experience five years of his life; that he had matured at the age of sixteen and would never get those five years of childhood back.
Pushing back some hair, she sat fully on the ground, removing her sneakers and dipping her feet into the surprisingly warm water. She smiled, leaning her head back, taking in the sparse rays of sunlight that showed through the gaps in the roof from age and decay, as well as from the outcomes of many battles. Rubble of broken barrels lay among the pews of the church, the banisters above having one or two rotting away due to moisture and a constantly warm climate. She remembered her guardian explaining to her once why the barrels were broken around her—that he had fought to save an important person from some mean people at the time. The thought reminded her that her guardian had a kind, loving and protective heart under his thick covering.
She opened her eyes then, and stared at the sky through the broken roof, staring at the endless clouds. She remembered that it was here that her guardian's story had truly started. This was where he had met the one person who would change everything about the world they lived in now.
This was the place where the original owner of the sword had fallen through, meeting the young girl who one day would save the world. This was where her guardian stayed during his time of illness, taking in the comfort of familiar ghosts. This was where the cure for geo stigma came from.
Marlene glanced back at the sword that a 1st Class SOLDIER had once owned with pride, smiling lightly.
This was where all hope for the Planet began.