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A Wedding Present

The next morning...

A beautiful white carriage strolled out from the forest, driven by four elegant white Chocobos as provided by Prince Firion's entourage. Inside rode the beautiful maiden the prince had rescued the day before. The same one he swore to spend the rest of his life with, though rather quickly.

As the feathered birds got closer to the castle, they halted gracefully in front of Cornelia castle. The Queen's loyal knight Gabranth, had waited for the arrival of Firion's bride at the base of the castle. He sighed deeply in hesitation as he reached for the carriage door's handle, reflexes telling him to open it.

But Terra was in quite a hurry. She rapidly opened the vehicle's door while smacking Gabranth's face in the process and frantically ran up the staircase leading to the front door.

"Am I late? I hope Prince Firion did not wait so long for me!" She cried breathlessly. Thankfully, her wedding dress was not all bulky and heavy. It was rather a light one with a knee-short skirt designed with laces and a bit of ruffles. The dress matched with glittering white, flat shoes. But her arms could not move as freely with the off-shoulder design of the top part of her dress The strings of white pearls were hanging from her shoulders to her upper arms. They were sewed from white satin cloth embroidered with flowers, wrapped around the upper half of her body.

The ignored knight was startled by the maiden's action that he slightly stumbled backwards. He held his painful nose which received most of the impact and checked if it was bleeding. Luckily his face proved to be durable enough, the door only left a bruise on the bridge of his nose. Grabranth quickly stood up straight and turned to follow the running Terra up the stairs.

From the carriage stepped out the older one of Terra's friends, Light as he dusted himself off while walking to the castle steps. He too was dressed especially for the ocassion... in a white version of his usually blue armor. However, he was without the helmet.

Luneth followed in pursuit, jumping out the carriage and also running to catch Terra. The younger warrior wasn't in his armor anymore, unlike Light. Instead, he changed his job class into a red mage. The attire he chose was considered to be a semi-formal clothing which was perfect for the celebration; especially with the stylish red hat designed with a feather.

"Terra! Wait for us!" Luneth shouted at the bride, quickening his pace with Light by his side. They both ran towards Terra's direction.

Gabranth, who reached the top of the stairs first, opened the huge, castle door for the girl with a slight bow then followed her inside. As he entered, Gabranth grinned menacingly at Terra's guardians and closed the door before they could enter.

"Hey! Wait!" The little red mage cried, but he was too late. He pushed the door and struggled with its handle. It wouldn't budge.

"Let us in!" He demanded with a strained growl.

While Luneth continued forcing the door to open, Light calmly scanned the area to search for another way in. He raised his head up to his right and saw a protruding balcony on the left side of the castle from the corner of his eye.

"Luneth," He called calmly, "Do you think you can climb that balcony?"

Luneth paused from what he was doing and looked at Light curiously. He followed the direction where his older friend was staring at.

A balcony! Just what he needed!

The boy grinned at his brother-like figure, "Oh yeah! Thanks Light!"

And with that, he ran off to perform "Plan B" of infiltrating the castle.

Inside, Terra ran as fast as she could to the large hall of the castle. She was focused on another door at the opposite end, "Oooh! I do hope I'm not late for my own wedding!"

Gabranth, who ran after her, attempted to stop Terra from getting any further. "Stop... wait..." He wheezed out of breath.

Not long after, Terra stopped in front of the door. Her heart beating faster knowing that beyond this door awaited her groom, Prince Firion, was patiently waiting. Gabranth finally reached Terra and caught his breath from all the running he did. The knight inhaled deeply as he straightened himself out and looked at Terra. She looked back at him with her brilliant purple eyes.

"I must halt you here first," he said with an explanation, "There is one more thing a bride such as you must do before the ceremony." Gabranth held Terra by her shoulders and led her to a smaller door on their left.

"Oh. Would that be okay with Firion? If he waits a bit longer?" Terra asked with concerning, looking between Gabranth and the larger door.

Grabranth assured, "Yes, my lady. It is perfectly fine with his Majesty."

"Well, I suppose..."

Gabranth released the maiden to open the door that revealed a small, dark room with a large, elegant well at the middle. It could've been mistaken for a fountain that illuminated the place. Terra gasped at the sight of it.

"It's so beautiful..." she whispered in awe. Gabranth let Terra enter then bowed his head at her and closed the door quietly behind her. Terra wondered why he decided to leave her alone.

"Welcome, my child!" greeted a voice hidden in one of the dark corners of the room. Terra glanced towards the voice's direction and saw a hunchbacked old woman clothed in a dark red cloak. Slowly the old woman approached Terra, her hands extending to Firion's bride. Terra stepped back slightly caution.

"There's no reason to be afraid, my dear," The woman cooed Terra in her attempted, gentle tone, "Come here, come closer..." She gestured at the maiden.

Terra stood silent before approaching the old lady. The woman held Terra by the arms and led her towards the well.

"It's...very pretty," Terra nodded at her hunchbacked company, easing away her nervousness.

"Why yes! It is just as pretty as you," she caressed Terra's round cheek, "A good bride much first wish on this well before she makes her vows to her future husband."

Terra turned to the woman. "Any wish?" she asked excitedly with a smile.

"Anything your heart truly desires..." replied the old lady. She grinned widely, revealing her crooked teeth.

The maiden leaned over the well and closed her eyes intently while holding her hands to her chest, "I wish..."

"Yes, yes. Go on..."

Luneth finally managed to sneak up the balcony by changing his job class again into that of ninja. It gave the boy the uncanny ability to climb up almost anything. He jumped and landed safely on the second floor of the palace.

"Finally!" Luneth exhaled as he removed his black facial mask. He began looking for the direction leading to the great hall until he heard Terra's voice from below.

"It's...very pretty." Terra stated. A reply was followed by another, unfamiliar voice.

"Why yes! It is just as pretty as you."

Would that be Prince Firion?, Luneth wonderedbefore shaking his head, No, it couldn't be. Firion's voice doesn't sound like an old hag's!

Silently he looked through the railings of the balcony from where he was standing and looked down. Alas he found the princess bride there, only she was standing beside a creepy old woman by an huge, enchanting well.

"I wish..." Terra began.

"Yes, yes. Go on..." There was something suspicious about the old lady's grin.

"I wish—"

"Whatever you wish my dear..." the older woman in a sceptical manner, "WILL NEVER COME TRUE!"

Before Luneth could react, the stranger pushed Terra into the deep well and let out an evil laugh. Terra's scream was the last thing the little ninja heard from her.

The startled Luneth fell backwards and immediately turned around, hiding behind the railings. Though disoriented, he knew there was only one thing left for him to do.

"I gotta tell Prince Firion and Light!" The ninja rushed in the opposite direction he used to enter the castle to find help.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Terra's shout filled the darkness of what seemed like an eternal voice that surrounded her as she fell to her unfortunate fate.

It felt like an endless spiral before a gleam of green light appeared suddenly and caught her attention below. What was it? Could it be what will kill her? The girl looked down and saw many streaks of green light, slowly dancing in a linear pattern.

Finally, she reached it and she stopped falling. Terra was floating, as if she was being supported by the green streaks of light.

"Oh."

All of a sudden, the light began wrapping around her legs then her thighs, until they reached her torso. A panic-striken Terra tried to battle her way out of their hold as she wriggled vigorously, but there was no escaping it! Whatever they were, they covered the girl's entire body. And the next thing she knew...

She landed on a surface with little holes where a small light escaped. It was then Terra noticed that she was, once again, surrounded by nothing but the darkness. The little brilliance shone as her only company.

"He-hello?" Terra tried calling out, hoping that there was at least someone who could hear her from the other side. Curiously, she peeked through one of the holes and suddenly began hearing noises of horns, people talking and a lot of feet walking. Also, outside of whatever surface she was on, Terra couldn't see any other colors but gray and black.

With no other choice left to do, she pushed as much as she could against the little surface, revealing an opening...out of the ground. Terra slowly climbed her way out, stunned at the scene before her. The violet eyed girl was looking at a very strange place.

There were no plants, no trees nor animals though it was infested with many people. Tall buildings, as tall as the castle, surrounded her. The road were as hard as rock and not as dirt-filled as the ones Terra knew. Big steely machineries that got around on wheels were arriving from all directions, and it confused Terra. Wearing the white wedding dress she made for her special day, Terra felt that she shone out of the crowd who wore dull, dark colors.

"Oh dear..." she cried panickly while looking around for the umpteenth. The lost bride began to walk cautiously and approached the nearest male bystander.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Prince Firion. We're supposed to get married today."

But the man ignored her.

Terra looked around some more, searching for a more approachable person and saw a young woman on the other side of the paved street.

"Excuse me!" she shouted pleadingly, waving her arm over her head as she crossed. However she didn't know the traffic rules and was almost hit by a passing vehicle, that honked at her furiously.

"HEY! Watch it, lady!" shouted a male voice.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm looking for—"

Then, another car from the other lane stopped inches away from Terra.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I'm so sorry, I—"

Quickly, Terra ran from the traffic she unintentionally have caused and made it to the other side of the street. Then, all at once, people started to pass by in large groups. The lost girl could barely see where the path was anymore.

"Excuse me—" Terra politely stated.

The crowd continued flowing, pushing her in the direction the majority headed. Terra tried to fight her way out, but the force of the crowd was much too strong for her. When they finally stopped again, Terra saw a vendor selling little junks and trinkets on her table.

"Oh! A merchant!" she exclaimed happily. She approaced the tradeswoman, a bit relieved that she finally found someone who could help her.

"Pardon me, I wasn't able to bring much money with me," Terra explained while playing with her fingers, "but do you have a Chocobo that I could at least borrow? You see, I'm getting married to Prince Firion and I'm really lost and—"

"What are ya talkin' about?" the woman looked at her incredulously, "And what's a 'Chocobo?'"

Terra began, thinking the lady hadn't seen the bird before, "Well, a Chocobo is a big, flightless bird that is usually yellow in colo—"

"Get outta here! Yer scarin' my customers!" the vendor waved her hand furiously, shooing Terra away.

Surprised, the green haired girl moved back slightly, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I just want to go back home to Cornel—"

Suddenly, someone pushed her so hardly, she fell to the hard ground.

"HEY! Watch where you're goin'!"

Terra whimpered and she stood up slowly. As soon as she did, she was pushed again by the crowd that, to her, appeared out of nowhere. The young bride had found herself lost, yet again. The crowd's direction had gone farther than before and lead them to the subway station, which appeared to Terra like an underground cave. And inside, there were more people, strangely forcing their way to get inside what seemed like a long, silver sand worm.

"No! Don't go inside! It's dangerous!" Terra cried desperately, but she was ignored by all. She thought to use a fire spell to attack the monsterous steel worm, but Terra didn't want to risk hurting the civilians.

With her desperate need to escape the place, she finally found the exit of the station which brought her to a more quiet and empty place. Terra glanced around carefully.

"Hello?" she called, but received no response.

She walked aimlessly, searching for anyone or anything that could help her. Terra turned everywhere, but couldn't find a thing that at least reminded her of Cornelia.

"Angelo is staying with me!"

"How dare you say that!? She's MY dog in the first place!"

Cloud tiredly rested his head with his hand on the table as he watched his client, Mrs. Leonhart, argue with her soon-to-be ex-husband across the table about the supposed family dog.

She was a young woman in her mid twenties about his age, but had managed to keep her slim figure. Mrs. Leonhart was also considerably attractive with her long, black hair and flawless, white skin which highlighted her chocolate brown eyes. But as angelic as she may look, she was unexpectedly outspoken; never running out of things to rebuttle at her husband.

Mr. Leonhart was quite a good looking man himself with a fit, muscular body and tall figure. He had been scowling at his soon-to-be ex-wife the whole time they were discussing the divorce that had filed for. His lawyer, a huge man known as Garland, sat by him, looking just as exhausted as Cloud was.

Mr. Leonhart rolled his eyes as he made a shrugging gesture, "Who paid for her food? Who paid for her grooming? I DID!"

"Well, was that all you did?" Mrs. Leonhart challenged. She jabbed a finger on the table as she recalled, "I changed her newspapers; I fed her; I bathe her for every Hyne forsaken week! And all you did was give me money. That's right! You handed me the money to take care of Angelo and let me do all the work!"

"Are you forgetting something?" Mr. Leonhart scoffed as he leaned forward on the table with a look that could kill, "I TOLD you to GET A MAID! But you refused! And now you're complaining!?"

The blonde head sighed deeply as the Leonhart couple continued to banter angrily. He haven't even spoken at least one word the whole time the divorcing couple were fighting in one of Shinra's meeting rooms; except the initial greetings of course. After that, the couple took the whole time throwing insults and backlashes at each other.

"No, Shiva is mine!" Mrs. Leonhart yelled, snapping Cloud out of his thoughts.

Wait, a surprised Cloud analyzed, raising his head, Now they're fighting over Shiva? This could be serious!

"Shiva? The Guardian Force?" For the first time in two hours, Cloud finally engaged in their conversation. The blonde was preparing himself for what was to come in a professional manner.

"No. Way. In. Hell! I won that card! Shiva's mine!" Mr. Leonhart shot back, ignoring Cloud's initial question.

...Card?

"You didn't win that card!" the raven haired woman laughed bitterly, "Zone gave it to you after you agreed to give him that magazine filled with Hyne knows what! Besides, you gave me that card, so she's mine now!"

"...A Triple Triad card?" Cloud, who finally caught up with the "Shiva" incident, let out disbelievingly. He looked between the two with a raised eyebrow, "You're fighting over...a Triple Triad card?"

"It's not just any Triple Triad card," Mr. Leonhart coldly replied at Cloud. He narrowed his eyes, offended by the blonde's off-hand comment, "It's a hard-to-get card. Just like this woman who is, by the way, hard to 'get.'"

Mrs. Leonhart slammed her hands on the table, matching her husband's glare, "Don't you ever compare me to Shiva! I bet you've never even loved me like you did Shiva!"

Oh boy... Cloud inwardly groaned as he slapped a hand to his face.

The brunette crossed his arms and leaned in his chair, "Do I look like I care?"

"You...MEANIE!" the only lady in the room blurted as she also crossed her arms defiantly and looked away.

"Meanie?" Cloud repeated incredulously. He never knew his client could be so childish. Before another arguing point could be made, a knock on the door was heard.

"Mr. Strife?" Cloud heard his savior's voice call him.

He quickly raised his head to look at his snowy haired secretary. Keeping the relief out of his tone, he replied, "Yes Cecil?"

"It's time." Cecil stated, knowing Cloud understood what he meant.

The blue eyed blonde nodded, "Right."

He turned to his client, who still had not stopped negating her husband in their pointless quarrel. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? At nine in the morning," he hurriedly reminded her in a low voice as he collected his things, stood up. He bid a goodbye to Garland who nodded knowingly before heading out the door.

"Tough night, huh?" Cecil nudged at the meeting room's door as he walked beside Cloud down the hall.

"Tell me about it." Cloud sighed running a hand through his spikes, "Mrs. Leonhart just wouldn't stop talking. I'm beginning to understand why her husband agreed on the divorce...I couldn't imagine them live together for another hour!"

Cecil nodded with a slight chuckle, "I guess you just can't have everything. I mean, look at them! They're filthy rich and everyone thinks they have everything they want. But then, what? ... In the end, nothing."

"I've dealt with these things almost everyday. And I know just the perfect conclusion for all these divorce cases: Celebrity marriages never last," Cloud plainly replied as he took his black coat and slid his arms inside it.

His secretary let out another chuckle and shook his head, "Anyway, Marlene was brought here by Yuffie as usual. I've also fetched you guys a taxi."

Cloud nodded with a smile, "Okay, great. Thanks Cecil."

"Tell her I said Happy Birthday." Cecil beamed at his blonde boss.

Cloud grinned back, "Yeah, thanks for that too."

Before Cloud and Cecil could continue the exchange of words, a low voice called from the General's office located near the spot where the two associates were, "Strife. My office. Now."

Sharing a knowing glance, Cloud bid Cecil a farewell before parting ways with his friend. When he entered the large office, Cloud stood up straight and saluted his boss. He was a tall, middle-aged man with long, silver hair that reflected off his pale skin, and an azure gaze that could freeze a volcano.

Cloud greeted in utmost discipline, "General."

The silvered haired man waved a hand dismissively, signaling Cloud to relax. He started organizing the paperwork on his desk while glancing at his employee, "I want that Hewley report by tomorrow. It's a crucial record for that mission we had the other day. Also, Mrs. Leonhart demanded directly to me that you make sure she gets her rightful share of properties from her divorce."

"Yes, General," Cloud assured, hands behind his back.

The boss linked his hands in front of his face as he warned Cloud, "You do understand that she paid us with a considerably high price for this case? So I expect you to do a job well done."

"Absolutely, sir. You have my word," Cloud again reassured. He knew the consequences of failing to do the case right. Cloud had heard stories from other employees about the General. If someone had failed to successfully do a mission, the azured eyed man didn't hesitate to punish the employee by means of a Super Nova...whatever that meant.

A knock on the door interrupted the assessment between the General and Cloud. They both looked to see a woman holding files to her chest. She glanced in her boss's direction, "General Sephiroth, there's a call from President Shinra on line 2."

The General nodded and turned away, missing the forlorn look on his secretary's face. He picked up his phone while releasing Cloud, "You may go."