Here we go again! How was it? Drop by for some milk and cookies if you so wish.
Again I do not own any of the characters in Last Order.
Five Years Ago:
The heat of the fire was tremendous and over powering. Homes and other buildings were ablaze with what seemed to be flames from Hell. The central water tower too was on fire. There was no noise save the crackling of the flames as they ate up the wooden buildings. As the flames consumed greedily its meal, a man slowly backed away from some looming figure that was silhouetted against the flaring orange behind him. Their footsteps broke the silence at last along with the man's cries for mercy.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked with a pained voice. The figure just shook his head while the victim in front of him waved his arms frantically before the figure, to keep him away? The waving was not meant to keep away the flames… Clothed in black attire, incredible silver- grey hair and a long bloodied sword, Sephiroth sliced at the man with practiced ease. The poor man had died before he had even hit the ground and the flames had erupted forth to devour his body.
A building collapsed, its beams no longer able to support it's own weight. Sephiroth stood emotionlessly amongst the inferno, greeting the silence with an open heart… That is if he still had one hidden behind his insanity. His gaze followed the flare of the burning buildings. He had caused all this destruction, yet he never felt better before in his life. Surrounding him were a few corpses already eaten by the blaze.
His crazed mako eyes told the story, the newfound knowledge within the books in the Shin- Ra mansions basement had told him of his true origins… But now; now he was going to find hi "Mother. Jenova, an alien from somewhere within the consciousness of the universe and together they would rid this world of traitors along with Gaia and find the Promised Land, taking it for themselves.
"I'm coming to get you." He calmly walked amongst the heartless flare of the blaze, his black leather outfit singeing in the fire. He ignored the tongues of fire and headed for the top of Mount Nibel: where his "Mother" was currently located.
A young tour guide clad in brown leather and brown cowboy hat wandered through the blazing town. Her long chestnut colored hair was tied in low at the base, she was careful not to let it get caught in the flames. She kept calm, using the skills of a martial- artist; she remained steadfast in her search for her father.
"Father," she called out. "Where are you?" She became undoubtedly worried at the fact that her only kin left may have passed on. Even amidst the blaze she felt a chill run through her spine, as if someone had walked over her grave…
As she called for him again, she prayed that he would answer. "Please answer if you hear me, Father…!" Tifa raised her hand, cupping her fingers near her eyes. She scanned the burning town with great care, that is, what was left of the town. Near one of the burning buildings was a familiar face. "It's master…" She murmured. "Master!" She called running towards her martial arts teacher.
At the sound of his pupil's voice he lifted his head; his grey hair tied midway just above the base of his neck. "Tifa!" he said returning her call. "What are you doing here? Hurry up and run away!" The brunette ignored him.
"What happened here?" She looked at the limp figure he held in his arms. Both of them took a chance and looked at their surroundings. "How did this happen?" Her teacher's face became sullen and grim.
"It looks like the work of Sephiroth."
Tifa's eyes widened at the great general's name. "Huh?" she asked. "Sephiroth?" Now she was confused; hadn't him and the other Shin- Ra soldiers come to help them out? Sephiroth was supposed to be a hero, not a killer. "It can't be," she said. Disbelief could easily be heard in her voice. Wait… she thought. "Master, did you see my father?" The fear and anxiety gripped her like a morning bird with its worm. Her heart began to ache. "I couldn't find him anywhere." Zangan looked very pale and he hesitated before answering.
"Your father should be at the Mako Reactor on top of the mountain…" Before he could finish, Tifa sprinted off in the direction of Mount Nibel. The young man in Zangan's arms cried out, ushering a warning.
"Don't go!" Tifa stopped, turning to face the injured man. "Sephiroth is on that mountain too!" He said.
His body began to twitch and spasm in Zangan's arms. "Are you all right?" There was no answer. "Hey! Come on…" He nudged the man a little, shaking his shoulders gently. Tifa started running again, she had to find her father. With Sephiroth on the rampage, there was no telling what else he might do…
"Wait, Tifa!" Called her teacher, still cradling the corpse in his arms. Again she ignored him, so he tried to persuade her back. "You won't be able to do anything! Tifa!" He shrieked, but it was useless. Her will pushed her further and further, to find the only thing she had left in this world.
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I guess I'll do this going by each time frame, so some chapters will be short while others might be longer. Again reviews are greatly appreciated. Even if you have a simple comment or a question, I will do my best to answer.