Disclaimer:
We all know I don't own anything from FF7 or square-enix/soft. No characters. No locations. No vehicles. No Chocobo. All I own is myself, and I'm not even sure about that one.
Oh well, at least this story's mine. See, I can see the silver lining to every Cloud... :-p
Sorry, couldn't help that one :-p
Don't upset the Lifestream... I want to share the fun too! Wait for meeeeeeeeeee!
Part 2: Prologue – Dark Heaven
Walk through the fearsome fog,
Wanderer, lost soul,
Hear!
The stricken, voiceless screams,
Shattered echoes faint in the darkest heaven
Of mists and shadows,
All the same.
Awake!
Ever to arise from the shards of tattered dreams
Dark Heaven lingers behind fluttering eyelids:
A taste of eternity,
Bitter and beautiful,
Sweet and terrible,
Sad, sad love floating
In the Darkness of Creation.
It was a world of night.
Yet no star shone in it. No breeze stirred the water's surface; no moon gazed at her pale face in that dark mirror. However, ripples occasionally did mar that smooth surface of obsidian shadows turned liquid, like a ghostly hand playing on the invisible chords of an ancient harp.
Silence enfolded everything, from the soundless trickle of water falling from above, to the quiet murmur of ageless stone growing older with each passing second.
It was a world of night and nothing in it was free. Water, contained within the bowl of rocky shores, trapped and dying. Air, caught in a place where nothing needed it to survive and nothing enriched it by going back to the Planet. Sounds, muffled with the weight of the eras, mired and fading in the darkness within.
Death hovered over everything. Yet, here she was.
In the night, she shone like a beacon of peace, testimony to the most ardent of feelings, her coruscating form resting in the heart of the rarest of nature's children: a column of pure Mako, grown from within the bowels of the planet, deep in the darkness of creation, rising from a lake of cold untainted water.
Pure, so beautiful, as exquisitely ethereal as one of Heaven's angels, hands joined on her breast in prayer. A beautiful dreamer surrounded by light in a world of dark, her long lashes cast delicate shadows upon the soft perfection of her cheeks. Her long hair, bound with a yellow ribbon into a high ponytail, timidly exhibit her delicately shaped ears and the crystal earrings she loved to wear, while her bangs framed her face, encasing its painful loveliness in an auburn cascade.
His burning red irises gaze upon her, drinking their fill of the divine form before him. A goddess forever beyond the reach of a sinner such as he, Vincent Valentine, a dark form ghostly pale in the phantasmagorical lighting of the cave.
"Again… We meet again. Lucrecia…"
The softly spoken words echo around the cave, and for a moment, it seemed as if the immobile figure encased in Mako was speaking too, a fragile whisper from beyond the walls of death.
… I am sorry…
Author's Notes:
So begins the second arc of this story... with a poem.
For those of you with a fictionpress account, I have posted the poem above on my account. It's shorter than most of my other attempts at poetry, but this is something I wrote a year ago, way before I started to think about writing this fanfic. And way before DoC came to be... I stumbled on it yesterday night, scribbled on a tiny piece of paper when I was cleaning around the house, stuffed between two OC character artworks.
Coincidence?
Who knows. Still, here it is. Tell me what you think of it, and if you're interested in this kind of poetry, follow the link to my fictionpress account on my profile. Angst poetry , like dying, is something that I do exceptionnally well.
Second thing on the agenda, I am going away for a couple of weeks; so this could be my last post this year. A prologue for a new beginning...
Merry Christmas, and happy new year,
Celeste.