Yume Prophecy
No matter what the time…
Destiny Forgotten…
We'll always be together.
We'll share our pains…
Our sorrows…
Ours laughs.
We are the same.
We are one.
Like ying and yang.
Like dark and light.
One cannot exist without the other.
So come with me.
Wish.
The crescent moon is singing,
Singing a sad lullaby…
We must change that.
Wish.
Wish with me, one last time…
And all will change.
The Crescent Moon
Two will change everything
For the better or for the worse?
We won't know until it happens.
But we cannot stop it.
By Pirogoeth
"Mom, I'm really really really sorry!" Aeris screeched as her mother blubbered uncontrollably.
"How… Why… What did I do wrong, Aeris?" Her mother looked up, her usually bright blue eyes clouded with grief. "What did I do to deserve this? Did I ever raise you wrong?"
"Mom…" Aeris looked at her feet like a little girl who was caught stealing makeup.
"Aeris, how could you? You embarrass me everyday; you hurt me every time I draw breath!" She took a deep intake of breath, and started to sob again. "Why! Why was I cursed with such a child?"
"Why don't you just disown me then?" Aeris screamed, punching the table.
"It won't destroy all of the pain I have accumulated over the years! After all I tried… Everything goes wrong! You are expelled from school; you probably can't get a job…"
"Then it's not your damned problem!" Aeris yelled, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Nothing you do can stop me from being me! It's like trapping an uncooperative lion in a cage; it won't work!"
"Just leave then!" Her mother shrieked.
"I will!"
Aeris ran upstairs and got out her "emergency pack." She had packed all her clothes and items the summer before, preparing for when she would run away. She hoisted it over her shoulder and ran out of the door.
Her mother was standing in the door, her tears softly making a "plop" sound on the porch.
A young girl was running through the streets of the slums of Midgar. Her long braided hair was flying behind her, clear bright jade eyes set in determination, a dull black leather sack on her shoulder. Her shirt was a sleeveless, baby blue, and had "Princess" written all over it. Her pants were worn and baggy, and there where spots where the material was scratched. Young men and women moved out of her way, old hags whispered to their friends of "that hooligan."
When she was looking at something in particular, she collided with a tall dark man. She fell down with an "oof."
"Ouch…" She whined, wincing at her damaged bum.
The man towered over her, his piercing red eyes seeming to look into her soul. In his dark deep voice, he spoke;
"Art thou fine?" He held out a gloved hand to her. Hesitating, she grabbed his hand, and he helped her up.
"Sorry..." She mumbled. He nodded, and started to head toward an old church. Curious, she followed, her mind shut down. She followed the man, even though her mind screamed at her not to.
He was a handsome, tall man with penetrating crimson eyes. He was slightly muscular, but thin. He had an aura of mystery about him.
'A mystery to be solved.' Her conscience added.
Little did she know the man knew she was following him. He held his cloak closer to his body; It suddenly gotten cold. As he made way to the old, worn down church, he reflected upon old, forsaken memories…
"Brother!" A little girl screeched as a daring boy climbed over the ten foot brick wall. He sent her a charming smile, and jumped to the other side. "Thou art a big git! Brother!"
She heard a racket from the other side, and watched in awe as he jumped over the wall, his dark hair flying behind him...
And landed on his bum.
She stared at him for a few minutes, and then started to laugh.
"Tis' not funny Aerith!"
"Yes…It… Is…" She laughed hysterically.
He took her hand and dropped something in it. When the girl looked, she was staring at the most beautiful stone. It was a milky white, and it was as smooth as marble.
"Thou know," the boy said, changing the subject "that thee are not truly my sister."
The girl sadly looked down at the ground.
"Yeah…" She sounded miserable "I am just the poor orphan that thy mother sheltered."
"But…" He added softly. "Thou may not be my sister in blood, but thou art more of a sister then-
"Dinner!" A melodic voice interrupted him.
Both of their eyes went wide, and then looked devious.
"First one there gets the others desert." The boy proclaimed.
"Tis' fine by me!"
And they both ran off to the warm cottage.
"Milady Aerith," The man started as Aeris entered the church. He was standing in the middle, where there was a beautiful small garden. "Thou always demanded that thou garden was always kept if you left." This time, he spoke to the flowers "Tis' very sorry I did not appear in two thousand years to help. But someone appeared to do this task, anyway."
'Two thousand years?!' Aeris mind cried, unbelieving of this new rush of information.
"I accepted my heritage, also milady…" He took a deep breath. "Tis' was a hard act, but thou helped me believe my life… My life of a seer…"
Aeris stood motionless. Where did she hear of seers before? Something in History class….
A thirteen year old Aeris walked out of school, groaning at the piles of homework that the teachers suddenly decided to give. Writing three essays for Language Arts, a huge art project, and a science project on DNA. History was to ask someone about seers and write a essay about them…
'Well…" Her mind concluded 'I'll at least do that homework. It sounds kinda interesting."
As she reached her house, she unlocked the door and opened it.
"Mom!" She yelled, wanting to be heard "I'm home, and I want some help with my homework!"
Aeris mother dashed down the stairs.
"Welcome back home, Aeris. You said you needed help with your homework?" She walked over to her daughter and hugged her so much she couldn't breath.
"Mom…" She gasped, trying to breath. "Air… Please… Dying…" Her mother let go, and she slumped onto the floor.
"Sorry honey. Its just the last time you asked me for help was years ago… Too much independence can be bad…"
"Oh… Right… Mom, do you know what a seer is? I have to write an essay about it for History."
"Seer? You mean people who can see into the future or something?"
"No, Mom. Mrs. McLain said something about immortality or something. Mythological stuff."
"Oh! Those seers. I heard about them when I was younger… I'll tell you what I know." She grabbed a chair and sat down, and motioned for her daughter to do the same.
"Seers are humans who were born under the sign of Lmmasofa. They are given various 'powers.' They are the one who created materia, very much like the white one you have. Materia are stones, very valuable, that can manipulate certain powers and use them. Cure, for example, is a very rare but useful materia. It manipulates healing powers from the planets lifestream, the planets blood. The lifestream is where souls go when the body dies; then it is placed into another body. Simply saying, I may be a spirit of a tree, which was the spirit of a worm, so on and so forth. Back onto the subject; Seers. They have certain abilities; Immortality, ungodly speed, strength, stamina, or reflexes. Very few come with all; the ones that do are either dead, or in the planets core; they are the protectors of the planet."
She took a very deep breath.
"Many people long ago seek out these certain people and kill them; greed for power, you see. Immortality only means long life. People believe that when the sign of Lmmasofa is out, there is a flux in the lifestream and that is why certain powers are given." Aeris mother sighed, defeated. "Sorry, that's all I know. Maybe you can elaborate on things when you write that essay."
"Mom... How do you know so much about these seers?"
Her mother smiled sadly at her. "I went to Cosmo Canyon with your father before he died."
'So that's why he can live two thousand something years! He is a seer with the power of immortality…'
"Awfully resourceful, thou are, young lady." Aeris, panicked, looked up and saw the man looking down at her. "I can hear thy thoughts. Very impressive for a… Sixteen year old?"
"Eighteen." She shot back.
"Eighteen, very well. Thou missed quite a few abilities, anyway. Mind reading, far sight…" He glared at her. "Why does thou insist on following me, anyway?"
Aeris was trembling. "Be... Because you seemed… Different."
The man narrowed his eyes till they were slits. "Of course I am different. I am a freak of nature; Art thou that dense?" He showed his other hand that was very well hidden. She was horrified. It was a metal claw; the digits looked sharp enough to cut skin, and it glowed eerily in the dim church. He looked menacing; tall and dark, with a blood red cape on his shoulders, a very dark grey tunic, and black leggings. He wore travelers' boots; His raven black hair was long; it was wild; it went in every direction. A red bandanna held the hair from covering his face. "Thou see what I mean?"
She was utterly terrified, even though she tried her best not to show it. She unconsciously stepped back, and her back hit the wall. He glared at her, then, shocked, stepped back. "Thou… Thou have Aerith's materia!" Aeris looked at her silver necklace; the creamy white stone glinted at her.
"Materia? This isn't materia; it doesn't do anything. I tried."
"It holds a power greater then you can imagine. It is the guide to salvation for this planet. A great evil is coming…" He pushed her away and moved slightly to miss a fan of knives that hit the wall. He kneeled, and pointed to a pile of miscellaneous junk. "Hide. I'll take care of this."
He took out a katana from its sheath. Disfigured forms morphed from the shadows. They were ashen, with a scarlet incantation on their foreheads. They charged at him, and he stood in a defensive stance. He swung his katana, but they passed through the forms. Cursing, he took out materia. A loud cry of "DEMI!" rang out, and a many of the ghosts were wiped out. They materialized, and then charged at the man once again. He was unprepared, and was thrown into the wall. He shook his head and got up. He ran at the remaining ghosts. He grabbed ones 'neck' in his claw and crushed it, but they turned into a gaseous form again. He swiftly grabbed a ceremonial dagger from his boot; its blade was a crystal blue, and its hilt was a dark grey with a black pearl in the middle. The ghost seemed to taunt him, and he complied. He slashed the ghost, and surprised, it was cut into two. A loud, echoing banshee like scream was heard; but as it faded, a loud clapping was heard and a tall lean man came from the shadows. The symbole on his head; Two crescent moons back to back, was glowing. He had a smug grin on his face, a twinkle in his eye. Long silver hair cascaded to his back.
"I see my father has not faltered over the years."
Cliffhanger? Maybe. Never was good at the stuff -_-
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