"...Gaze into my Mako eyes and tell me what you see, for what you
thought just once was there is now a Final Fantasy."
Light from Darkness
The Final Fantasy VII Chronicles
Prologue- "Dream.. or Reality?"
Just blackness.. only blackness is visible, swirling everywhere, the sound of dead silence seeming louder than a thousand screams.. A random collection of stars begin to blink into existence.. After a few
moments, they take a familiar shape.. Eyes.. Green, shimmering eyes.. A young woman with long, chestnut-brown hair gazes at you, the mysterious eyes blinking occasionally.. as a soft smile forms on her face..
She blinked and stood up, gazing around at her surroundings..an alley in the middle of one of Midgar's various slum districts.
She turned, heading out of the alley. The crowds of the busy, urban streets moved around her uncaringly, like usual. She walked off into the street, holding a small basket with light blue and red
flowers, her appearance quickly blocked off by the wandering bodies of countless other citizens, and the passing blur of various motor vehicles.
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As seen from above, the city of Midgar was truly stunning in appearance alone, seemingly made of nothing but machines..
Eight reactors stood out at various points at the outer rims of the circular city, clouds of green smoke seeping from the open tops.Suddenly, the loud whirr of an engine rang out loudly, interrupting
the machinations of one of the several reactors.. The noise became only louder.. and closer.
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Outside the towering reactor marked with a grey "1", a long mechanical train came to a stop. Two soldiers quickly stood and ran to intercept the new arrivals. They were quickly silenced by two figures
who leapt out from the train's roof in a blur, knocking out the soldiers before they managed a blink.
As the attackers ran off, a large, muscle-bound, dark skinned man exited the train. He wore dark green pants, brown boots, and an open leather jacket, with a silver chain containing a pair of dog tags
around his neck, and white tape bounding his flat stomach. His hair was shaved at the sides, and flat along the top of his head. At a glance, he would easily pass for your average Midgar street-dweller..
except for the lack of a right hand, replaced by a multi-barreled machine gun. He waved once at the train, yelling "C'mon!" before following the two figures into the complex.
Suddenly, a young man somersaulted from the roof of the train, landing perfectly on his feet. Clad in a dark blue uniform, which slightly resembled that of one of the downed soldiers. The man also
wore a dark grey armored covering over his left shoulder. A giant grey blade was sheathed along his back, it's mere size alone a fearsome sight. The blade narrowed at the point, forming the tip of the sword.
The right side of the blade had two foreign symbols carved into it.. translated at a later date as "Buster Sword".
He bent down to examine one of the bodies, removing a vial of blue potion from one of their pockets. His pale blue eyes had a faint glow to them, his spikey yellow hair styled into an odd mohawk along
the center line of his scalp.
Before he could run off to join the others, two more soldiers ran out at him. One fired off quick shots at him from an assault rifle, as the other nervously began to pull out the pin of a grenade. But it
was too late.. The man has already dodged the bullets with lightning-fast reflexes, moving low to cut down the two grunts with one quick slash of his blade.
He sighed deeply. "They're not paying me enough for this." With that, he chased the others, vanishing into the complex as well.