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A/N: C'mon, you know you're just dying to write a review. Go ahead, do it. By the way, does anyone want to see Yazoo x Light? Let me know if you like the idea…

Wu-Tai.

Across the great waters of the planet lies the dark nation. High mountains ring the widest part of the island, sheltering sandy inlets and inland bays at rivermouths. Thick forests extend for hundreds of miles; soaring cliffs and deep valleys conceal small villages and mountain roads winding along steep ledges and through sunshot forest canopies. Golden pagodas, the temples of gods older than Midgar, older than the forests and the mountains, older, even, than the great waters, rise into the mists that comes like a ghost from the mountains.

Teru Mikami, carrying everything he owned on his back, traveled in a band of men and women. They too carried everything they owned on their backs. They were refugees from Midgar, most of them of Wu-Taian parentage. They had fled Midgar after meteor; most of them spoke fluent wu-taian, and most of them hoped to escape Shinra's tyranny here, in the place that had resisted it the longest.

The dark nation had fought a war to retain its independence. It had been called the dark nation because it resisted Shinra—it refused the reactors that would bring electric powered lights. In response, Shinra had waged a brutal campaign against the small nation. It had been thoroughly beat back, until it had dispatched Sephiroth Crescent and Genesis Rhapsodos. With their battalions of soldiers, Wu-Tai had been defeated.

Wu-Tai had been a testing ground for Shinra's great weapons, and those who had lived through the war knew that Shinra had ignored or deliberately misinterpreted requests for peaceful surrenders in the name of testing out the efficacy of its creations.

Wu-Tai, still scarred in some places, had healed its wounds better than Midgar. It had no megalopolis, no titanic city to cripple: it had villages, shrines, and misty watersheds of the forest, still alive with ancient power and with the undefeated spirit of ancient gods.