A shattering crash sounded through the pagoda.
"Go! Go find materia to help Wutai! I no longer need you here!" The gruff voice of Lord Godo boomed in the vast room. He huffed and turned around, calling out for a servant to clean up the shards of broken glass from a fallen vase.
Muffling a sob, Yuffie ran out of of the room and into her bedchambers. She slammed the door shut and fell to the ground, dry sobs making her chest heave. She couldn't stand it anymore. Her father no longer cared about her, and there was nothing for her here anyway. She steeled herself and stood up, grabbing a pair of scissors on her desk as she made her way to her full-body mirror.
Staring at her reflection, the young girl inspected herself. Her hair was long, down to the middle of her back. Gripping the scissors, she chopped off a good length of it in one swipe. Locks of ebony fluttered to the ground, forming a small pile at her feet. She was no longer princess, so she had no need for long hair. It was a symbol of her role in the palace, and since she was leaving, she had no qualms about shearing off her long, beautiful hair. In a way, it was an act of rebellion.
She trimmed her hair until it was chin length, and she cast an approving eye upon her reflection, admiring her change. She would abandon all the princess-like mannerisms she had been brought up with. There was no need for them anymore. She will become the opposite of what a princess should be and flaunt her change in her father's face. She didn't need someone who had thrown her aside like a used object. She will leave the pagoda and form her own future with her very own hands. She smiled slightly at the thought of finally having control over her own destiny.
Hardening her heart, she discarded her traditional Wutaian kimono for a pair of shorts, a green half shirt, and pair of knee-length boots she had snuck into the pagoda. She quickly packed what she needed from her room, taking only the necessities and leaving behind luxuries, only taking some jewelry to sell for some gil. Taking one last look around her bedchamber, the young girl silently bid goodbye to what had been her home for the past decade and left.