Who I Am
Pio
Author's Note: Yeah, my attempt at a dramatic, angst story. Yeah, I'm not a very good or well known writer, but hell, I think it's worth a shot.
Prologue
The blackness and the snow seemed to blend together. Beautiful, the man who stood at the center of it all thought. The cold blackness with the shimmering warm light of the snow, and how it slowly fell down. He hadn't experienced this for years.
How long had it been for the man, now finally being able to admire nature, for which may have been his last time. But, how was this that he was able to live again? This shouldn't be the last time. This time should have never happened.
He turned, and walked away from the snowfall, but then the darkness faded into that of a small town. It lay at the bottom of mountains… Nibelheim. How could he ever forget this place. This had been the cause of his deeds, this had been the start of his second life.
This, was also the place where the cause of both his deaths had been nurtured. This was where his opposite had also been born and reborn. His eyes narrowed. He wouldn't allow it to happen again. He then realized the snow was melting on him, and that he was cold. He brought up his right hand to shield his eyes, but something was weighing it down.
He trailed his eyes down the length of his arm, and there it was. The sword that had claimed so many lives… so much life wasted. But it had been neccesary to do so, for him. He had needed that blood to reach the Promised Land. But the sword had forgotten one blood that he also needed to get the Promised Land.
His own. He had not believed that he would need to die in order to reach the land of the ancient cetra. He had been wrong. So once again, he had returned to the place where his second life had begun. And here, at the birth of his third life, he would do what he had planned correctly.
This time… he would not fail. And when one is defeated the first time, he learns what not to do the second. This time, he would not let Cloud Strife kill him.