-Avion watches Sephiroth chuckle and put his sword back into the sheathe. He unfolds his wings and her eyes follow as he tries to fly. He launches into the air and laughs but stops as soon as he realizes that he's only got one wing. Therefore he is just flying in a huge circle around Avion.

She smiles and crosses her arms, taking out her weapons. Sephiroth gulps, "Uh-oh..."

As it continued to ride across to midnight, the eerie sense of the Midgar ruins where the one-winged angel had been exposed was heavy. This did not stop Area from scaling each piece of scrap metal thrown about from building interiors. The ruins of the old Shinra building loomed over the area, and she lowered her head in prayer, for this was a gravesite for many.

She concentrated hard afterwards on objects in her path. Suddenly her eyes glowed a faint purple, and so did the metal pieces. With her powers she mentally lifted them and threw them aside.

Her footsteps shifted the gravel of many boulders once there.

A glowing piece of Materia shattered long ago still embargoed in the remains of a thrown pod where they had collected monsters in.

Face masks, needles, feathers and teeth lie scattered where once a hospital provided by Shinra stood.

"So much misery here. Pain and suffering is all I see here." Off towards the horizon the church-like buildings loomed haunting the area.

"I can't understand why that Sky comes here so much. She gives me the creeps."

Arae slightly kicked the dirt, snarling slightly. "Where is the thing I'm looking for? Where is that white Materia my mother told me about?"

Meanwhile in the Western Continent Avion was busy flying overhead a large plain of grasses and some flowering trees. She paused upon a sudden appearing building located on a hilltop. Its massive pillars reached for the clouds and its circular roof boasted being made of glass to let all the sunshine in it.

Before rushing in, she scanned it again to make sure it was her destination.

The large nearly 20-foot doors were plain and made of plywood, etched with carvings of children who'd passed by. She didn't have to strain opening it, for it was instantly felled with a slight touch.

The whisperings of chain rattles came from the shadowed corners of the lightened building. Glowing stain glass colored the interior of a fountain that was in the center.

She maneuvered around it and looked down upon a figure.

It was a teenage-appearing boy with red hair that caressed down to mid-back. He wore a tattered shirt with three large claw-like marks and scars following the pattern on his chest. His pants were slightly intact with no shoes on whatsoever. His earrings were in the shapes of leaves, and a ring was his necklace. His hands were tied up with shackles attached to a chain that dangled from the chandelier.

Avion spoke calmly to the teen, his head towards the ground in defeat. "You are the one they call Pain correct?"

The shackles shook slightly as he rose is head in response to view her fully. A wide mouth came, "Mother…? How are you alive?"

She smiled, breaking the chain with her bare hands. "First tell me why you were held in here, my son."

Rubbing his sore neck he sighed heavily, "The one who wants to resurrect the company brought me here after awakening me. He saw my powers…as a threat against him. I tried to fight but there were too many men. I ended up here being locked in a church like some kind of prisoner."

Avion kept her face straight while talking, eyes glancing around in a tired state, "That's what I predicted. It's a good thing I'm around to look after you. Do you know where your brother and sister are?"

"No idea. I've got a strange feeling though, they'll show up soon."

The younger of Strife siblings looked to the sword grave again on a fair evening clad in not her usually clothing but in a tuxedo. Tonight the ex-Turks were supposed to pick her up at the sight and go to the Nibleheim ruins to find jobs for workers previously at the Shinra Company. Arae and Jet also did this weekly sometimes even accompanied by her older brother which was a rare thing since he was making deliveries all the time.

She gripped the sword handle tight and pulled it from its rest. Before she could take a swing at it, a large gloved hand grabbed her own as she was performing the swing.

She looked back to see the smiling face of Zack, shaking his head slightly. "That's not the way to handle a sword young lady. Let me teach you how I did it."

Soon enough not even the rumbling of Jet's truck could stop her from taking on the ghost's lesson, bowing at the finale and finally placing the blade back up. For a moment she stood, looking over her shoulder.

In the back sat Reno, Elena, Arae and Tseng. Rude was driving while Jet came up to let her know.

She turned and held his hands, "Are we ready?"

Area scoffed slightly towards Elena, "Man she's got some issues."

The redhead smirked, itching his cheek, "We should let Jet drive. I've got a bad feeling that something's going to hit us on the path there. He seams to steer better than I do."

Rude shook his head in a sigh, "you are hopeless."

"What?"

Most gathered in the back but the young Strife concerned with a burning question igniting her brain afire set her footpath. She turned around to the driver's seat to see her love sitting in with tuxedo and a happy smile on his face.

Jet sat in the driver's seat and Sky whispered in his ear an abrupt question with seriousness in her eyes, "Were you affected by mako as well?"

The teen shifted his gaze back before starting his pick-up and shook his head, "No…it was only him. The one you guys call Zack who looks like me. And that one-winged guy."

Sky looked upwards into the blueness of her name and blinked vigorously. "Yeah, crazy to say but I think he wasn't as insane as everyone makes him out to be. Just like us."

She adjusted the tie on her neck and skipped into the back of the truck next to Elena so the two could share deep hugs and long stories on the roadway.

Area shrugged it off and just ignored everyone else looking at the proud pass underneath the wheels when the truck revved and sped off.

But just as they were on their journey, Yoshida stood hidden in the shadows of the cliff evilly conjuring a plan into his mid.

When he ungloved his hands and barely touched the ground a large formation mutated in the form of a dragon' head and body like mountains following.

"Go Orochi. Sick down the scent of the Turks."

Tseng quietly handed an earpiece with a microphone attached to all the member aboard the truck. "Here, we'll use these to communicate if anyone gets lost or hurt. Screens emit from the microphone so we can see your position."

Elena patted Sky's head, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like our group is detaching. Why is that?"

She blinked, "Well, your trying so hard to keep all of us at peace and be friends, maybe your just tired sweetie. Uncle Reno bought you some chocolate. Once we help out at Niblihiem, I'll give to you."

Sky beamed, truly thinking of Reno as her relative. So many times in the past he had helped her with Rude's assistance. He was one of the few Shinra members that actually helped Sky during her imprisonment at the company.