3rd Person POV


Cloud's body slumped to the floor of the Northern Crater, blood pooling thickly around him from the deep slashes in his chest. With a shudder, the Northern Crater began to collapse in on itself, cracks snaking upward through the spiraling rock. The LifeStream did not surge upward towards his Jenova infested corpse. He was not welcome among the Ancients. The damage from Meteor had diverted every bit of the LifeStream, and now the Planet needed to heal.

But his death was not without requiem.

Everyone on the Planet suddenly heard a horrible cracking sound splice through the air followed by a long sad moan. The unearthly sob was coming from somewhere deep beneath the surface.

The Planet itself was mourning the loss of its greatest hero.


T H E E N D

Note: I greatly thank those who took time out to review my story, and apologize for the shortness of this epilogue. But I felt it needed to be very minimal. Let me know what you thought!