A/N: I will be posting my Final Fantasy VII drabbles here, as separate chapters. They probably won't flow together so, unless otherwise noted, they are to be read as stand alones. I hope you enjoy them and that you let me know.
Summary: (Pre-Game) Tseng in Nibelheim after Sephiroth has parted with reality.
But a Moment
The wind seared his face, but he didn't want to go back inside, back into the reek of blood and shit and mako.
"Tseng." He turned. St. Valence strode toward him, the wind tossing his overcoat, his long grey hair. He stopped at Tseng's elbow. "They found this," he said, holding out a small silver Leviathan metal on a long chain.
Tseng took it, met the etched serpent's gaze, remembered slipping the chain into Sephiroth's hand three nights ago…
The chain took to the sky, a scratch of silver-flame against the clouds, winging into the darkness over the mountain's edge.
