a/n: Alright, here is chapter 2 of my story. Oh, and a BIG thank you to my new friend Scribe~Of~RED for pointing out that my story only uploaded about a fourth of this. Huge chocolate cake for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the characters, though controling Sephy would be awsome.

Chapter 2: The Deed Was Almost Done

Though the shannty town looked as if it was deserted, he knew better. He could hear the uneven breathing of terrorfied townsfolk coming from the locked shutters on every window. He could see the curious eyes of little children peeking from the cracks in walls. Hell, the hot-headed assassin could practically smell the very fear that permeated this place.

If I didn't know better, I would say that these lovely people were expecting me, he thought while passing several uninhabitable homes.

It wasn't long before the red-head came upon a squant looking man with whisps of, what looked like, white hair. It was hard to tell, seeing as the man was wearing a large brown cloak, hood drawn up.

"Yo, Long-hair!" he called out in a deep Southern drawl.

"You think you be the first that little missy has sent here? Ain't nobody even gotten to that thar castle."

Standing, with a wide toothless grin on his face, the old man produced a heavily used and very old hand-and-half sword from a cleverly concealed sheath at his hip. The grin widened as the he took in the red-head's 'you have got to be kidding me' expression.

"I may not look like much, boy," the aged man laughed. "but I still got some fight in me."

Holding his own twin Simitars towards the man, the Half-Elf rolled his bright sapphire eyes and gave his own amused smirk.

"Old man, don't hate me when you lose. I won't hold back on you."

Face now quite serious while switching into a battle stance, The old knight simply replied, "I wouldn't want it any other way." Then, he attacked.

Only a few minutes into their battle,the assassin was already winded.

He wasn't kidding when he said he had some fight left. Gods, he is good. I need a plan...

Just as the man went in for the kill, the blue eyed boy moved behind him with inhuman speed and performed a perfect back slice, causing the geezer to drop his weapon and fall to the ground. The fight was finished for him. He had won and now, it was time to complete his original task. As he began his ascent to the castle gates, the red-head heard the man mummble something,causing him to stop and turn around.

"What was that, geezer?"

Close to Death's door, he knew what had to be done. "For besting me, take my prize." he nodded toward a sack leaning against the house. "Take it and say your name when you look into it. The prize will do all the work." With that last breath, the light slowly faded from his deep brown eyes.

The assassin said a spirit blessing for the fallen warrior, then turned to claim what was now his. Picking up the bag and sliding it off of the object revealed a glowing mirror with two sides: one made with quicksilver, the other, polished obsidian.

"Well, here goes nothing. Hope you weren't scenial, old man."

He gripped the small mirror with both of his far too delicate hands and stared into the silver side, an image of tossled red locks with slightly pointed ears showing from underneath and piercing blue orbs gazed back. He took a deep breath and did as he was told.

" Lauxorian"

Nothing.

Full name, you IS a magical object.

"Alright then, stupid piece of glass: Lauxorian of Kraydal."

At first the light was faint, but within seconds, became as fierce as a raging inferno, consuming everything. In shock, he dropped his strange prize to cover his eyes from the bright light. It lasted but a few moments, before fading just as quick as it had come.

"CLOUD, LOOK OUT!"

Soon it was replaced by more lights and a woman's high pitched scream before a something very large and VERY heavy smashed into the assassin, knocking him out cold.