There Cloud was, once again on the road. The gentle rain slightly tapping
against his shoulder plate. He tilted his head back slightly, eyes closed
accepting the cool precipitation.
He ran his palm across his spiked hair, and thrust it forward with a flick of his wrist, spraying the dew in front of him.
His sword was beginning to get heavy, so he thrust his sword onto his shoulder able to bare the weight of his massive sword. He grunted but persevered. The water rolled off the sword and fell to the ground in a puddle.
His black slick clothes were soaked with the rain coming down ever more increasingly. Of course most people would never travel in weather like this. His clothes were really uncomfortable with them being soaking wet.
His travels of his adventure brought him from Nibelheim to his current location of Junon. His journey was to reach Midgar within two days. He was tired but didn't care. He was an ex-member of soldier. He was trained to be the best. Well one of the best. His biggest rival, Sephiroth, was defeated two years ago with the help of his friends.
His memories of his battle with Sephiroth was more than a memory now but more of a nightmare now than ever before. He thought his problems was over when holy was released to stop meteor.
Just remembering his battle was more depressing than losing Aerith to Sephiroth. That in its own case was a nightmare. Sephiroth's blade coming down into her back and out through her stomach. Even letting her goes in the City of the Ancients pond.
Finally Cloud reached a wild chocobo area. He used his greens to get a chocobo to come to him. He knew how to catch a chocobo. It wasn't very hard to catch one. Well not for Cloud.
Of course nothing was hard for Cloud. Not with his body type or his sword. Cloud stood about 5'7" and at around 210 pounds. His hair was spiked and blonde. His armor and clothing was very simple and very light. With a shoulder plate on his right shoulder. The rest of his clothes were a dark purple. Finally a chocobo came out of some trees just to the south of Clouds current position. His mind stopped racing of thoughts of the past and finally focused on what his current job was.
The chocobo came closer and closer until it was in arms length of Cloud. Finally Cloud jumped on it and hooked the harness on it.
The harness was in place and his ride was a fresh one. So he began his journey to Midgar. He felt like he was on the finishing stretch of a chocobo race at the Golden Saucer instantly remembering his date with Aerith. Then his freinds back at Nibelheim, which he left so abruptly, and without telling a soul, but to go back to Midgar. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong.
His thoughts raced from Tifa, to Barret, to RedXIII, Cid, Yuffie, Cait, and Vincent. The thoughts of pain, love, and anguish. His feelings toward them had grown during their journey but he still felt that he was different from them. He knew he was, being a clone of Sephiroth meant he had no life. Also it meant that he was a puppet of him, no matter if he was alive or dead. Which there was no way he could be alive but with his power he had no one would ever know.
He wanted to be at Midgar soon but it seemed he would never reach the ruined city. Of course he had one more day before he would reach Midgar. So he decided to rest with his tent.
The morning air was brisk when Cloud woke up. He instantly grabbed his massive sword and put it into its rightful place. He walked out of his tent and walked to his Chocobo. He jumped on it and rode off to meet his hopeful arrival that day.
Finally just in the distance he saw the silhouette of the ruined city of Midgar. His anxiety was now more than ever. He couldn't believe he actually made it in within a week. Of course last time they did or journey they were being followed by Jenova, Sephiroth, and Rufus.
He charged ahead faster and faster wanting to get to Midgar. His journey would be over. Of course something of Sephiroth, Zack, and the company Shinra. Either information of some sort or truths.
Finally his arrival at Midgar was within minutes. He was ready to get there so he could see the damage meteor had done, or even what damage that holy had caused.
The gates of Midgar now stood in front of Cloud. With absolutely no time to spare Cloud had to get into Midgar as soon as possible. So he dug into his pocket and grabbed the key to the 7th sector slums.
He walked in and all he saw was destruction and ruins. There were a few people but the populace of Midgar was gone. A white light was in his eyes and suddenly blackness all around. A vision came out of the darkness. A vision that showed of what was to come or what had passed. Finally Sephiroths faced flashed in front of the visions and began laughing his dark and evil laugh.
He ran his palm across his spiked hair, and thrust it forward with a flick of his wrist, spraying the dew in front of him.
His sword was beginning to get heavy, so he thrust his sword onto his shoulder able to bare the weight of his massive sword. He grunted but persevered. The water rolled off the sword and fell to the ground in a puddle.
His black slick clothes were soaked with the rain coming down ever more increasingly. Of course most people would never travel in weather like this. His clothes were really uncomfortable with them being soaking wet.
His travels of his adventure brought him from Nibelheim to his current location of Junon. His journey was to reach Midgar within two days. He was tired but didn't care. He was an ex-member of soldier. He was trained to be the best. Well one of the best. His biggest rival, Sephiroth, was defeated two years ago with the help of his friends.
His memories of his battle with Sephiroth was more than a memory now but more of a nightmare now than ever before. He thought his problems was over when holy was released to stop meteor.
Just remembering his battle was more depressing than losing Aerith to Sephiroth. That in its own case was a nightmare. Sephiroth's blade coming down into her back and out through her stomach. Even letting her goes in the City of the Ancients pond.
Finally Cloud reached a wild chocobo area. He used his greens to get a chocobo to come to him. He knew how to catch a chocobo. It wasn't very hard to catch one. Well not for Cloud.
Of course nothing was hard for Cloud. Not with his body type or his sword. Cloud stood about 5'7" and at around 210 pounds. His hair was spiked and blonde. His armor and clothing was very simple and very light. With a shoulder plate on his right shoulder. The rest of his clothes were a dark purple. Finally a chocobo came out of some trees just to the south of Clouds current position. His mind stopped racing of thoughts of the past and finally focused on what his current job was.
The chocobo came closer and closer until it was in arms length of Cloud. Finally Cloud jumped on it and hooked the harness on it.
The harness was in place and his ride was a fresh one. So he began his journey to Midgar. He felt like he was on the finishing stretch of a chocobo race at the Golden Saucer instantly remembering his date with Aerith. Then his freinds back at Nibelheim, which he left so abruptly, and without telling a soul, but to go back to Midgar. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong.
His thoughts raced from Tifa, to Barret, to RedXIII, Cid, Yuffie, Cait, and Vincent. The thoughts of pain, love, and anguish. His feelings toward them had grown during their journey but he still felt that he was different from them. He knew he was, being a clone of Sephiroth meant he had no life. Also it meant that he was a puppet of him, no matter if he was alive or dead. Which there was no way he could be alive but with his power he had no one would ever know.
He wanted to be at Midgar soon but it seemed he would never reach the ruined city. Of course he had one more day before he would reach Midgar. So he decided to rest with his tent.
The morning air was brisk when Cloud woke up. He instantly grabbed his massive sword and put it into its rightful place. He walked out of his tent and walked to his Chocobo. He jumped on it and rode off to meet his hopeful arrival that day.
Finally just in the distance he saw the silhouette of the ruined city of Midgar. His anxiety was now more than ever. He couldn't believe he actually made it in within a week. Of course last time they did or journey they were being followed by Jenova, Sephiroth, and Rufus.
He charged ahead faster and faster wanting to get to Midgar. His journey would be over. Of course something of Sephiroth, Zack, and the company Shinra. Either information of some sort or truths.
Finally his arrival at Midgar was within minutes. He was ready to get there so he could see the damage meteor had done, or even what damage that holy had caused.
The gates of Midgar now stood in front of Cloud. With absolutely no time to spare Cloud had to get into Midgar as soon as possible. So he dug into his pocket and grabbed the key to the 7th sector slums.
He walked in and all he saw was destruction and ruins. There were a few people but the populace of Midgar was gone. A white light was in his eyes and suddenly blackness all around. A vision came out of the darkness. A vision that showed of what was to come or what had passed. Finally Sephiroths faced flashed in front of the visions and began laughing his dark and evil laugh.