Cloud hit the ground with a thud, dust swirling around him. Slowly, he
stood up, using his sword as crutch. He looked at himself. He was covered
in dust, and a strange green goo, which shone in the new light around him.
After a couple of seconds, Cloud realised what had happened and looked
around in confusion.
He had been transported to a place that he had never seen before, but felt strange recognition to his surroundings. The ground was similar to that of Cosmo Canyons and the sky was a fiery red. But there appeared to be nothing for miles. No buildings, no roads, no form of civilisation.
Cloud began to wonder. Why did I follow the voices instructions? He thought to himself. Doing so had only landed him in a strange new world.
He looked about him again. He couldn't just stand there, so he placed his sword on his back and began to walk, even though he had lost all sense of direction and had no idea were he was headed.
As he walked, he looked around at his surroundings again, but this time, he noticed something very strange. Directly above him, his own world was hanging in the sky. He recognised the shapes of the continents. Something very strange was going on.
At this point, Cloud began to despair. He was totally lost on another planet, and he still had no idea why he was here, or who summoned him.
For hours he walked without food or water, and as sure as night follows day, he began to tire. He had lost all hope of ever finding anybody, and the planet above him didn't disappear. It remained in the sky as a constant reminder of his situation.
But then, Cloud saw something on the horizon. A large building, shaped like flames against the darkening sky.
With a new glimmer of hope, Cloud picked up his pace and began to dash towards the structure in the plains.
The building neared Cloud with every new step. His dash became a jog. His jog became a walk. And just as he neared some huge gates centred in a gigantic wall, Cloud fell to the ground, unconscious.
* * *
"Cloud.Cloud."
Cloud opened his eyes to see that he was surrounded by pitch darkness. He could see nothing, not even his hand in front of his face. A soft voice was calling to him. A familiar voice.
"Cloud.Cloud.you did this to me!"
There was an air of sadness about the voice, as if the voice was about to cry.
Cloud looked around to see who was speaking to him. Nobody could impersonate that voice.
"Where are you?" he shouted, suddenly, hoping this wasn't a dream.
"You did this to me, Cloud!" said another recognisable voice. But this voice was not soft. It was angry. It expressed hatred. "You did this to me, Cloud! You killed me!"
Cloud began to worry and now hoped he was dreaming. The second voice was unmistakeable.
"Sephiroth?" he said slowly to himself.
Then out of the darkness, there came a blinding light. Cloud covered his eyes with his hands. The light then dimmed and shone around a familiar silhouette. Slowly, the silhouette walked towards Cloud, something clutched in his hand.
Out of the shadow, the figure emerged into light. Dressed in his same black robes and silver shoulder pads, he appeared. It was Sephiroth. He stopped a couple of metres ahead of Cloud, waiting with his sword in his hand.
"You killed me, Cloud! Now I will have my revenge!" he shouted, pointing at Cloud, smiling inanely.
Cloud pulled his sword from his back and readied himself in battle stance.
"This isn't real!" Cloud shouted. "This can't be real!"
Sephiroth changed to a battle stance, holding his sword above his head. Legs clasped together, he stood tall above Cloud.
"Prepare to die!" shouted Sephiroth, before advancing rapidly, sword aimed accurately at Cloud's face.
With a great amount of luck, Cloud managed to jump out of the way of Sephiroth's thrust, leaving Sephiroth open to attack. This isn't like him, thought Cloud, before swinging his sword at Sephiroth. But his sword didn't strike flesh. It struck blade.
Sephiroth, like a flash of lightning, had spun around and was guarding against Cloud's strike.
"Impossible!" shouted Cloud, straining against Sephiroth's blade.
"I am changed Cloud!" said Sephiroth with a mocking tone. "You cannot defeat me now!"
And with a mighty push, Sephiroth knocked Cloud reeling backwards, and, and with a menacing laugh, thrust him through the chest with his Masamune before he could recover.
Then everything disappeared. The light, Sephiroth, his weapon. All was gone, and blackness ensued all once more. Then it happened again.
Cloud, now woundless, heard the first voice again.
"I don't blame you Cloud, but I need you to find me."
Then Cloud lost consciousness.
* * *
"AERIS!"
Cloud sat up suddenly, sweat pouring from his head. But something was different. He was no longer out doors. He was sitting in a bed, located in a cosy little room. An oil lamp, hanging next to some curtains, lit the room. His sword was propped up against a wall, and his clothes were gone.
Then, the door of the room creaked open.
Cloud, with great speed and with a new sense of danger, jumped out of the bed and grabbed his sword. Then, just before he started his attack stance, he hesitated.
"I hope you're not planning to use that," said a harmonious voice, which rang in Clouds mind.
In front of Cloud, holding a tray of hot food was a young woman, dressed in a black combat outfit. She had long, violet hair, which ended at her thighs. She had golden boots, and golden gauntlets, which shone in the dim light around them. About her waist hung a sword, of which the handle was silver, with a red ruby at the butt.
Her face seemed symmetrical, with hardly any tiny imperfections. Her nose was straight and her eyes were deepest blue. She held a presence in the room, not one of fear, but of valour.
"Where.where am I?" stuttered Cloud.
"Please rest, you're hurt," she said in an authoritative tone.
"I.I don't."And he fell to the ground, unconscious and tired.
He had been transported to a place that he had never seen before, but felt strange recognition to his surroundings. The ground was similar to that of Cosmo Canyons and the sky was a fiery red. But there appeared to be nothing for miles. No buildings, no roads, no form of civilisation.
Cloud began to wonder. Why did I follow the voices instructions? He thought to himself. Doing so had only landed him in a strange new world.
He looked about him again. He couldn't just stand there, so he placed his sword on his back and began to walk, even though he had lost all sense of direction and had no idea were he was headed.
As he walked, he looked around at his surroundings again, but this time, he noticed something very strange. Directly above him, his own world was hanging in the sky. He recognised the shapes of the continents. Something very strange was going on.
At this point, Cloud began to despair. He was totally lost on another planet, and he still had no idea why he was here, or who summoned him.
For hours he walked without food or water, and as sure as night follows day, he began to tire. He had lost all hope of ever finding anybody, and the planet above him didn't disappear. It remained in the sky as a constant reminder of his situation.
But then, Cloud saw something on the horizon. A large building, shaped like flames against the darkening sky.
With a new glimmer of hope, Cloud picked up his pace and began to dash towards the structure in the plains.
The building neared Cloud with every new step. His dash became a jog. His jog became a walk. And just as he neared some huge gates centred in a gigantic wall, Cloud fell to the ground, unconscious.
* * *
"Cloud.Cloud."
Cloud opened his eyes to see that he was surrounded by pitch darkness. He could see nothing, not even his hand in front of his face. A soft voice was calling to him. A familiar voice.
"Cloud.Cloud.you did this to me!"
There was an air of sadness about the voice, as if the voice was about to cry.
Cloud looked around to see who was speaking to him. Nobody could impersonate that voice.
"Where are you?" he shouted, suddenly, hoping this wasn't a dream.
"You did this to me, Cloud!" said another recognisable voice. But this voice was not soft. It was angry. It expressed hatred. "You did this to me, Cloud! You killed me!"
Cloud began to worry and now hoped he was dreaming. The second voice was unmistakeable.
"Sephiroth?" he said slowly to himself.
Then out of the darkness, there came a blinding light. Cloud covered his eyes with his hands. The light then dimmed and shone around a familiar silhouette. Slowly, the silhouette walked towards Cloud, something clutched in his hand.
Out of the shadow, the figure emerged into light. Dressed in his same black robes and silver shoulder pads, he appeared. It was Sephiroth. He stopped a couple of metres ahead of Cloud, waiting with his sword in his hand.
"You killed me, Cloud! Now I will have my revenge!" he shouted, pointing at Cloud, smiling inanely.
Cloud pulled his sword from his back and readied himself in battle stance.
"This isn't real!" Cloud shouted. "This can't be real!"
Sephiroth changed to a battle stance, holding his sword above his head. Legs clasped together, he stood tall above Cloud.
"Prepare to die!" shouted Sephiroth, before advancing rapidly, sword aimed accurately at Cloud's face.
With a great amount of luck, Cloud managed to jump out of the way of Sephiroth's thrust, leaving Sephiroth open to attack. This isn't like him, thought Cloud, before swinging his sword at Sephiroth. But his sword didn't strike flesh. It struck blade.
Sephiroth, like a flash of lightning, had spun around and was guarding against Cloud's strike.
"Impossible!" shouted Cloud, straining against Sephiroth's blade.
"I am changed Cloud!" said Sephiroth with a mocking tone. "You cannot defeat me now!"
And with a mighty push, Sephiroth knocked Cloud reeling backwards, and, and with a menacing laugh, thrust him through the chest with his Masamune before he could recover.
Then everything disappeared. The light, Sephiroth, his weapon. All was gone, and blackness ensued all once more. Then it happened again.
Cloud, now woundless, heard the first voice again.
"I don't blame you Cloud, but I need you to find me."
Then Cloud lost consciousness.
* * *
"AERIS!"
Cloud sat up suddenly, sweat pouring from his head. But something was different. He was no longer out doors. He was sitting in a bed, located in a cosy little room. An oil lamp, hanging next to some curtains, lit the room. His sword was propped up against a wall, and his clothes were gone.
Then, the door of the room creaked open.
Cloud, with great speed and with a new sense of danger, jumped out of the bed and grabbed his sword. Then, just before he started his attack stance, he hesitated.
"I hope you're not planning to use that," said a harmonious voice, which rang in Clouds mind.
In front of Cloud, holding a tray of hot food was a young woman, dressed in a black combat outfit. She had long, violet hair, which ended at her thighs. She had golden boots, and golden gauntlets, which shone in the dim light around them. About her waist hung a sword, of which the handle was silver, with a red ruby at the butt.
Her face seemed symmetrical, with hardly any tiny imperfections. Her nose was straight and her eyes were deepest blue. She held a presence in the room, not one of fear, but of valour.
"Where.where am I?" stuttered Cloud.
"Please rest, you're hurt," she said in an authoritative tone.
"I.I don't."And he fell to the ground, unconscious and tired.