Masamune
Vincent stood at the edge of the ravine, his hair waving in the cool breeze. There was a howling sound coming from the wind passing over the gully below. Blood dripped from his chin, staining the rocks that were by his feet. His eyes were angry, and he stared endlessly into the pit were his son and dearest friend had fallen. The once glowing green-orb, was now slowly dying and fading into a small light concentrated around Sephiroth's sword, the masamune.
Vincent turned his attention to the orb as it faded into the long katana, giving it's blade a green tint. Sephiroth only, can wield that sword. Vincent thought to himself. Disregarding his thoughts he took a step of faith, and walked on air over the ravine.
"VINCENT NO!" yelled Yuffie. She jumped forward but soon stopped and watched Vincent walk to the masamune. The others stood, watching him stare into the gleaming blade. Barret also took a brief pause from trying to heal Tifa to watch this mad man approach the possessed sword.
The green energy had now completely vanished into the sword, leaving look as it did before. Vincent stared into the blade and grasped its hilt. His eyes still angry but now lit in green light. The others were in shock at this sight. Vincent dared not use the sword but only carried it the rocks at the edge of the ravine.
"No more, no more will this blade shed the blood of good, but I will see the day when it sheds the blood of Sephiroth." Said Vincent, staring at his reflection in the sword. The blade was blotched with a red color, obviously the blood that was shed during the sword's service to Sephiroth. He took the masamune and laid it down next a large rock close to Tifa. Vincent walked back to the ledge and again knelt down, looking into the ravine.
Cid sat next to the large rock, attempting to start a fire. The others found it odd that he could light the cigarette hanging from his lips right now but could not find a way to light a small fire. He continued smashing two flint stones together, trying to start a spark at the very least. Barret still stayed with Tifa, but his spells and potions did not seem enough to bring her back. He still continued tenaciously.
"YES!" said Cid. " Perhaps something will be in our favor." The others looked down at a small fire that Cid had finally started. He continued to build it until it was large enough to hold for the night.
The party gathered around the fire, all staring into its flames. It was silent. Vincent looked over at the masamune. It began to glow a green light. His eyes widened in curiosity. Small wisps of life stream began to flow from the cursed blade. At first the blade reacted in a glowing red light but the life stream washed them clean. The sword lit again only in a black light. Fighting the life stream.
"What curse is this?" asked Red. He walked slowly towards the sword.
The life stream fought harder against the sword. Finally the sword burst into a white light. It nearly blinded the party. They all squinted in it's radiance, all but, Vincent, who stared into the light.
The light began to dim slowly. With the life stream still hovering over the party Vincent ran to the Masamune and grasped it's hilt. He looked down the blade. It gleamed in the firelight but there were no blood stains to be seen. The blade was clean. It looked as though it had just been forged. He looked closer.
" What is this?" he asked. The others ran to Vincent. There was some form of writing. No one knew it's meaning. Disregarding this Vincent set the blade back down.
The party turned to watch the life stream hovering over Tifa. It worked its way up and down her body leaving no wounds behind it. Tifa still lay still, lifeless on the rocks. The party stood still. Hoping the life stream would maybe help Tifa.
Tifa jolted and began to Breathe harshly she opened her eyes slowly.
"Tifa!" yelled the party all at once. Everyone ran to Tifa and sat next to her. Barret sat behind her and propped her back off the ground.
Tifa looked up at Barret. " I. I fell. Cloud!"
Vincent stood at the edge of the ravine, his hair waving in the cool breeze. There was a howling sound coming from the wind passing over the gully below. Blood dripped from his chin, staining the rocks that were by his feet. His eyes were angry, and he stared endlessly into the pit were his son and dearest friend had fallen. The once glowing green-orb, was now slowly dying and fading into a small light concentrated around Sephiroth's sword, the masamune.
Vincent turned his attention to the orb as it faded into the long katana, giving it's blade a green tint. Sephiroth only, can wield that sword. Vincent thought to himself. Disregarding his thoughts he took a step of faith, and walked on air over the ravine.
"VINCENT NO!" yelled Yuffie. She jumped forward but soon stopped and watched Vincent walk to the masamune. The others stood, watching him stare into the gleaming blade. Barret also took a brief pause from trying to heal Tifa to watch this mad man approach the possessed sword.
The green energy had now completely vanished into the sword, leaving look as it did before. Vincent stared into the blade and grasped its hilt. His eyes still angry but now lit in green light. The others were in shock at this sight. Vincent dared not use the sword but only carried it the rocks at the edge of the ravine.
"No more, no more will this blade shed the blood of good, but I will see the day when it sheds the blood of Sephiroth." Said Vincent, staring at his reflection in the sword. The blade was blotched with a red color, obviously the blood that was shed during the sword's service to Sephiroth. He took the masamune and laid it down next a large rock close to Tifa. Vincent walked back to the ledge and again knelt down, looking into the ravine.
Cid sat next to the large rock, attempting to start a fire. The others found it odd that he could light the cigarette hanging from his lips right now but could not find a way to light a small fire. He continued smashing two flint stones together, trying to start a spark at the very least. Barret still stayed with Tifa, but his spells and potions did not seem enough to bring her back. He still continued tenaciously.
"YES!" said Cid. " Perhaps something will be in our favor." The others looked down at a small fire that Cid had finally started. He continued to build it until it was large enough to hold for the night.
The party gathered around the fire, all staring into its flames. It was silent. Vincent looked over at the masamune. It began to glow a green light. His eyes widened in curiosity. Small wisps of life stream began to flow from the cursed blade. At first the blade reacted in a glowing red light but the life stream washed them clean. The sword lit again only in a black light. Fighting the life stream.
"What curse is this?" asked Red. He walked slowly towards the sword.
The life stream fought harder against the sword. Finally the sword burst into a white light. It nearly blinded the party. They all squinted in it's radiance, all but, Vincent, who stared into the light.
The light began to dim slowly. With the life stream still hovering over the party Vincent ran to the Masamune and grasped it's hilt. He looked down the blade. It gleamed in the firelight but there were no blood stains to be seen. The blade was clean. It looked as though it had just been forged. He looked closer.
" What is this?" he asked. The others ran to Vincent. There was some form of writing. No one knew it's meaning. Disregarding this Vincent set the blade back down.
The party turned to watch the life stream hovering over Tifa. It worked its way up and down her body leaving no wounds behind it. Tifa still lay still, lifeless on the rocks. The party stood still. Hoping the life stream would maybe help Tifa.
Tifa jolted and began to Breathe harshly she opened her eyes slowly.
"Tifa!" yelled the party all at once. Everyone ran to Tifa and sat next to her. Barret sat behind her and propped her back off the ground.
Tifa looked up at Barret. " I. I fell. Cloud!"