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Final Fantasy VII: The Search for Tomorrow
::Chapter One - Reminders::
There he stood, on the deck of the Highwind, cigarette in mouth, goggles on head. Cid's ship was war torn. There was no doubt it was an intense finale. What, if anything was alive down there in the ruins of what was once the great Mako city of Midgar? Have the creatures that infested the outskirts of town infested the ruins? With one puff of white smoke from his mouth, Cid turned away and headed back into the interior of the ship. He glanced over to see Yuffie kneeled over towards the end of one corner of the cargo area. She was still nauseous from the motion of the craft. Her hands were shaking as if she'd been terrified from some unknown force. Cid hesitated to say anything, and then continued on into the main deck area. It had been approximately five hours since Holy and the Lifestream disintegrated Meteor. Something he'd witnessed through his own eyes. Magnificent, if one would call it that. He'd become a part of the world's history now.
Barrett stared out of the main window of the deck, peeking out to see the smoldering ruins of what was once a great, but evil city. AVALANCHE had won their war. The lives of Jessie, Biggs and Wedge all sacrificed for this day. Barrett hadn't been the same since that sector plate fell. The evil Shinra Corporation led Midgar, and was the ones at fault to boot. Barrett was rubbing the barrel of the gun that was his permanent reminder of the incident at Corel. He solemnly remembers Dyne, the father of Marlene. He became consumed by his own hatred after Corel was burned down by Shinra. Barrett wondered how Marlene was, and if she was safe. Somehow he knew inside that she was, almost as if she were guarded by Aerith's spirit.
Tifa looked at Cloud, who was sleeping in a corner of the main Bridge area. He'd gone through a lot in the past week or two. His Buster sword was propped up against what appeared to be the controls for the flight navigation. Its blade looked dull and lifeless, its handle cracked from the fight with Sephiroth. Luckily, Cid's well-trained pilot didn't need the equipment it was laying against as of now. Tifa noticed what appeared to be just a tiny amount of drool coming from the Hero's mouth. Sleeping like a baby, she thought, as she went to check on Yuffie, who was undoubtedly still succumbing to the feeling of air travel. Cloud had begun to move as she walked towards where Yuffie was.
"AERITH!" Cloud was awake now, sweating as if he'd had a horrible vision in his sleep. He kept telling himself it was only a dream; Aerith had died at the hands of Sephiroth, sacrificed for the rest of humankind. She was the last of the Cetra, shamelessly killed by a man of pure evil. Cloud looked around, seeing everyone but the pilot staring at him as if he'd woken from a coma.
"What's the deal, Cloud?" Barrett asked from where he was originally standing.
"Ahh. Umm.. nothing, I had a bad dream, that's all." Cloud replied as he looked at the ground.
"You've been having those 'bad dreams' since Aerith died. You're dreaming of her, aren't you?" Cloud stood up, and walked towards Barrett.
"No, I don't have to dream of her. It's almost as if, she's doing the dreaming for me, telling me where I can find her." He looked away as if his words seemed foolish. "You don't have to believe me. This dream was too real to be something from my imagination. Aerith told me that her soul had not disappeared from this planet. She said that if we return to the Ancient City, we'll discover the truth behind the Cetra and its people." Cloud turned away and was stopped by Barrett.
"Do, do you think we'll find her there?" Cloud faced Barrett and looked at the floor.
"I'm not sure where 'there' is, Barrett. I know it's somewhere at the Ancient City, but where at. I'm not sure." Cloud walked out of the main bridge area and headed past Yuffie and Tifa towards the deck where Cid was earlier.
Red XIII sat out on the deck, as Cloud approached him. "What are you doing, Red?"
"I'm listening for the spirit of Grandfather." Red XIII stood up and looked at Cloud, who appeared tattered and worn out. "You look like you need sleep."
Cloud looked away. "No, I just woke up. Aerith was in a dream, but it was too real to be a dream."
Red walked away from Cloud. "She's calling you. Go find her."
Cloud sat in the corner. "Find her how?"
Red looked at him and shook his head. "Have your soul seek hers. If you believe fully, you can succeed."
Cloud looked away from Red. He caught a glimpse of something in the sky, but he needed to stand in order to make out exactly what it was. Cloud stood, and walked toward the end of the Deck. His eyes were open wide, in terror. He saw a familiar figure in the sky. The figure was looking down as if he had become one with the stars. Sephiroth... it couldn't be. Cloud defeated him and witnessed him become nothing. He witnessed Sephiroth dissolve into the core of the planet. No, he thought to himself. It couldn't be. Sephiroth couldn't have succeeded. Meteor was destroyed. Holy and the Lifestream were set free from binding. Cloud looked away and closed his eyes, and then peeked again. The vision was gone. His mind had been playing tricks on him. He wondered if the visions of Aerith were as much an illusion as this one of Sephiroth.
"You're right Red; I think I do need rest." With that Cloud went back to the Bridge.
Final Fantasy VII: The Search for Tomorrow
::Chapter One - Reminders::
There he stood, on the deck of the Highwind, cigarette in mouth, goggles on head. Cid's ship was war torn. There was no doubt it was an intense finale. What, if anything was alive down there in the ruins of what was once the great Mako city of Midgar? Have the creatures that infested the outskirts of town infested the ruins? With one puff of white smoke from his mouth, Cid turned away and headed back into the interior of the ship. He glanced over to see Yuffie kneeled over towards the end of one corner of the cargo area. She was still nauseous from the motion of the craft. Her hands were shaking as if she'd been terrified from some unknown force. Cid hesitated to say anything, and then continued on into the main deck area. It had been approximately five hours since Holy and the Lifestream disintegrated Meteor. Something he'd witnessed through his own eyes. Magnificent, if one would call it that. He'd become a part of the world's history now.
Barrett stared out of the main window of the deck, peeking out to see the smoldering ruins of what was once a great, but evil city. AVALANCHE had won their war. The lives of Jessie, Biggs and Wedge all sacrificed for this day. Barrett hadn't been the same since that sector plate fell. The evil Shinra Corporation led Midgar, and was the ones at fault to boot. Barrett was rubbing the barrel of the gun that was his permanent reminder of the incident at Corel. He solemnly remembers Dyne, the father of Marlene. He became consumed by his own hatred after Corel was burned down by Shinra. Barrett wondered how Marlene was, and if she was safe. Somehow he knew inside that she was, almost as if she were guarded by Aerith's spirit.
Tifa looked at Cloud, who was sleeping in a corner of the main Bridge area. He'd gone through a lot in the past week or two. His Buster sword was propped up against what appeared to be the controls for the flight navigation. Its blade looked dull and lifeless, its handle cracked from the fight with Sephiroth. Luckily, Cid's well-trained pilot didn't need the equipment it was laying against as of now. Tifa noticed what appeared to be just a tiny amount of drool coming from the Hero's mouth. Sleeping like a baby, she thought, as she went to check on Yuffie, who was undoubtedly still succumbing to the feeling of air travel. Cloud had begun to move as she walked towards where Yuffie was.
"AERITH!" Cloud was awake now, sweating as if he'd had a horrible vision in his sleep. He kept telling himself it was only a dream; Aerith had died at the hands of Sephiroth, sacrificed for the rest of humankind. She was the last of the Cetra, shamelessly killed by a man of pure evil. Cloud looked around, seeing everyone but the pilot staring at him as if he'd woken from a coma.
"What's the deal, Cloud?" Barrett asked from where he was originally standing.
"Ahh. Umm.. nothing, I had a bad dream, that's all." Cloud replied as he looked at the ground.
"You've been having those 'bad dreams' since Aerith died. You're dreaming of her, aren't you?" Cloud stood up, and walked towards Barrett.
"No, I don't have to dream of her. It's almost as if, she's doing the dreaming for me, telling me where I can find her." He looked away as if his words seemed foolish. "You don't have to believe me. This dream was too real to be something from my imagination. Aerith told me that her soul had not disappeared from this planet. She said that if we return to the Ancient City, we'll discover the truth behind the Cetra and its people." Cloud turned away and was stopped by Barrett.
"Do, do you think we'll find her there?" Cloud faced Barrett and looked at the floor.
"I'm not sure where 'there' is, Barrett. I know it's somewhere at the Ancient City, but where at. I'm not sure." Cloud walked out of the main bridge area and headed past Yuffie and Tifa towards the deck where Cid was earlier.
Red XIII sat out on the deck, as Cloud approached him. "What are you doing, Red?"
"I'm listening for the spirit of Grandfather." Red XIII stood up and looked at Cloud, who appeared tattered and worn out. "You look like you need sleep."
Cloud looked away. "No, I just woke up. Aerith was in a dream, but it was too real to be a dream."
Red walked away from Cloud. "She's calling you. Go find her."
Cloud sat in the corner. "Find her how?"
Red looked at him and shook his head. "Have your soul seek hers. If you believe fully, you can succeed."
Cloud looked away from Red. He caught a glimpse of something in the sky, but he needed to stand in order to make out exactly what it was. Cloud stood, and walked toward the end of the Deck. His eyes were open wide, in terror. He saw a familiar figure in the sky. The figure was looking down as if he had become one with the stars. Sephiroth... it couldn't be. Cloud defeated him and witnessed him become nothing. He witnessed Sephiroth dissolve into the core of the planet. No, he thought to himself. It couldn't be. Sephiroth couldn't have succeeded. Meteor was destroyed. Holy and the Lifestream were set free from binding. Cloud looked away and closed his eyes, and then peeked again. The vision was gone. His mind had been playing tricks on him. He wondered if the visions of Aerith were as much an illusion as this one of Sephiroth.
"You're right Red; I think I do need rest." With that Cloud went back to the Bridge.