Once Upon a Dream

By: Obsession's Light

A Final Fantasy 7 fanfic

A/N: Four written in one night….Somebody shoot me D:

Warnings: Sephy having a tantrum ahoy D:

Pairings: VincentxYuffie

Disclaimer: *still crying in dah corner*

Chapter 3- 21 Years Later…

Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Grimore and his people…As the time for the prince's 21st birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice.

For everyone knew, that as long as Sephiroth's domain, the Northern Crater, thundered with his wrath and frustration…his evil prophecy has not been yet fulfilled…

Sephiroth was pacing his throne room angrily as thunder boomed and echoed throughout the room. "It's INCREDIBLE!" thunder followed after his exclamation.

Sephiroth's minions flinched as their master continued to pace the room. "21 years, and not a trace of him!" Sephiroth boomed, thunder followed once more, he was REALLY irritated at the moment. "He couldn't have vanished into thin air!" the silverette turned to one of his minions, who flinched at his icy gaze. "are you SURE you searched everywhere?" he questioned, arching a silver brow. His minion shivered slightly at his master's chilly voice. "Y-yes my lord, we looked everywhere…"

"What about the towns? The forest? The mountains!" Sephiroth demanded, the servant gulped, "Y-yes, w-we checked the f-forest, houses, m-mountains, a-and-and ALL the cradles." he answered. Sephiroth blinked at this, "Cradles?" he repeated, the minion nodded "every cradle." Sephiroth suddenly smirked, he turned to his pet raven Kadaj. "Did you hear that my pet? All these years they've been looking for a baby…" he said coolly. His minions nodded eagerly, hoping they met their master's approval.

Sephiroth suddenly started to laugh, this sudden action surprised his henchmen, but no sooner did they join the silverette in his fit of laughter. "FOOLS!" Sephiroth bellowed, causing them to jump back in fright. "IDIOTS!" raising his staff, he roared, "IMBECILES!" thrusting his staff forward, lighting followed, striking the now fleeing henchmen.

After a few more lightning strikes, the throne room was soon empty. Groaning, Sephiroth rubbed his eyes and walked towards his throne, where Kadaj was perched.

"What am I going to do about those useless morons?" he mused, running a hand through his silver locks. Turning to Kadaj, he lifted his hand and the raven hopped on. "Kadaj…you're my last hope…" lifting his arm up, Sephiroth continued, "Search far and wide… look for a man of 21, with hair of pure ebony, skin as white as snow, and eyes as red as the rose…" spreading his wings, Kadaj flew off, with Sephiroth's final words, "Go…and do not fail me…"

Somewhere deep in the woods, not far from the kingdom of Midgar, in the wood cutter's cottage, the three good fairies have raised the young prince for the past 21 years. They raised him into a fine young man, which marks the success of their plan…but now, they were planning a party for the prince's 21st birthday… for a surprise.

Aerith, Cloud and Tifa were huddled around the table, talking in low voices as they planned what to give the prince as a present. "I love that outfit!" Aerith said as she pointed to the outfit in the book they were looking in. "Oh! He'll look so handsome in that!" Tifa agreed, squealing a little. "Hmmm… you should make it a different color… green doesn't look good on him." Cloud mused out loud as he munched on an apple. "You have a point there, and I was also thinking of changing the tights to pants…" Aerith said, Cloud and Tifa murmured their agreements.

While they were too busy planning on what the prince's outfit should look like, they weren't aware of the footsteps coming from behind the unsuspecting fairies.

While Aerith was in mid-sentence, a smooth, deep voice cut her off, "Well…"

The trio gasped as they turned sharply around to face the owner of the voice. The man was tall, lean and fit, he had hair of the purest ebony that cascaded past his shoulders to his mid-back. His skin was as pale as snow, but what stood out the most from, him were his crimson eyes that shined like rubies in the sunlight. For this man was none other than Prince Vincent Valentine, although that title was unknown to him.

A smirk was marred upon his pale pink lips as he approached the fumbling trio, "and what are you three up to?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips. "Up to?" the trio chorused, they muttered some excuses to try to cover up their plans. While looking around for an excuse to get Vincent out of the house, Cloud noticed a basket filled with rosemary's. He grabbed the basket, tossing the plants out, he thrust the basket into Vincent's hands. "We want you to pick some berries!" Cloud said, leading Vincent to the door. Catching Cloud's drift, the girls joined in, "Yes! Berries!", "Lots of berries!" as they pushed the confused man out the door. "But, I picked berries yesterday…" Vincent said, but Aerith waved it off, " Oh, but we need more dear.", "Lots more!" Tifa added, nodding vigorously.

Arching an eyebrow, Vincent turned and walked towards the forest. When they saw his back disappear into the dense wood, Cloud immediately said, "He's onto us." scratching the back of his spiky head. Aerith tapped the tip of his nose, "Oh, of course he isn't Cloudy-now, lets get started!"

Somewhere deep in the forest, Vincent was strolling peacefully. The forest was quiet, except for the chirping of the birds, and the rustling of the wind. Flicking a stray ebony strand behind his ear, Vincent looked skyward and sighed contently as the sun's warm rays filled the forest with a gentle light.

He approached the berry bush, and as he was picking berries, he heard a loud neigh, a splash, and a woman's scream.. Dropping the basket, he rushed towards the source of the noise.

Chapter 3-END

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