Don't own FFVII or anything. Yup...
Uhh...about this fic...i had the urge to write this for a while, and even though it wouldn't come out too well because the ending of an awesome game is something to be reckoned with, I thought I'd give it a shot. Only hardcore fans will get the idea about what is going on, prolly, but that isn't to say that this short story is exclusive only for those ppl. Anyone can enjoy it, so...enjoy?
City of the Ancients
What is that chanting?
"Hey, guys! Do you hear that too?" Cloud looked at Tifa and Barret.
"Yeah, but where do you think it's coming from?" Answered Tifa.
"What the fuck does it matter? If you keep concentrating on it, it'll only mess things up even more," said Barret.
Every one of them was shaky. Ever since they've stepped into this place, it seemed as though the wall themselves have been chanting. Or maybe it's in their heads. Even Barret was more up-tight and foul-mouthed than usual.
"Hey, Cloud, How much longer 'til we can fuckin' leave?!" Asked Barret through a mouth that was little more than a pale slit now.
"When we find Aeris, we can go."
But that doesn't mean that they were bold in coming here. Sure, this was the most important thing in their agenda, but they all expected a dark figure to appear out of the corner of their eye. And every passing instant that that figure didn't appear made the chanting from the walls louder and louder.
The ashen white floor was flaky under their feet. How could a place like this exist? Completely deserted…. How did they get here? When Cloud tried to recall how to get out, he couldn't. Maybe there was no way out. Maybe the place forbade them to go.
In that last village, Cloud was sure to ask about this place. "City of the Ancients," it was called. But no one seemed to know how to get there. Only by chance did that light appear at the end of the forest. Or maybe it wasn't chance at all.
And now the damn walls wouldn't stop singing.