Ah-hah, I figure out how to get the line to add Author's notes at last!(Ahem) Anyways, I apologise for the amount of description here, but ther really wasn't anything in the game for me to use to base the character off of. If there was, It would have been a lot shorter. Anyways, this is my first atempt at a fanfic, so please keep that in mind. Also, I have a very strange attention span as well as OCD, so please try to bear with me. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this.


Prologue

A small female sat quietly in a corner. Her clothing was unlike most in the area. Clad in a skin-tight suit that ended two inches before her elbows, and several inches above her knees, covering everything between. The neck of the suit, which was the darkest shade of midnight, went half-way up her neck. Finger-less gloves were on both of her hands. The glove on her left hand stopping just below the end of her black suit, showing an inch of pale white skin. Her skin was in the same extreme of white as the black of her suit. The glove on her right hand, also finger-less, ended immediately after her wrist. Above the glove, a strangely shaped scar spiraled its way up her arm. Starting in an small spiral, it went slowly over her arm, and ended and began in a circling line. After were three circles all the way around her arm, about half an inch of space between them. Then another spiral and three more circles that ended just before the sleeve of her suit. On her left leg was a small boot ending just after her ankle. Above this was the same scar as was on her right hand, ending, as with the other one, just before the black of her suit. Her right leg had a boot as well, but as with the left arm, ended an inch before meeting clothing. Both gloves and boots were the same midnight black as the suit. The scars, however, were not normal. Unlike normal scars, they seemed to be works of art, and unlike normal scars, they were not skin colored. They were light sliver. Her eyes were the same color. Her black hair matched her clothing.

She sat straight up in a chair the same silver as her eyes and identical scars. In front of her sat a person who could not be seen, and was covered by shadow, while he girl was illuminated by a circle of moonlight that was allowed into the room by a circular window facing the south and the sea. Eventually, the figure in the corner spoke to her. Its voice was oddly high-pitched and deep at the same time, though it was continually changing octaves, pitches, and everything else possible to be changed in a voice. "Lu…LU?" The girl in the silver chair, the only other person seemingly there, the girl in the silver chair nodded, if somewhat hesitantly. The voice sounded again "You…are Lu?…of course…no so very different…except for what is always different…" The girl, Lu, sat with one leg, her long-booted leg, crossed over the short-legged one, hands clasped in her lap, sitting up perfectly straight, and looking the picture of good posture. Again the odd sounding voice spoke "Ah…alive…wonderful…but not yet…so much, so very much to do still…but soon…leave soon-soon, now, leave soon-now…Luce..." Easily interpreting the incoherent nonsense, she took her leave. The voice laughed again, cracking and going over several voices as different as the days of the year.

The girl, Luce, walked out and away from the disembodied voice, into the night. Cloudless and lit up brightly from the full moon and surrounding stars, the scars and skin glowing as brightly as the moon itself, the rest of her looking like an oddly placed shadow. She glanced at the full moon, no emotion showing on her oddly pale face. Moments later Phoenix soared through the sky. However, Phoenix was not red, or bright, but as sliver and pale as the light falling from the moon…

At the same time, half a world away in Nibelheim, Vincent Valentine sat on the roof of Shinra Mansion. The time of the day was sunset. He sat there, still clothed in the same garb he had worn two years ago, when he and the rest of AVALANCHE saved the world from Meteor. Death Penalty lay strapped in the holster on his leg. As he glanced down at his phone, he noticed that Yuffie was calling for what had to be the fourteenth time that day. After it stopped buzzing (it was on silent) he checked his missed calls. She had called no fewer then forty-seven times in the last twenty-four hours. As he contemplated wither or not to check his voice mail, another call came in. Before hanging up, he noticed that this time it was not from the annoying ninja, who was no doubt calling him constantly simply to remind him that she was turning eighteen next week, he noticed that it was one of Reeve's numbers flashing on his cell.

He hit the talk button on his phone, and listened, not even bothering to say a simple hello or offer a greeting. After twenty seconds, Reeve seems to realize that the phone isn't ringing. "…Vincent, didn't Yuffie tell you that you had to say something to let people know that you've picked up the phone??"

"Yeah…she might have said something about that-"

"Ok, anyways, I need you to get over here in a few days. I have something interesting to show you."

"Alright, I'll be there in two weeks."

"Vincent, I said a few days-" Vincent clicked his phone shut, drowning out Reeve's voice. He sat back and allowed the sun's warm, dying ray to warm his body temporarily before going inside into the basement and packing some of his stuff. Although it would only take a few days to reach Reeve, he had a short stop to make on his way over there. An hour later, Chaos was flying through the sky, heading in the direction of a certain underground waterfall.


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