~Okay. This is my first Final Fantasy VII FanFic, and its sort of my first
actual FanFic altogether. This is only like. the. preview, or prologue or
whatever. Well, please Read and Review, if I get some positive comments,
maybe I'll think of posting the next chapter.
A young, angered boy with blonde spikey hair and sky blue hues gazed deep into the very soul of the one he stood before. A large sword, broad and large, was gripped firmly in his right hand. Though this blade was abnormally big, it's wielder had no problem using it. "Why.. Why have you killed so many innocent people!?" the boy yelled out through gritted teeth, the other only seemed to smirk, himself holding a long, Koto -era type sword. Its owner was a tall man, with a greatly built body. Long, silvery white hair that was usually smooth and shiny, was now tangled and dirty. Green eyes, embedded with sin and dark deeds, stared into the blue eyes of his foe, both of them locked in what would be an eternal gaze. The blond boy was impatient, so much fury, so much hatred for this other man had long been held in, and it was prodding its way out of him, ready to unleash what great and unknown powers it had. The boy kicked off the ground, that broad sword now grippe din both hands, held firmly as he charged the one he loathed beyond anyone else.
"Cloud Strife.." A loud moaning sound was made. It came not from a human, nor from any living, embodied being. This noise, this call of some ones name, came from the earth itself. Beneath the surface, beneath the soil and the earthy substances, was the immortal Life Stream. Spirits and lost, wondering souls who had not yet returned to the planet wandered here till they could find aid to help them to their destination. The spirits and souls were a bright, lime green aura that surrounded a blue essence. But one stood out from the other, one that was separated from every other. It was not lime green and blue. Its aura was a crimson red, stained with the blood of the innocent and tangled with the cries of its victims. The core, the very 'body' of this spiritual being, was a color darker than black, tainted with hatred and grudges it would never let go. Though one thing about it, one could admire, and that was its determination to not die. You see, all of the souls were going in a circle, and all were heading in one direction, but this dark presence was not. It had its own plans, and it was slowly, but surely, making its way up the invisible staircase back to the real world, back to the one place it could seek out its revenge upon the one person he hated most; Cloud Strife.
~Okay. Yeah, that's it. Short, I know. But the next chapter is longer, indeed longer. If I get some positive feedback from this little 'demonstration', I'll post the next chapter. Please review. Thanks and goodbye!
A young, angered boy with blonde spikey hair and sky blue hues gazed deep into the very soul of the one he stood before. A large sword, broad and large, was gripped firmly in his right hand. Though this blade was abnormally big, it's wielder had no problem using it. "Why.. Why have you killed so many innocent people!?" the boy yelled out through gritted teeth, the other only seemed to smirk, himself holding a long, Koto -era type sword. Its owner was a tall man, with a greatly built body. Long, silvery white hair that was usually smooth and shiny, was now tangled and dirty. Green eyes, embedded with sin and dark deeds, stared into the blue eyes of his foe, both of them locked in what would be an eternal gaze. The blond boy was impatient, so much fury, so much hatred for this other man had long been held in, and it was prodding its way out of him, ready to unleash what great and unknown powers it had. The boy kicked off the ground, that broad sword now grippe din both hands, held firmly as he charged the one he loathed beyond anyone else.
"Cloud Strife.." A loud moaning sound was made. It came not from a human, nor from any living, embodied being. This noise, this call of some ones name, came from the earth itself. Beneath the surface, beneath the soil and the earthy substances, was the immortal Life Stream. Spirits and lost, wondering souls who had not yet returned to the planet wandered here till they could find aid to help them to their destination. The spirits and souls were a bright, lime green aura that surrounded a blue essence. But one stood out from the other, one that was separated from every other. It was not lime green and blue. Its aura was a crimson red, stained with the blood of the innocent and tangled with the cries of its victims. The core, the very 'body' of this spiritual being, was a color darker than black, tainted with hatred and grudges it would never let go. Though one thing about it, one could admire, and that was its determination to not die. You see, all of the souls were going in a circle, and all were heading in one direction, but this dark presence was not. It had its own plans, and it was slowly, but surely, making its way up the invisible staircase back to the real world, back to the one place it could seek out its revenge upon the one person he hated most; Cloud Strife.
~Okay. Yeah, that's it. Short, I know. But the next chapter is longer, indeed longer. If I get some positive feedback from this little 'demonstration', I'll post the next chapter. Please review. Thanks and goodbye!