(Author's Note: Thanks for reviewing! This chapter probably will make you mad at me from where it stops…*nervous laugh*…I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can…please don't be mad…)
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 or Squaresoft. Everything else is mine.
Chapter 8
The night was cold and calm. There was not a cloud in the sky and the only sound was from the breeze moving through the trees. The moon was bright and full. The only thing that ruined this almost peaceful scene was the tense feeling in the air. The general stood on top of a huge boulder on the side of the hill. He had discarded his trench coat and loosely held his sword in his left hand with the blade pointing behind him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then slowly released it. He was completely relaxed and ready for this battle. His officers stood on either side of him on the ground. Every soldier within the camp was now in place. Soon…he would signal the attack to begin. The clock ticked on…minutes turned to hours…midnight struck.
He gave a barely visible nod. Hundreds of battle cries shattered the silence as the army rushed forward. The attack had begun.
Sephiroth leaped off his boulder and raced towards the town with his troops behind him. Another cry rang out as the opposing army realized what was happening. The fire from guns rang out. Rockets sailed through the air to explode when contact with the ground was made. Some battle cries turned to cries of pain. Some cries were never finished.
Trees and bushes and grasses burst into flames from the fire. The once cloudless sky was now filled with smoke. The moon was stained red from the smoke. The stars were no longer visible.
Sephiroth was in the center of it all. The enemy attacked him ruthlessly but that didn't matter to him…he wanted them to fight to their best. It wouldn't matter anyway. The masamune sang as it sailed through the air easily. These soldiers he fought were beginning to fear the blade. Relentlessly he pushed forward.
Only a handful of his soldiers were around him. Only there if needed but fighting none the less. After a few minutes he stopped and stood watching the battle around him. One of the newest SOLDIERs was close by. Their sword was swinging effortlessly through the air. It was a long blade…with a glow like that of Mako around it…the Llevar-gato.
A face suddenly appeared in his mind. Bright green eyes…royal blue hair…white markings around the eyes…was this a memory of some kind…? From where? He shook his head and swung his blade again.
The battle raged on…
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* Llevar-gato…(I think it's right…?) it's supposed to be Spanish and it means bear-cat…in the dictionary bear-cat means a person or thing having exceptional power, strength, energy, etc. Does that fit the sword for a name?)
