Author's Notes: I like this one. Inspired by the pen with which I wrote this.
Theme: Black
Pen
Years ago he'd been given a pen by the President upon being appointed head of Urban Development. The pen was plated in gold and wrote in expensive black ink, ink derived from some rare plant matter, the ink of an endangered octopus, and powdered black pearls. It was such a waste of money that he rarely used the thing. Instead he'd had the thing put in a glass case on his desk at Shin-Ra.
Over the many years of Shin-Ra's evil he had come to hate the pen. It symbolized the only thing he'd ever signed with it, his contract with Shin-Ra. Because of this he refused to use any pen that wrote in black ink. The dark color had come to be a sign of the corruption, the black cancer that was once his city.
It was only fitting to use this pen and its extravagant wealth so many years later to write the charter for the WRO and the first documents for the United Nations he started nearing his death.
Now the pen, old and long since out of its priceless ink, lay buried with the man it both bound and freed.