Chapter two:
Authors note: I goofed. i should of made brackets a thought! too late now. from now on () is a
thought and [] is what normally would be in parenthases. [like an an afterthought]
Deep under the earth, the life stream flows. Souls of those departed flit about, waiting
to re-enter the land of the living. But one is restless...
"Those mortal fools! If they hadn't intervened, I could have become a God!"
The voice shook it's fist, though it had no definite form. It was regulated to a pathetic
half exisistance, not able to carry out it's carefully laid plans, not able to exact retribution
on those who betrayed it on earth. It can just sit. And plot.
"That foolish Cloud Strife. If not for his INCOMPETANCE, I could of reached my goal. But
he failed me. He failed my people. He failed my mother."
But the voice was consoled. It wasn't dead yet. For their are three lives each person
lives. One which is physical, one which is spritual, and one which is memory. "And I still live
on in Cloud Strife's memory...When the time is ripe, I shall return through that memory to the
land of the living, and claim what is rightly mine!"
Smiling inwardly at this thought, the voice looked out onto the mortal plane. Just happy
people living their lives. "I was once a hero to them. Their loyalty can be won back to me. Just
patience, and my plan will become reality."
The voice trembled again at the agony of it's defeat. It is very painful to die, even at
hands of possibly the greatest warrior in history. Still Cloud was not all bad. He had kept it's
dream alive, making it possible for the voice to rise again. "It would have been so easy for him
to become a God himself. But he didn't, and he shall rue the day to his death!"
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Cloud woke up with a start. Another dream, again haunting him. Same one, Sephiroth
plunging Masamune into Aeris. (Man this guy just won't die. Even two years after his death he
still haunts over me.) Cloud yawned and looked at the clock. (7:45. Earlier than normal, but
still reasonable.) With that he forced himself awake. He was taking the shuttle line to Junon
at 7:00 this evening [the shuttle line was one of the first things Reeve established as leader
Midgar. You can literally go anywhere from Midgar in a day, with the exception of Wutai, which is
overnight.] Cloud got dressed and left for downtown. He had to by a gift for Cid and Shera.
Maybe a necklace for Shera, and a...a...something for Cid.
Authors note: I goofed. i should of made brackets a thought! too late now. from now on () is a
thought and [] is what normally would be in parenthases. [like an an afterthought]
Deep under the earth, the life stream flows. Souls of those departed flit about, waiting
to re-enter the land of the living. But one is restless...
"Those mortal fools! If they hadn't intervened, I could have become a God!"
The voice shook it's fist, though it had no definite form. It was regulated to a pathetic
half exisistance, not able to carry out it's carefully laid plans, not able to exact retribution
on those who betrayed it on earth. It can just sit. And plot.
"That foolish Cloud Strife. If not for his INCOMPETANCE, I could of reached my goal. But
he failed me. He failed my people. He failed my mother."
But the voice was consoled. It wasn't dead yet. For their are three lives each person
lives. One which is physical, one which is spritual, and one which is memory. "And I still live
on in Cloud Strife's memory...When the time is ripe, I shall return through that memory to the
land of the living, and claim what is rightly mine!"
Smiling inwardly at this thought, the voice looked out onto the mortal plane. Just happy
people living their lives. "I was once a hero to them. Their loyalty can be won back to me. Just
patience, and my plan will become reality."
The voice trembled again at the agony of it's defeat. It is very painful to die, even at
hands of possibly the greatest warrior in history. Still Cloud was not all bad. He had kept it's
dream alive, making it possible for the voice to rise again. "It would have been so easy for him
to become a God himself. But he didn't, and he shall rue the day to his death!"
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Cloud woke up with a start. Another dream, again haunting him. Same one, Sephiroth
plunging Masamune into Aeris. (Man this guy just won't die. Even two years after his death he
still haunts over me.) Cloud yawned and looked at the clock. (7:45. Earlier than normal, but
still reasonable.) With that he forced himself awake. He was taking the shuttle line to Junon
at 7:00 this evening [the shuttle line was one of the first things Reeve established as leader
Midgar. You can literally go anywhere from Midgar in a day, with the exception of Wutai, which is
overnight.] Cloud got dressed and left for downtown. He had to by a gift for Cid and Shera.
Maybe a necklace for Shera, and a...a...something for Cid.
