Blades of Destiny
Chapter 2- Resurrection
Death.
Emptiness...
... nothingness.
That was all Sephiroth could feel from deep within the Planet's depths. He could see nothing, hear nothing. But he did indeed feel something. An empty, emotionless void.
"Where am I?" asked Sephiroth to himself. He stood up, as he had felt that he had been lying down. His right hand reached out, as if trying to grab something that was his from within that deep emptiness.
... but he felt nothing. The Masamune was not with him.
"... I remember now. Cloud Strife... he..." Sephiroth was left shocked and dumbfounded at his fate. He had fallen by the blade of one who was supposed to be inferior to him.
... he lost to a mere puppet; a shadow of himself.
Sephiroth hit the ground with his fist, or at least hit something that felt like the ground. In the place that he was in, there was no level or altitude. Either his mind was playing games with him or he was in the very place he dreaded to go. He was in the very void of death.
Impossible, he thought. I am the son of Jenova, the almighty! Why am I left to dwell in the eternal darkness of Death? Then, it struck him. This was an illusion of the Planet, to keep him from returning to the surface world.
Sephiroth laughed to himself as he realized the folly of his ways, of his current situation. He had the power to destroy everything and he did not bother to use it.
"I am alive!" he said, staring into the great nothingness. He looked up, as if he was staring right into the eyes of the Planet itself. "You cannot keep me here! I shall destroy you, and all the you hold dear! Not even Death himself can keep me from accomplishing my mission! I shall fulfill Mother's task! I was destined to rule over you!"
A wave of dark aura had begun to surround him. He started to feel alive and more powerful than ever. The energy of Jenova was flowing once more into his veins. And it felt good. To him, feeling the power of Jenova flow once more through his veins was the ultimate high. Little did he know, that the power flowing into him was the last of Jenova's dark energy.
... he was becoming the final advent of Jenova herself.
"Do you see it now?" he asked the nothingness. Indeed, he did feel as if he was talking to the very Planet itself. "Mother has given me her power! And now, nothing will stop me from destroying your Guardian... the one you call Cloud Strife!"
Sephiroth had started to feel his heart beating, his blood flowing. He could feel his adrenaline rushing and his mind racing. It felt like the first time he had been in his first mission in SOLDIER. Suddenly, his back started to feel pain... an excruciating pain that would only be compared by the pain he felt when Cloud struck him with the all-powerful Omni-Slash. Finally, a pair of large, white wings sprouted out of his back. He arched his back in pain, his eyes wide open in shock and amazement. Then he fell to the floor on his knees, breathing heavily, his once magnificent black coat tattered and destroyed by his transfiguration.
After a while of resting he stood up. He raised his right hand, the Masamune appearing as if being called by its master. Sephiroth himself smiled an evil smile; the same smile he made right before his final battle with Cloud Strife. He had the power to overcome the Omni-Slash.
He had the power to destroy everything...
... he had the power of a God.
He had been resurrected, like a Phoenix from its ashes. He looked up again, Masamune in hand.
"No, Planet. Not even the powers of your Lifestream will be able to hold me down. Not even the shackles of Death will be able to contain me. I am Sephiroth, the everlasting. No longer the One Winged Angel you thought I was. Now, Planet... now..." he laughed evilly and maniacally as if he had succeeded in overpowering something far greater than he. In reality he did.
"... Now, I am your very equal." and with that, a burst of energy erupted from him, and his dark, empty prison was shattered. He laughed as he heard the Planet scream in pain and agony.
***
"Sir!" cried an archaeologist to another who was a few yards away, examining a large jet which had crashed. It looked like it was several hundred years old compared to the current technology.
"Yes, what is it Hardin?" asked the other, much older archaeologist.
"Professor Zelt, I found this strange looking device over here near the entrance to the Forest." Hardin showed Zelt a small, round object with strange runes. Zelt took it and examined the device.
"... Cetra." he murmured to himself. Hardin had a look of pure stupidity.
"Cetra? You mean Ancients, Professor?" asked Hardin.
"Indeed. It looks like a record of some sort..." he replied. Zelt turned the small disc-like device over and saw a small button.
"Sir, maybe you shouldn't touch it yet. We should have it registered at the Archaeological Insitute over in Neo-Midgar or have it examined at Cosmo Canyon..." said Hardin. But the Proffessor did not heed Hardin's warning.
"Hardin, we have to figure out what this thing is for! It might mean something as to what happened to the..." he was interrupted as the disc opened up and a small pipe-like structure had come out of it.
"It's a projector..." concluded Hardin. Zelt nodded in reply. Suddenly, a strange light erupted from the shaft of the projector. It was just a light, no special properties or images on it. Hardin and Zelt looked at the light curiously.
"If it's a projector, then something should've been shown. I see nothing." stated Zelt. Hardin on the other hand, had decided to stick his right hand into the light. Suddenly, Hardin's eyes went into a deep shade of green, contrary to his black color.
"Hardin!" cried Zelt. After a few seconds, Hardin's eyes returned to the black color they once were.
"Hardin!" repeated Zelt. "What the hell happened to you?!?!"
Hardin shook his head in amazement. He had a look of utter disbelief and shock. "Prophecy..." he muttered.
"Prophecy?!?!" shouted Zelt. "What are you talking about?"
Hardin shook his head and pointed upward, towards where the Northern Crater is. Zelt looked towards there and saw an aura of dark energy pulsate from it. What followed was something that suprized Zelt, but Hardin merely stared.
A beam of dark light blasted out of the Northern Crater, flying straight up. After several minutes of the beam cutting through the clouds, large wings formed on the sides of the beam. Finally, the beam dissipated and the looming form of the now-resurrected Sephiroth had begun to float above the Crater. Finally, the winged Sephiroth flied at demonic speed to the west, away from the Northern Continent.
"That was..." started Zelt. Hardin cut him off, his head hung and his eyes looking down at the ground.
"... the Dark Angel, Sephiroth." said Hardin, with much fear in his voice.
With that, they ran, back towards their airship, away from the surrounding forest of Bone Village.
... Indeed, it was Sephiroth.... the Dark Angel, Sephiroth.
Chapter 2- Resurrection
Death.
Emptiness...
... nothingness.
That was all Sephiroth could feel from deep within the Planet's depths. He could see nothing, hear nothing. But he did indeed feel something. An empty, emotionless void.
"Where am I?" asked Sephiroth to himself. He stood up, as he had felt that he had been lying down. His right hand reached out, as if trying to grab something that was his from within that deep emptiness.
... but he felt nothing. The Masamune was not with him.
"... I remember now. Cloud Strife... he..." Sephiroth was left shocked and dumbfounded at his fate. He had fallen by the blade of one who was supposed to be inferior to him.
... he lost to a mere puppet; a shadow of himself.
Sephiroth hit the ground with his fist, or at least hit something that felt like the ground. In the place that he was in, there was no level or altitude. Either his mind was playing games with him or he was in the very place he dreaded to go. He was in the very void of death.
Impossible, he thought. I am the son of Jenova, the almighty! Why am I left to dwell in the eternal darkness of Death? Then, it struck him. This was an illusion of the Planet, to keep him from returning to the surface world.
Sephiroth laughed to himself as he realized the folly of his ways, of his current situation. He had the power to destroy everything and he did not bother to use it.
"I am alive!" he said, staring into the great nothingness. He looked up, as if he was staring right into the eyes of the Planet itself. "You cannot keep me here! I shall destroy you, and all the you hold dear! Not even Death himself can keep me from accomplishing my mission! I shall fulfill Mother's task! I was destined to rule over you!"
A wave of dark aura had begun to surround him. He started to feel alive and more powerful than ever. The energy of Jenova was flowing once more into his veins. And it felt good. To him, feeling the power of Jenova flow once more through his veins was the ultimate high. Little did he know, that the power flowing into him was the last of Jenova's dark energy.
... he was becoming the final advent of Jenova herself.
"Do you see it now?" he asked the nothingness. Indeed, he did feel as if he was talking to the very Planet itself. "Mother has given me her power! And now, nothing will stop me from destroying your Guardian... the one you call Cloud Strife!"
Sephiroth had started to feel his heart beating, his blood flowing. He could feel his adrenaline rushing and his mind racing. It felt like the first time he had been in his first mission in SOLDIER. Suddenly, his back started to feel pain... an excruciating pain that would only be compared by the pain he felt when Cloud struck him with the all-powerful Omni-Slash. Finally, a pair of large, white wings sprouted out of his back. He arched his back in pain, his eyes wide open in shock and amazement. Then he fell to the floor on his knees, breathing heavily, his once magnificent black coat tattered and destroyed by his transfiguration.
After a while of resting he stood up. He raised his right hand, the Masamune appearing as if being called by its master. Sephiroth himself smiled an evil smile; the same smile he made right before his final battle with Cloud Strife. He had the power to overcome the Omni-Slash.
He had the power to destroy everything...
... he had the power of a God.
He had been resurrected, like a Phoenix from its ashes. He looked up again, Masamune in hand.
"No, Planet. Not even the powers of your Lifestream will be able to hold me down. Not even the shackles of Death will be able to contain me. I am Sephiroth, the everlasting. No longer the One Winged Angel you thought I was. Now, Planet... now..." he laughed evilly and maniacally as if he had succeeded in overpowering something far greater than he. In reality he did.
"... Now, I am your very equal." and with that, a burst of energy erupted from him, and his dark, empty prison was shattered. He laughed as he heard the Planet scream in pain and agony.
***
"Sir!" cried an archaeologist to another who was a few yards away, examining a large jet which had crashed. It looked like it was several hundred years old compared to the current technology.
"Yes, what is it Hardin?" asked the other, much older archaeologist.
"Professor Zelt, I found this strange looking device over here near the entrance to the Forest." Hardin showed Zelt a small, round object with strange runes. Zelt took it and examined the device.
"... Cetra." he murmured to himself. Hardin had a look of pure stupidity.
"Cetra? You mean Ancients, Professor?" asked Hardin.
"Indeed. It looks like a record of some sort..." he replied. Zelt turned the small disc-like device over and saw a small button.
"Sir, maybe you shouldn't touch it yet. We should have it registered at the Archaeological Insitute over in Neo-Midgar or have it examined at Cosmo Canyon..." said Hardin. But the Proffessor did not heed Hardin's warning.
"Hardin, we have to figure out what this thing is for! It might mean something as to what happened to the..." he was interrupted as the disc opened up and a small pipe-like structure had come out of it.
"It's a projector..." concluded Hardin. Zelt nodded in reply. Suddenly, a strange light erupted from the shaft of the projector. It was just a light, no special properties or images on it. Hardin and Zelt looked at the light curiously.
"If it's a projector, then something should've been shown. I see nothing." stated Zelt. Hardin on the other hand, had decided to stick his right hand into the light. Suddenly, Hardin's eyes went into a deep shade of green, contrary to his black color.
"Hardin!" cried Zelt. After a few seconds, Hardin's eyes returned to the black color they once were.
"Hardin!" repeated Zelt. "What the hell happened to you?!?!"
Hardin shook his head in amazement. He had a look of utter disbelief and shock. "Prophecy..." he muttered.
"Prophecy?!?!" shouted Zelt. "What are you talking about?"
Hardin shook his head and pointed upward, towards where the Northern Crater is. Zelt looked towards there and saw an aura of dark energy pulsate from it. What followed was something that suprized Zelt, but Hardin merely stared.
A beam of dark light blasted out of the Northern Crater, flying straight up. After several minutes of the beam cutting through the clouds, large wings formed on the sides of the beam. Finally, the beam dissipated and the looming form of the now-resurrected Sephiroth had begun to float above the Crater. Finally, the winged Sephiroth flied at demonic speed to the west, away from the Northern Continent.
"That was..." started Zelt. Hardin cut him off, his head hung and his eyes looking down at the ground.
"... the Dark Angel, Sephiroth." said Hardin, with much fear in his voice.
With that, they ran, back towards their airship, away from the surrounding forest of Bone Village.
... Indeed, it was Sephiroth.... the Dark Angel, Sephiroth.