The soul of Sephiroth slithered through the path.
I am close, it said to itself. I will soon be able to destroy Cloud. I just need to find the way out of here.
"The soul is close," Cloud Strife said to himself as he mounted his motorcycle and drove off down the highway, where only a few short months ago he had driven across being followed by three white haired madmen. But that time was over now. Cloud, with the help of many friends had destroyed them all.
His cell phone started to ring, and Cloud pulled over to the side of the highway.
"Hello?" he spoke.
"Cloud?" came the voice from the other side. It was Tifa.
"Tifa," he said. "You're safe." his heart instantly lightened. Tifa had been away, finalizing her adoption papers for Marlene. The two of them, who were engaged to be married, had decided to adopt her.
"Yes," she said. "But that's not important right now. Sephiroth has escaped."
Cloud grasped the phone tightly. "Where to?"
"I'm not completely sure," she said. "It says here….Earth."
"What the hell is Earth?" Cloud asked.
"I'm not sure," Tifa said.
"I'm going there."
"Cloud, you can't!" Tifa begged. "You could die!"
"I have to go," Cloud said in a small daze. "I think….the missing part of me is there." Ever since the battle against Sephiroth, Cloud had felt as a part of his soul was missing. A very important part at that. Without it, he felt incomplete. As if something important was missing from his soul.
And one thing was.
He couldn't remember the names of the three white haired men, or the name of the boy who had drank the water and helped them. Cloud had a feeling that if he didn't find the missing part soon, something would happen that involved that memory and he would fail.
Cloud didn't like to fail. It suddenly started to rain.
"Tifa," he said. "I will be at the orphanage soon."
"Okay," she said. "Hurry."
"I will." he said, and hung up his phone. He pulled out of the ditch and sped off down the highway. Lightning struck amazingly close by as he got off the exit and drove onto the paved road. Lightning struck again, and Cloud saw it. He saw the soul of Sephiroth, smoothly gliding onto the cornfield. Cloud turned off the road, onto the cornfield.
"Sephiroth," he said under his breath. The soul of Sephiroth disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Cloud whipped out his cell phone.
"Tifa," he said. "I'm going to this Earth place. Wish me luck." he hung up the phone, and rode up to where Sephiroth had disappeared. He found a large sword sticking out of the dirt. Cloud reached out a gloved hand to touch the hilt. A sudden rushing feeling soared through his body, and Cloud was on his way to Earth.