2,000 years before the events of Final Fantasy VII...Jenova came


The Cetra Tribes-Part One


The Cetra Tribes

Prologue

A light lit the sky and a young girl looked up, the fear shining in her clear blue eyes. "Shekai, what is that?" she asked, raising one of her fingers to point out the object in the sky. She could hear the warnings echoing through her mind, the Planet telling her that things were about to go horribly wrong and much death will befall them, but the young girl did not understand, so she did not voice what she heard. Instead, she turned to face the young woman standing next to her. Shekai, the tribe's leader who decided everything. At the moment, Shekai was dressed in a shirt made of green-dyed cloth that had thin strps on it that were barly noticible through her strands of long brown hair that fell down her shoulders and back. Shekai's own blue eyes reflected the glowing light in the night sky and the young girl could sense her older sister's nervousness and unease. Shekai's skin was pale and she had marking on her face, symbols that looked like green scratch marks.

Shekai turned to look down at the girl and gave a very small smile that was barley noticible, "I don't know, Jenari, I just don't know." It was clear that Shekai could hear the Planet too, just like everyone else. They were, after all, the Cetra, the ones who could speak to the planet. Jenari bit her lip and looked down at the snow beneath her feet. She was dressed simarly to Shekai, except her clothing was a darker shade of green and she wore pants, not shorts. Either way, it seemed as if they were oblivious to the elements, but of course, it was in their blood to live in the Northern region, so they could not feel cold.

"Are we going to die?" Jenari found herself asking. That was when Shekai's eyes widened and the fear became very clear on her face. She frowned deeply and put an arm around her sister's shoulders.

"No, Jenari. We won't die. The Planet will not let us go that easily," Shekai tried to reassure her younger sister. Jenari wasn't convinced.

"But how do you know, Shekai?" Jenari asked. She barley stood at four feet tall and was rather short compared to her five foot ten sister. She looked at her sister's staff that Shekai always carried with her-a symbol that she led the Northern Cetra Tribe and stared deeply into the icy blue materia that was in the first slot. Then there was a fiery red materia. Jenari shuddered. Her sister had the Shiva materia, the summon that was very powerful up where the snow was abundant and temperatures dropped to below seventy-minus seventy that is.

"I don't, but still, I sense that whatever is up there, will not kill us-I hope. But...one can never know until it has been declared, right?" Shekai asked, repeating the wise words her mother had said when they were still young. Jenari was young. She was only ten years old, while her sister was tenty-two. "And...I don't believe that whatever that is in our sky; I do not believe it will fall until a long time has past. Yes, a long time..."

"Are you sure?" Jenari had to know. Her sister knew everything! She had always answered her questions before, so why should she be so uncertain now?

"We will have to wait and see. Just wait and see..."


A/N: Sorry it's short, but it was supposed to be. I hope you like it so far! R&R please!