Final Fantasy VII:
Destiny of the One Winged Angel Chapter: 2 – Awakening"Sephiroth…Sephiroth…" a gentle, motherly, voice calls, 'That name…so familiar, but the voice…' "Can you hear me…?" 'Of course I can…' the voice seems to be beseeching attention, or reaction, "Sephiroth…please…" 'Alright…' eyes open, ever so slowly, then shut closed against the amazing bright light. The eyes open again, tentatively, then widen. The light did not sting his eyes, as it should, but it had no effect, he had only snapped them shut from some unknown instinct. "Sephiroth…" again, the name is called, and he allows his eyes to wander to search out the source.
A woman, her body evidently bare, but bathed in light, only her face and hair is visible. Brown locks fell just past her shoulders, but her eyes, glinting emerald; they were what had drawn his attention. He didn't know how, but those eyes mirrored his own. Her face softened into a small smile, as she had his attention. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, he couldn't make his voice work, his eyes began to sting. She came closer and lifted her slender arms to place them about his neck, in an embrace that sheltered, offered support. He raised his own and returned the hold, only to realise that he too was bathed in light, his body bare, save his face. He felt his body convulse, as warmth travelled from his eyes down his face, he was crying, and yet he did not know why. "Sephiroth…" she said again, and he realised that was his name, he was the one she called.
He slowly released her and looked into her eyes, a strand of hair obscuring the smooth, beautiful features. He lifted a hand and pushed it away, keeping the other firmly around the small of her back, as hers fell down and lay against his broad chest. "Sephiroth…" she said again, he nodded to urge her to carry on. She pulled away, and appraised him; "you have to hear what I have to say…" he nodded again, not wanting to test his voice. She sensed his reasons for not speaking, then drew a deep breath, "Sephiroth…it has been decided that you can no longer rest…you have to return…something," her voice faltered, she took another deep breath, "something is going to happen and you play an important role in the decision of Gaia's fate…the fate of our existence…balance will be thrown, dead will rise and walk as though living…" she stopped as emotion took over.
He stood there absorbing what she had just said; unable to watch her as she fought with what was inside that hurt, he wanted to do something. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off, "please, let me finish…" her eyes glistened with the fresh tears that had came, "as much as I am against this decision, I understand why you have to go…but still…" she trailed off unable to finish the thought.
"What is it that I have to do…?" he asked, his voice surprisingly calm, for some reason he felt that he needed to do this, no matter what. He needed to repent for something, but all memory of that was gone…why. She looked at him then, her voice lost for a moment, she hadn't expected this reaction, but deep down she knew.
"You need to rise again, and discover yourself…" she answered, her voice just above a whisper, but just as calm. "You only have a few moments before you go,". Understanding her words, he closed the distance and embraced her again, holding her with such need. "I love you," she whispered, as she felt his body become lighter, and breaking up.
"I love you too-", he began then vanished in a blink and spark of light. She stood there for a time, then collapsed to her knees, sobs and open tears racking her form. He had understood who she was, for even though he didn't say it, she managed to catch a faint whisper of it as he disappeared to join his corporeal form.
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Beating, something throbbing inside the body, the unfamiliar sound sounded in his ears. His throat tightened, and his mouth opened wide to take his first breath in years. He began to cough, since he was unable to control the flow of air into his lungs, and slowly managed to regulate the task. He opened his eyes and sudden panic rushed through him, everything was black and dark, 'Am I blind?!' the thought came in an instant. He turned his head and saw slivers of green light, pulsing upwards, 'No…' he thought, a sudden sigh of relief escaping him.
He pushed himself up slowly, feeling his muscles protest at the sudden movement. They had not been used in years, how was it that he was well preserved, even after so long. He looked at himself and saw he was only wearing black trousers and boots, his upper torso bare, the last thing he wore. He felt something brush his back and jumped, only to find silver hair, his hair, and felt at ease. He allowed his eyes to wander about his surroundings, and saw a long jacket with metal shoulder pads, and buckles on the front, and a pair of gloves with silver bands at the base. Beside it lay a long silver blade, 'My Masamune…' that was its name, it had seen him through many battles, and it will see him through his destiny.
He stood up, losing his balance almost immediately, and decided to crawl his way to his belongings. He pulled on the jacket and did up the buckles, feeling the warmth it offered, having not realised how cold it was, and pulled on the gloves. He took hold of the blade and propped it up, using it as a support as he walked. He spent some time learning to walk again, regaining the balance he had lost over time.
By the time he had gained the ability, his eyes had adjusted to the near darkness and were able to make out an opening to his left. He took it and trekked on, following the path as it twisted and turned, in some places the path had led to a deep hole, making him to either find another way around, or to take a risky jump across. He had walked on for ages, with no sense of time, he had no idea what time it was, so he carried on, telling himself that he would rest when he had reached the outside. Soon he found the path to split and followed the one going to his right. He went in this general direction, climbing when it was demanded of him, and kept to the right path.
As he walked through an opening, he shielded his unaccustomed eyes against the sudden brightness, and saw that it came from above. 'The light…coming from above!?! I've made it!' the thought flew through his mind, as a smile broke through his features. He had done it, now all he had to do was climb up and he would be out. He looked up and surveyed his surroundings and the distance to the open. Finding a suitable place to climb, he strapped the Masamune to his back and placed a hand in a slot a foot above him, then placed his foot in an available slot. 'Time to return to the above…and discover my destiny', he thought and began to make the long climb up.
