Sorry for the wait! This fic has also been on my backburner for quite a while. Enjoy!
It was another boring day in Midgar, and she was sitting back in her bedroom, thinking about past events...
10. I wish it would snow here. Zack had told her about snow before. He described as quite cold, and a lot of what he said matched what the books said about it. He thought that it wasn't really all that great. She wanted to see it though, and asked if she could go with him one day to go see snow. Zack laughed and said "Maybe someday,I could, for now, no." She didn't remember why, but it had something to do with how his paycheck wasn't big enough to go to where he had seen snow.
11. I wish that I could meet the person who saved me. It had been a few years ago, when it happened. She was walking home from the church, and it was sundown already. The monsters would be more active once night fell, and she didn't want to be around when that happened. So, she had decided to take a shortcut through the old playground. However though, she had forgotten that monsters had begun to appear there. Cutting through it, she ran into several monsters that had begun to corner her, cutting off all routes of escape. At that point, she began to pray for help to arrive, even though compassion was something rarely found at the slums here. A monster leapt at her, and she turned, closed her eyes, waiting for the end to come.
It never came.
At that moment, a voice with a Wutanian accent yelled "Get down!". She complied, and saw two men in a black suit when she turned briefly to see who was saving her, before she turned around again. One looked wutanian, and was holding an improvised. staff as a weapon against the monsters. The other was a black-skinned man with sunglasses on who used his fists to repel the monsters back. In short order, the monsters quickly turned tail and ran. When she turned to thank them, they were gone. She then quickly ran home. When she got home, her mother freaked out, asking her what happened to her as she was covered in dirt. She told her, and her mother told her to count herself lucky. Right after this, she told her mother that she was going to learn how to fight using a staff. Her mother agreed with her,and signed her up for lessons, but asked where she was going to get the staff from. The next day, she found the staff the wutanian man had used at the playground, and took it with her.
She paused from her reminiscing to look at the clock, and realized that she only had 15 minuites to get to her staff fighting lessons, grabbed her staff, and ran out the door. Maybe she would get to meet those two men one day.
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