The 3rd Advent: Prologue.
Laughter rang about at the Gold Saucer as kids of all ages raced about happily to see which one would get to the rides first.
But, one young women with brunette hair standing with a young child that looked about 5 years old and another young girl with long wavy brown hair by her side was adjusting someone with spiky blonde hair, his eyes closed, onto a slow-moving ride.
It was obvious that he somehow could not apparently walk properly onto the ride.
"Cloud?" Asked the brunette softly.
He didn't move.
"He hasn't opened his eyes since yesterday." The young child remarked sadly, staring at his weak closed eyes.
"Do you think he's, perhaps..." I started.
I stopped.
I couldn't finish my sentence.
If he were dead, we would've noticed by now.
He still somehow had some signs of vibrant life to him.
No.
We wouldn't give up.
"Cloud." I poked him.
"Cloud!" Tifa shouted.
"Cloud.." Marlene said.
Her salty tears of sorrow and melancholy fell on Cloud's face.
As if he could sense our feelings, he started to groan in pain.
But, why?
"Cloud." Tifa said, touching him on the cheek ever so slightly.
"Are you awake?"
His eyes opened just the slightest bit.
"Him... The Nightmare..." He murmured weakly. "He's coming back again."
The Nightmare?
Could he mean...
Sephiroth?
"But, I thought Sephiroth was dead!" I remark into the darkness of the now chillingly slow ride.
"He was." Cloud said, hacking. "But, he's coming back again.."
"How is he alive, anyway?" I ask the shadows and to no one in particular. "I thought he had died done for at that last Advent!"
In Cloud's mind, Cloud could just see him slicing Sephiroth with Omnislash Version 5 and him vanishing into the shadows.
"So had I." Cloud said. "But apparently we were all wrong.."
There was a long silence.
"There... Will be a 3rd Advent." Cloud said weakly. "But I just don't know when."
All of a sudden, he started to groan in pain.
"Cloud!" Tifa hollered, alarmed. "Cloud!"
Cloud was paying no mind to Tifa's alarmed cries.
In Cloud's mind, he was seeing a figure from the past with a large bloody fire around it.
Sors imanis... (Fate - monstrous...)
Et innanis.. (And empty...)
The figure slowly picked up his Masamune and stabbed it.
Back in the real world, as if the vision was a reality, Cloud clutched at his chest, struggling to breathe in air.
He was also seeing a vision during this time too.
He was seeing that same figure stabbing Aries to her death in slow-motion.
Estuans interius...
Cloud groaned in extreme pain and agony as he saw another vision of Sephiroth beckoning to him. "Come with me to the Promised Land... Cloud."
Ira vehementi...
Cloud gasped in horror, screamed, and then he took a short, shaky breath and closed his eyes.
Cloud was gone.
Tifa shook Cloud. "Cloud!"
There was a pause.
"He's gone..."
Marlene started to cry.
Then, the ride grew silent.
"What did he mean by the 3rd Advent?" Asked GG.
Tifa picked up Cloud.
"It doesn't matter. I suspect we'll learn more about this as it happens naturally, anyway. For now, let's go home. We've got to tell them about this matter."
Meanwhile, in the darkened corner, someone started to whisper.
"Yes.. Yes... It is near..."
The 3rd Advent: Chapter 1.
A tall, straight, familiar figure was standing in the bloody red fire.
"Mother..." A spine-chilling voice said to the darkened shadows. "That past event left me without any power. Nothing. Not even a tiny bit of anything. So I can't protect you... But you understand... Don't you, Mother?"
The strangely feminine-looking humanoid figure that looked a lot like a makonoid just stared back at him.
Of course it couldn't respond.
But the figure just continued talking as he caressed "her" face gently.
"...I'm knew you would understand, Mother. Now, can't you help me escape this place? That way we can continue our plan..."
A bright blue light flashed.
And then, they seemed to disappear into thin air...
Meanwhile, at a Pokemon Musical Place/Concert Hall/Special Banquet Hall, the people were gathering at the banquet hall to celebrate their 100 year Musical celebration and to eat the chocolate cake.
All of a sudden, a young girl dressed in a beautiful white dress burst into the banquet hall.
"Oh!" The man that was hosting the banquet seemed genuinely alarmed. "Q-Queen Marisa! She's here!"
Practically a whole audience excitedly darted up to the young women.
Excited young people asked the flustered famous young women everything.
Just then, the front door slammed open.
A young man with silver hair and green cat-like eyes was standing in the doorway.
"Oh, sir! Are you here for the banquet?" Asked a certain little girl: Queen Marisa's daughter. "Come on. I'll show you where to go!"
Without a word, she started to guide him toward the banquet hall.
"Oh yes, I'm here for the banquet..." Thought the dark voice calmly, yet quietly.
The young girl started to drag him toward the door, but then, without a word, the young man picked something out of his large pocket.
His ever-so-familiar large katana: the Masamune.
Without a word, he furiously let go of the girls hand and stabbed her in the chest.
And that was when Queen Marisa came in and saw her currently dead daughter.
She instantly started to cry, but then clenched her teeth in anger, and looked up at the smirking young man.
"What will this accomplish for you here?" Fumed the Banquet Queen Carisa. "I order you OUT!"
The young man started to laugh eerily.
"What are you laughing at?" Demanded the Queen.
He didn't answer.
He just plunged the sword into the body of his victim, smirking madly all the while.
The weakened Queen held onto her knee.
Then, a stunned look formed her face.
"You... You... You can't be.."
And that was when the Queen fell onto the floor dead.
He looked at the Queen closely.
"Still not good enough..." He said, and slowly walked away from the now destroyed banquet hall.
Outside the banquet hall, a small shiny Zoura scurried hurriedly to the Small Court.
But, a certain young man with silver hair and green cat-like eyes stood in its way.
Zoura gasped out of fear.
Then, the Zoura fainted on the floor.
The young man closed his eyes and...
Started to absorb its cells?
All of a sudden, the young man changed.
The young man had become a tiny Zoura.
He giggled mischievously, pleased with himself, as he scurried across the city of Nimbasa to a glorious, ginormous mansion...
