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Chapter 2The Coliseum
Sephiroth stood alone, through the Darkness, with Masamune in hand. Sephiroth couldn't see anything, not even his hands. Sephiroth took one step forward and the ground below him slightly cracked with tiny strands of light peering through. The cracks became larger and larger until a small spot of light surrounded Sephiroth. After the few seconds of this happening the light seemed to explode. Pushing away the blackness of the ground and as the light slightly faded Sephiroth noticed that the ground under him was all one big picture on the ground. As he looked around he finally found that the image was that of a beautiful woman but not as beautiful as the person he had tried to save before he became unconscious. Aerith.
'Aerith! That's right. The planet, it's been destroyed, by those creatures. What were they and what was that sphere?' Sephiroth thought to himself. He cursed himself for failing to save that girl. He felt something for her but he couldn't put a finger on it. Sephiroth shook his head to clear his mind of her and looked around hoping to find a door. As he neared the edge of the picture he was on a voice spoke.
"Sephiroth! You must listen to what I tell you." The voice sounded, "You must not succumb to the influence of the Heartless or the darkness itself."
"Who are you? What is the heartless?"
"Enough questions for now Sephiroth. You will understand in time. Now be ready. The key shall soon be ready."
" Hey you ok? You gonna wake up?" Asked a different voice. A more human voice.
Sephiroth ran right into the darkness and continued to run until he cannot see the light of the image ground behind him and stopped. He reached for his Firaga Materia in order to make a little light to find his way out but he couldn't find it.
"Where is my Materia?!" Sephiroth asked with frustration. All his Materia have gone missing, including the black materia that he used to summon Meteor. " Well, at least I still have Masamune." Sephiroth said to himself and continued to walk forward, blind to whatever was in his way. After he walked about ten steps a light flashed before him.
"I don't think he's gonna wake up for a while kid" said a gruff voice
"Who is that?" said Sephiroth as he walked into the light and it swallowed him.
Sephiroth woke up with a small pain nagging at him from when he went unconscious. He looked around and realised he was laying in a bed with his clothing still on him. He looked around again and he saw that the walls were that of yellow stone and it is visible by the light that is peering through the window above him. He looked at the corner to his right to see Masamune leaning against the wall in its scabbard. It seemed unused for a while. He then looked in front of him and saw a huge, well muscled man with ginger red hair and was wearing brown, skintight armour with a purple cape reaching down to the small of his back.
"Ah your awake at last," said the person in front of Sephiroth. "Who are you? What world did you come from?"
"You mean to tell me you never heard of me? Sephiroth?" Sephiroth replied.
"Nope, I haven't" replied the man.
"All those that knew my name feared me. They cringed at the uttering of my name."
"Ok pretty boy calm down!" said a gruff voice.
Sephiroth looked around to try and see who the other person is and he felt something land near his feet on the bed and looked toward the creature to find the most odd-looking thing. A little old man with the horns and hind legs of a goat.
"What are you?" asked Sephiroth
"The name is Philocetes," replied the creature "but everyone around here calls me Phil"
"Where am I then Phil?" Sephiroth said
"Your in the world famous Olympus Coliseum, where warriors gather from all over to fight as long as their hearts desire day in and day out."
"I must be able to participate. I must keep my fighting skills up." Sephiroth said more to himself than the two in front of him.
"Whoa there!" said the tall man "you must prove your worth by beating the trials then the preliminary rounds to be worthy of the games, And you need to ask Phil here nicely if you are to even have a shot at the trials."
"That's right Herc," said Phil "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm in charge of this Coliseum. I decide who goes in and who stays out. Since I'm a kind old goat I'll give you a chance at the trials."
Sephiroth then got up from his bed, stretched for a few moments then walked over to where his sword laid and attached it to his belt.
"I'll take a look round if you don't mind" said Sephiroth and he walked out of the door. Phil and Hercules simply stared at each other.
"Do you think this is a wise decision?" Hercules asked.
"I feel a strong potential in him Herc," said Phil "a lot of potential".
Sephiroth walked around through the dark corridors lit only by candles. He wondered what the opponents he would face are like. How skilful were they? His questions were soon put aside as he found his way to an arena, where a battle was in progress.
One warrior armed with a quarterstaff was not doing very well compared to the other who wielded a huge sword covered in bandages. The quarterstaff wielder had several bloody cuts over his body. Two on his right leg along with one deep gash along his back. It appeared the other competitor was very skilled with that sword but that person seemed so familiar somehow. Like they have met many times before but Sephiroth could not place where and when. The warriors started to circle each other and when the warrior with the huge sword turned and was seen by Sephiroth. Sephiroths' heart missed at least three beats.
'Oh gods!' said Sephiroth 'It's Cloud Strife!!" Sephiroth then hid into the shadows and continued to watch the match in progress.
Cloud seemed different with his red cloak and metal plated arm. The other warrior went to stab at Cloud with one of the ends of his quarterstaff but Cloud leapt high in the air and turned his grip on his sword so that way he would stab the warrior from above but the warrior leapt to his right and Cloud missed. The warrior held onto the end of his quarterstaff and swung it like a sword to Cloud and it hit Cloud in the side and the momentum sent cloud flying to the edge of the arena.
"Well, that the end of Strife" Sephiroth said to himself but was soon speechless as Cloud stopped in midair and fell to the ground just before the edge. Cloud then got up and pointed his sword towards the warrior.
"Farewell" he said before he shifted his cloak and a black bat wing revealed himself from his left shoulder. Cloud then flew above the ground towards the other warrior in the arena with him and continued to attack him. The warrior soon got more deep cuts around his body. By the time Cloud finished the warrior fell to the ground with blood soon seeping out from him.
"The challenger Lee is down! The winner of this round is Cloud Strife!" announced the voice of the supposed referee.
"Ah I see you have found the small arena" said Hercules.
"This is only small?" asked Sephiroth "where would the larger ones be?"
"Don't get too excited!" said a gruff voice and Sephiroth looked down to see Phil peering up at him. "You have yet to do the trials and after that there's the preliminary rounds"
"Well" said Sephiroth "when can I begin?"
"Look kid just give us about ten minutes and we can begin ok?" said Phil with a hint of impatience in his voice.
"I can wait" said Sephiroth and he turned to see more of the Coliseum.
"Man what a handful" said Phil
"He needs a bit of working out in manners. He's just like that Strife fella" Hercules said.
"Hmmm he is" Phil agreed. "Ok we better get this trial ready for that Sephiroth character." And with that the two stepped out onto the arena and prepared the trial for the one winged angel.
