You all know by now that I don't own FF7 or any of the characters. I do own most of the characters in this story due to the fact it is in a world that I made up. Very few of the characters are from FF7 and you will soon find out why.
Durac, year 1245, year of the crease A type of monkey/dog
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Sephiroth looked around the camp before picking up a book, it was filled with what people had said would happen in the future. One was especially descriptive. If someone where to come soon he might as well read his favorite prophesy again.
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Rain down poured from the sky, as there came a cracking of thunder, almost like ice shattering. A pitiful wale came from the dark and followed by panting and some stumbling. It was a dark night in Dur'ac, and the creatures cowered in fear, knowing the goddess was angry.
A woman ran from the brushes holding something tightly to her chest. Her name was Aleria. Frozen for years she had just come back and now was running for not only her life but the life of the child she held. Her blond hair whipped behind her as did her feathered white wings.
Suddenly two Caress jumped from the bushes behind her and she cried out in fear running faster. She thought she had lost them after a while and laid her child to the ground. The baby sat there looking at her with innocent eyes.
"Goddess protect my child." Aleria cried and a small veil of darkness surrounded the infant.
The Caress appeared behind Aleria and one drew a knife as the other held her. Lightning flashed and there was an angry neigh of Sherr, Aleria's spirit partner, who took the form of a small horse, she could not come to her bonded which was known by both of them.
((A spirit partner is something that comes when needed. It is best friends with the one it is bonded to, they have no special powers accept to come from the dream realm to where their bonded is.
Their true name is sacred, only known by their bonded, if one was to find out another's spirit partners name it would be the others doom.
But the one thing about Spirit Partners are that only the Amyal have them.))
Cold steel cut through Aleria's throat and the other Caress dropped her. These two where rebels, they would never tell anyone that they had killed a Amyal, the fact that the Amyal woman had been alive in the first place would have struck mass pandemonium throughout the country.
The Caress dropped Aleria as she choked on her own blood to the floor of the wet forest. Rain washed away her blood and the plants sucked it up, not wanting anything to taint the pure blood of the slaughtered Amyal.
The two murderers watched the female clutch her throat and fall to her side before they disappeared into the darkness.
Aleria fell to her side with a sigh and there was a pained whinny, that ended as abruptly as it had come, a small light appeared in the air and one could see a horse falling to the ground inside the light.
It lay its head down and slowly its body vanished, leaving only a small orb of light hovering in the air for a second. Then suddenly the ball of light shot through the other larger light and at Aleria, it hit her in the chest and a silver ball of light joined with it.
The two balls then vanished, they being the souls of both Aleria and Sherr.
The two bonded in life, and now in death.
There was a small cry from the darkness and a flapping of weak wings, the small child that Aleria had carried sat there wondering why it was so dark.
Another light appeared and a small gold Weree walked from the light, it being about three feet was still under three years old. The gold Weree lowered its head and picked up the small child with its mouth, grabbing the clothing. It carried it away from the body of the woman and set it down next to a tree.
This Weree was female, and it had chosen the infant to be her bonded…
Soon the child will take back what was stolen from the Amyal, and the Caress will be put in their rightful place. For this child has the favor of the Goddess and the gold Weree was her sign.
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Zack gazed at the bit of blond hair that had escaped the blanket with fondness. He cared for the youth as if he where his own blood, as if Cloud had been born of Lyll like he had.
Suddenly Harl pitched forward catching his foot in a pot hole and both he and Cloud went flying off of the large Cytar.
Branches cut Zack while Cloud was slightly protected by blankets. There was a loud thud and Zack landed on the ground harshly. He raised his head to see Cloud impact someone and winced.
