After over an hour of tossing and turning, Livi slept peacefully.
Tonight, her dreams showed her an average day in Midgar, in so far as one could tell. No meteors were falling, anyway, and that was something. The only thing of particular interest was the young man with medium-length silver hair walking over the piles of rubble that were so common in that city.
His name was Kadaj. What he was doing there was his business and his alone, but he didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. He was continuing to walk, when, all of a sudden, a strong wind whipped up out of nowhere. Kadaj dropped to his knees so as to avoid stumbling on the haphazardly piled rubble; shielding his eyes from the blowing debris with his arm. When the debris settled, he looked up to see a familiar-looking man standing before him; a man who looked almost as if he could be Kadaj's brother.
This new man's name was Sephiroth. He reached out a hand towards the kneeling Kadaj.
Kadaj just stared at the older man. Tall, flat, black boots escaped into black pants, adorned with belts. Sapphire wings erupted from his lower back, stretching to the ground. The smaller, downier corvets on the outward tips of them ended in elongated, pointed digits, each with a little circle cut out of them. Blue though his wings were, they shone with a purple light, in the afternoon sun.
In his black, gothic, flared trench-coat, Sephiroth was indeed a sight to behold. Swaths of crimson came to points along the edges of the fabric, making it seem as though the tattered cloth was burning with dark red flames. A belt, depicting a set of silver wings upon its buckle, kept the flames in check. The man's bare - and quite muscular - chest could be glimpsed behind buckles and leather straps. A high collar, reaching up to the man's forehead, ended the trench-coat's reign, flaring out for a full foot, to either side of his head.
Yet there was more. Where the trench-coat ended, armor began. Upon Sephiroth's shoulders, inter-locking shoulder plates were placed. The upper-most plates, closest to his head, were each adorned with a trinity of tiny holes. The armor ended three inches above his elbows, at which point long, black gloves could be seen protruding from it. These reached the length of Sephiroth's arms, yet they, too, were not without deadly decoration. Thick, silver bracelets held tight to his wrists. Sweeping out of them, back towards Sephiroth's elbows, then away from him, were sharp, fin-like blades. Their 'bones' were black, with thinner, stronger metal, tinged with red, between each point.
Another wing protruded from his upper back, ending in a dagger-like digit, as though someone had made a feathered blade to look like a cross, then attached triangles to either side of the horizontal bar. Silvery, gossamer hair flared out to frame his face, then glided down gracefully over his shoulders, ending somewhere behind his thighs. Green eyes and an eerie smile completed the image.
"Are you with me?" Sephiroth asked.
Kadaj nodded, once, as he reached out to take his half-brother's hand. As he did so, the camera pulled back... back... back... until Livi was looking at a TV screen on which Sephiroth and Kadaj were walking across the rubble-fields of Midgar. There was a soft blipping noise and a blue text box appeared on the screen. White letters inside the box appeared, reading "Kadaj has left your party". There was the sound of something turning off and she found herself awake, in her bed.
Although she found the dream to be slightly odd, she didn't think too much of it and so turned over and fell back asleep.